Mrs. Hua Yi

Chapter 527
In the long silent night, in the exquisite embroidery room, bitter barley looks at the moon at the window, with a ray of melancholy, and now it has become a fish cage and bird in a pond. I wonder if Hei Xiaoguai and others have discovered the bitter barley petals in the pool?
Just as he was sighing secretly, the door was pushed open heavily, and someone came in with the curtain lifted, with a sneer, "Zhuo Kuyi, you have suffered on your own, imprisoned here to hurt the moon, how does it feel?"

Kuyi was too lazy to return her eyes, and said lightly: "Baiji, if you think that you can get "Zhao's Flower and Plant Spectrum" if you close it, you are very wrong. There are thousands of flowers and plants in the world, so what if you know all of them? ? Zuo just learned the properties of the medicine, made a strange fragrance, and pleased the women of the world, not a heroine."

"There are thousands of heroines, and it is not the only one who kills the enemy on the battlefield. Zhuo Kuyi, you have a sharp tongue and sharp teeth, you can deceive the master, but you can't deceive me. At the beginning, I also thought that there were such strange flowers and plants in the world, and I had never seen them in my life. I couldn’t see it, so I became desperate. But I calmed down and read it carefully, and tested those flowers and herbs with other substances repeatedly, only to find out that they didn’t exist at all. It was you who deliberately set up to murder the master, and also caused the wife to lose her strong arm. You are ruthless!" Bai Jiya stepped forward, stretched out her hand to strangle Kuyi's neck, her eyes were frosty, and she was full of murderous aura.

Bitter barley stared at her in awe, wearing a long dress of hundreds of flowers, and a red dew flower, obviously regarded herself as a fairy of hundreds of flowers, and her flower fragrance realm must not tolerate the existence of strong people, because she herself is the only one who is independent in the world. .

Is it true that women who are obsessed with ikebana have become flower demons?
Kuyi smiled gracefully: "Baiji, your master loses in the proud character. She thinks she is the best in the world, and no one can surpass her in her life. Her fragrances do dominate Shouchun, and even dominate the world in the future. Mountains of gold and silver are rewards for the eyes of Bole. Although I have appeared, I only have a contract with Lord Liu Ling. The incense is only served in the palace, so it does not affect the trade of the Xiuyu clan, because the incense of the Xiuyu clan is too much. Generally speaking, ordinary women can buy it, and rich women can also make it, there is no unique product name, but because of the wonderful fragrance, it has penetrated into the hearts of women in the Shouchun land, and it has not faded for several years."

Kuyi paused slightly, looking at Baiji's face, who frowned in thought, and a clear light flowed through her beautiful pupils, as if agreeing with her context, with a hint of melancholy.

Kuyi pushed her hand away, and stared out of the window, the river was outside the window, this house is actually located on the river, surrounded by water, I don't know where it leads.There are several blue bitter barley plants in front of the window, the bitter barley is quiet and elegant, as if they were blooming for her.

There is also a pomegranate rose flower on the left side, which is dazzlingly red, gorgeous and almost seductive. I couldn't help but reached out and picked one up to play with my fingertips, and said indifferently: "However, I turned against the sky in a poor situation, but I directly captured the rich family. The heart of a woman, the aunt realized that the agent can still act in this way. Hagiyan is a woman who loves to grow flowers and is not proficient in brokerage, but I, apart from being good at growing flowers, can use this to travel the world. It really hit her sore spot, so you can't blame me for your master's death. If you want to blame it, you can only blame her aunt for putting too much pressure on her and making her mentally burdened. , but to enjoy oneself and entertain others, isn't that a kind of happiness? Like to do things without freedom, what is the difference between that and death?"

Baiji's complexion froze, her footsteps were soft, she sat down beside the table, and stroked a bunch of fairy flowers from Yaochi in the hibiscus cup on the table. The color of the flower was light yellow, and the tray was like a palm. When the flowers come, it seems that a fairy woman floats out of the dust, which makes people think about it.

Baiji pointed at the flower and said, "Do you know the name of this flower?"

Bitter Job's tears approached slowly, held a branch in his hand, and smiled elegantly: "The fairyland of Yaochi!"

(End of this chapter)