By the window, the frost flower that has been planted for nearly half a year has bloomed!

Seven or eight condensed frost flowers condensed with layers of hoarfrost, white, as big as the mouth of a bowl, blooming on the branches like a dream, hugging clusters, lively and lively.

It's really amazing!

Qingwen was sure that she hadn't seen it bud until she fell asleep last night.

In one night, it completed the process from budding to blooming.

As far as she knew, there was no plant in this world like this, and this frost flower was really not ordinary.

Qingwen hurriedly got out of bed, pulled her shoes and ran to the window, looking down at the glowing frost flower.

Dignified and noble, even if it is covered with a thin layer of ice, there is a strange fragrance coming from the bottom, sure enough, it is what Ying'er said, "strange fragrance and strange gas", Qingwen can't think of what kind of fragrance it is.

This flower bloomed generously, not only large but also numerous, and there were seven flowers at a time.

It's not like a red bead grass, and every time it picks and searches for three flowers and bears three seeds.

Qingwen couldn't help but smile, this flower and plant is also with people, right?

Xue Baochai's skin is as white as snow, dignified and generous, and this frost flower also follows her.

Xue Baochai is enthusiastic on the surface and cold on the inside, but this frost flower has restored her essence, it is cold from the inside out, cold and cold.

said that the bead grass follows Daiyu, Qingwen does not mean that Daiyu picks and searches, but refers to Daiyu's character.

Daiyu is enthusiastic in her heart, but she cherishes herself and never disdains to show herself in front of everyone. The pearl grass blooms three flowers at a time, which is probably its limit.

Qingwen watched the flowers for a while, and a word suddenly came to her mind - "short-lived", and she was suddenly startled.

Broken! This flower blooms so quickly, won't it be like an epiphany, only a moment of splendor, right?

Qingwen hurriedly took a handful of bamboo scissors, endured the biting cold, gently cut off five flowers, and put them in a box covered with brocade.

This flower is delicate, and it should not be injured with iron or bronze tools, and it should be stored carefully.

These are enough to make a medicine primer for Baochai's "cold incense pill", right? She thought.

Don't ask her why she thinks that the flowers of the Frost Flower can be used as a primer for medicine? She didn't dream it very well.

However, she knows the composition of the raw materials of the "cold incense pill", what white peony flowers bloom in spring, white lotus flowers bloom in summer, white hibiscus flowers in autumn, and white plum blossoms in winter.

She didn't move the remaining two flowers, she had to leave the flower seeds.

She also wanted to see how long it could last, but of course there were other considerations in mind.

Jia Hui, who was jumping and jumping in the snow, hadn't seen Qingwen get up for a long time, and finally couldn't hold it anymore, so she pushed the door and came in.

"Yikes! It actually bloomed! ”

At the sight of the blooming frost flowers, she cried out again.

This startled Qingwen startled: "What are you yelling at?" Go back and get dressed, wash up, and follow me to the temple. ”

"Oh." Jia Hui should go out, and look back from time to time, her big eyes are full of amazement.

Xiaohong brought warm face washing water, served Qingwen to wash, looked at the frost flower, she shook her head and said, "This flower can be regarded as blooming!" Since the summer planting, we have to water it with ice water every day, thanks to Mu Gongzi who sent the saltpeter, which saved us a lot of trouble. ”

Mu Nanfeng? Qingwen thought about it, she probably hadn't seen him for more than a month.

Spring is approaching, he should be reading in Zizhuxuan's study every day, right? I don't know how he's going? I wish he could get high school.

After freshening up, Qingwen didn't rush to leave, she ate a piece of chestnut flour steamed cake made by Zhu Mama, and also stuffed a piece for Jiahui.

I wish Mama peeled the chestnuts all night yesterday, grinded the flour overnight, and made this cake, which is sweet and soft, and very delicious.

After eating, she rinsed her mouth with tea, and Qingwen greeted: "Jiahui, let's go, this snow doesn't seem to be able to stop for a while, I'm in a hurry to send it to Sister Bao." ”。

Jia Hui carefully picked up the brocade box containing the frost flowers, and the master and servant went to the courtyard together.

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It snowed heavily overnight, and the whole garden turned white, and the roofs were covered with snow, and the branches of the trees were crushed by the snow.

The snow on the road was very thick, and Qingwen and Jiahui stepped on the snow and walked forward "creaking".

Jia Hui was inexplicably excited, stepping on the snow, jumping and jumping, and from time to time she looked back to see the two lines of small footprints left in the snow.

If it weren't for the box in her hand, she would have jumped up.

"Jia Hui, you're from the south, right? Never seen snow before? Qingwen asked with a smile.

"Girl's eyesight," Jia Hui smiled with crooked eyebrows, and the frost hanging on her eyelashes trembled, "I did live in the south before, and I have never seen snow, but I have seen it a few times in the past few years." But when it snows, I'm still happy. ”

I can see it, and I'm happy that the tip of my nose is red from the cold.

Jia Hui's good mood also infected Qingwen, she breathed in the fresh air, admired the snow-covered garden and fluttering snowflakes, and wanted to sing with joy.

It's just that the good mood of the master and servant was quickly ruined by a guy who hadn't shown up for a long time.

Under the red plum tree in front, a thin figure stood there, pretending to smell the fragrance of plum blossoms.

"Jia Huan?" Qingwen saw the man clearly, and her heart suddenly felt like eating a fly.

Since he poisoned Daiyu, causing Daiyu to almost die and being beaten by Jia Zheng, he has never appeared in front of everyone.

You haven't seen him in half a year, okay?

After a hundred days of broken muscles and bones, this guy has been on crutches for more than half a year, and I am afraid that he will really be lame.

Jia Huan is Jia Zheng's concubine, because of his low status, coupled with his own desolate behavior, no self-esteem and self-love, no one in Hefu treats him.

In fact, there are external reasons for his character development, and whoever has Jia Baoyu's much-loved brother next to him has to be distorted.

As a bystander, Qingwen shouldn't have so many likes and dislikes, maybe she should sympathize with him.

However, he hurt Daiyu, which made her unbearable.

He's lame, he deserves to be celebrated by the whole world, right?

Lin Qingwen secretly clapped her hands and said quickly, Jia Huan heard the movement and slowly turned around.

After these years of recuperation, his originally thin body has become even thinner, and his face is still a little pale, which makes his original sharp-beaked monkey gills look a little more obscene.

Seeing Qingwen, Jia Huan's eyes flashed with anger.

He didn't forget that it was Qingwen, a slut, who designed him to be beaten by his father, not only for a long time, but also for a lame leg.

However, the hatred in his heart was real, and his desire for revenge was also true, and his face was not exposed.

Don't look at his young age, his heart can be clouded.

Jia Huan smiled and took the initiative to say hello: "Sister Qing, why don't you come out to enjoy the snow too?" ”

"Hmm."

Although he said "reach out and don't hit the smiling person", Qingwen didn't plan to take him, so she answered coldly, raised her foot and was about to leave.

Jia Hui followed behind Qingwen, hesitated slightly, and then squatted slightly and made a perfunctory salute.

The girl said, Ren is not waiting to see anyone, the basic etiquette still has to be there, Jia Huan is still the third master of the Jia family after all.

Jia Hui was about to leave, Jia Huan's small eyes blinked, and she saw the brocade box she was holding in her hand.