Legend of the Immortal Concubine's Phoenix Yu Fei

Chapter 329 The Flower Language of Setaria
Qin Youchen knew that Ling Xian'er couldn't help but go out for a walk sooner or later, so when he just distributed the food, he took note of the road in Jiangyue City.

The ground in Jiangyue City is relatively humid, and there is almost no dry place, as if the rain just stopped.

"Jiangyue City has been raining heavily for the past two days, and it was only yesterday that the accumulated water in the city has completely subsided."

Seeing Ling Xian'er looking around, Qin Youchen told her aloud.

"Yeah, there's no one else on the street..."

Ling Xian'er looked at the almost empty street, except for the two of them, and a few unclosed stalls along the street, there was really no one else.

Ling Xian'er knew that there was no way to do this. In such a natural disaster, who would run out to set up a stall?

Ling Xian'er and Qin Youchen walked side by side.

And the only benefit is the fresh air after the rain.

Ling Xian'er moved her eyes and saw several small foxtails beside the puddles on the street. She raised the corners of her lips and ran over to grab three of them.

"Uncle Fourteen, look!"

Ling Xian'er excitedly took the three foxtails, ran to Qin Youchen, and held the foxtails in front of him as if offering a treasure.

Qin Youchen looked at the bland foxtails that could be seen everywhere, and was as smart as him, so now he couldn't understand Ling Xian'er.

Ling Xian'er smiled and asked, "Uncle Fourteen, do you know what the flower language of foxtail is?"

The flower language of foxtail?

Qin Youchen was startled, then shook his head realistically: "I don't know."

Ling Xian'er bent her eyes, and said with a smile, "The flower language of foxtail is a crush! Uncle Fourteen, I had a crush on you!"

Qin Youchen looked at the three foxtails in Ling Xianer's hand, and smiled: "Coincidentally, I am too."

He walked to the place where Ling Xian'er had just pulled off the foxtail, and pulled down three of them with a gentle movement.

Walking back again, she saw Ling Xian'er holding three sticks of foxtail in her hand, braiding them into braids.

While writing, she also said to Qin Youchen: "Uncle Fourteen, lend me your hand."

Without further ado, Qin Youchen raised his hand, and saw that she was holding the foxtail that was about to be weaved, comparing it to his ring finger.

"Xiao Xiao, what are you doing?" Qin Youchen asked.

Ling Xian'er bowed her head and continued to weave, while explaining to Qin Youchen: "Weave three pieces of dogtail grass into a braid, braid it into one strand, then bend it into a knot according to the size of your finger, and bring it to your finger, which represents Make a private decision for life!"

Before she finished speaking, Ling Xian'er put the foxtail ring she had woven herself on the ring finger of Qin Youchen's left hand, and looked at him with a smile.

"Uncle Fourteen, you have been ordered by me!"

Qin Youchen lowered his head, looked at the foxtail ring on his left ring finger, and laughed dumbfoundedly.

Following Ling Xian'er's example just now, he also braided a foxtail ring, and took Ling Xian'er's right hand, but she retracted it.

Qin Youchen paused, but before he could react, Ling Xian'er put his left hand in Qin Youchen's palm again.

"On the ring finger of the left hand, there is a vein leading to the heart. This vein is also called the love vein. If we wear it on the left hand, we will be connected with each other."

After hearing Ling Xian'er's words, Qin Youchen raised the corners of his lips, and put the foxtail ring on Ling Xian'er's left ring finger.

Although he doesn't know what a vein is, his little novel must be correct.

(End of this chapter)