Feng Miao raised her head and looked at her with a slight smile, "It's mine now, where am I going to bring it in, don't worry about it Seeing that Feng Qing was distressed and reluctant, and wanted to pretend to be indifferent, she felt more and more funny, her fingers hooked the gold wire rope twice, tightened the mouth of the bag, and casually put the bag into the sleeve.

She does love money, and an eldest lady like Feng Qing will never be able to appreciate the benefits of money. But she wasn't for herself, Feng Miao was thinking quickly in her heart, how could such things be turned into silver quickly and cost-effectively, and sent them to her mother. For as long as she can remember, her mother has been looking for people, dart masters, businessmen, and opera troupes...... As long as it is a person who goes to the south, my mother always has to ask them to help find it, and I don't know how much money I spent to get in over the years, but there has been no result.

Feng Miao stood up on the blue brick floor, and stood on tiptoe to take the twig-patterned plum vase on the Duobao grid. As soon as his fingers touched the bottle, someone pushed him behind him, and Feng Miao threw himself forward uncontrollably, hitting Duobaoge. The plum bottle shook a few times, and the bottle was crooked, and it looked like it was about to fall off.

When the Empress Dowager worships the Buddha, she likes to be quiet, and it doesn't matter if she smashes the plum bottle, if she disturbs the Empress Dowager, she has to be beaten by the board. Feng Miao didn't care about the smug person behind her, and quickly stretched out her arms to catch the fallen plum bottle, the bottle was slippery, and she could only hold it to her chest with both arms. The water in the plum bottle splashed her all over her body, it was the water left over from yesterday's flower arrangement, and it still smelled of branches and leaves.

Fortunately, the bottle was not broken, Feng Miao let out a sigh of relief, and only then did she notice that the clothes on her chest were wet. She glanced at the drip, and it was too late to change her clothes.

Feng Qing also stood up, paced in front of her, tilted his head to look at her, his eyes were full of schadenfreude, "Go quickly!" How? Took my stuff and want to regret it again? How can it be so cheap. ”

Feng Miao shook her head slightly, Feng was not a wicked person, but he was used to being arrogant since he was a child, and he refused to suffer a loss. She casually pulled a cloak, wrapped herself in a bottle, and walked out with a plum bottle.

It was just dawning, and the sky in the east was slightly white, and the west was still a deep blue. As soon as the cold wind blew, Feng Miao felt that she was going to freeze from head to toe, she tightened her cloak, freed one hand, hooked the edge of the cloak with her white fingertips, and ran to the nearest bush in the garden.

Probably borrowing the heat of the charcoal fire in the nearby palace, a few spring flower trees around the corner have already bloomed a bunch of four-petaled small yellow flowers, which look particularly bright and attractive in the light fog of the early morning. Feng Miao stood under the tree, looking left and right, thinking about which branches to pick, which would look good if they were inserted in a bottle.

The branch in the treetops on the south side blooms very well, but it is a little higher. Feng Miao took out a small pair of scissors and raised her arms as high as possible to reach the spring flower. Almost...... It's not ...... She stared at the bunch of flowers, not even noticing that her cloak had slipped to the ground.

The cold wind made her shiver, her fingers were a little uncontrollable, her eyes were staring at the branches clearly, and her lips were tightly pursed. She's stretched her body to the limit, but she still can't reach it.

Just as she was about to give up, there was a sudden warmth behind her, and a slender palm with long knuckles held her frozen white hand and gently moved forward. With a soft "click", the spring flower, which was already impartial, fell into the plum bottle in her arms.

The voice of the man behind his ears was as mellow as the night, "Which one else do you want, I'll pick it up for you." ”

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