The host of Kuaichuan is domineering

Chapter 1017 Actor Allure (37)

Jiang Tang had never been here before, but today he opened the door to the backyard.

As soon as the door was opened, the warm winter sun poured down, and the spacious small yard was filled with all kinds of dried flowers and small jars. The smell of sunshine mixed with the fragrance of flowers was a rare treat for the nose.

The sun was a little dazzling, Jiang Tang raised his feet and walked in, looked at the bright dried flowers around him, leaned over, grabbed a handful, brought it to the tip of his nose, and smelled it.

Although the moisture is dried, the fragrance is more fragrant.

Walking to the end of the yard, in a remote corner where the sun shines, a silver light suddenly appeared.

Jiang Tang sharply turned his head to look at it, and after just one glance, he raised his foot and walked up to check.

On the flower stand, where the dried flowers covered, there was a icy silver light, and when the layer of dried flowers was removed, nine silver knives appeared in front of my eyes.

One of them has a curved blade, as thin as a cicada's wing, extremely sharp, and a dried flower is blown by the wind, gently resting on the blade.

Jiang Tang stretched out his hand, just about to touch it, when a man's clear and pleasant voice came from the courtyard door behind him.

"Don't touch."

The tone was soft, not like a warning, but rather like saying: The weather is fine today.

Jiang Tang turned his head and saw a man in a red robe approaching. The wind blew through the hem of his clothes and brushed his black hair. Among the dried flowers, the man was more beautiful than the petals.

He walked directly behind Jiang Tang, stretched out his hand, picked up the blade, bowed his head and said softly:

"Be careful, you will cut your own hand."

"Aren't you afraid of cutting your hands?"

Jiang Tang turned his attention to the other silver knives.

Just heard Zhao Xi say something slowly.

"I've used it thousands of times, and of course I won't cut my hands again."

"Thousands of times, what are you using it for?"

"Look, what can it be used for?"

Jiang Tang thought for a while, then shook his head and turned to face him.

Zhao Xi stared into her eyes, took a deep look, but quickly moved away, lowered her eyes to suppress the haze in her eyes, and smiled.

"Carve wood, carve incense boxes."

Jiang Tang casually picked up a box and looked carefully. This incense box was a boxy sandalwood box with fine and dense hollow holes on all sides. The top of the box was carved with such complicated patterns. This one is engraved with peonies.

The flowers bloom beautifully, and the petals are carved lifelike.

Jiang Tang looked around, and was about to open it subconsciously, but a pair of white and cool hands held her wrist.

"This one hasn't dried yet. It smells of lacquer inside. It smells bad. Let's go in."

The man's hand was cold, as if it had always been cold.

Jiang Tang didn't say much, and put down the box obediently. The moment it landed on the flower stand, she felt that there seemed to be two round things shaking in the box.

There are almost 100 boxes in the courtyard.

Back in the house, Bai Zhi brewed two cups of fragrant tea, then walked to the small yard and closed the door.

Now, the fragrance of flowers is isolated from the outside, and the sunlight can only come in through a small window.

Zhao Xi held Jiang Tang's hand all the time, led her to the fire, and sat on the carpet.

"You smell of alcohol."

Jiang Tang went up to smell it, and there was a lot of alcohol in his mouth.

"Drinking?"

Zhao Xi nodded, then lowered her head, and took out a jug of wine from the insulated cabinet under the stove.

"I made it, you have a taste."

Jiang Tang watched him pour the wine, Zhao Xi was good-looking, and everything he did was pleasing to the eye.

"You know a lot of things, such as making incense, carving, and now brewing wine."

Zhao Xi lowered her eyes, and handed the wine glass to Jiang Tang's hand.

(End of this chapter)