"I want to take it back for your highness to eat, so if I can, I hope I can get some ingredients. After all, after it is done, it will be affected by time."

"So..." Hua Mian said and looked at the priest.

"This is not a problem. How much does Xia Zhangchu need? I'll get it from behind."

Hum? So happy? Isn’t it even Silin would be stopped if she wants to enter the temple? Taking out the ingredients grown in the church will not be affected at all.

Seeing Huamian’s question, the priest explained: “We have always had no restrictions on using these green grass and sacred trees, but everyone thinks they taste strange and no one eats them. You have never seen them in the fields below.”

The following? Aloe vera is planted in the land? Huamian thought for a while before remembering the deep hole leading to the underground that I saw in the depths of the temple.

"Can I bring it back to Hejing Palace?"

"Yes, I picked these exercises from a place far away from the water. The appearance is a bit worse. I will give your highness a terrifying meal. I will pick them immediately."

Not allowing Hua Mian to ask questions, the priest turned around and left the temple, leaving Hua Mian holding a green grass in a daze.

Hua Mian was the only one left in the temple. Hua Mian put down the green grass in his hand and wiped his hands and began to carefully look at the decorations in the temple. A few days ago, because a priest stared at him and couldn't find an opportunity to observe the mural statues and various collections in the temple. Today, there is a rare opportunity, and Hua Mian must be quick.

The hall where Huamian is located does not have a ferry corridor connected to other buildings, and it does not look like there are other entrances and exits. The paintings on the wall are a regular natural landscape. From the appearance, the paintings should be the sacred tree in the atrium.

The furniture is also different from that in the palace. The style looks particularly simple and smooth, and it feels like it has been waxed. There is no thing related to Shangyang Post in the whole hall.

Did she guess wrong? Hua Mian looked up at the roof and saw that it was painted in the same natural scene. "Oh~~", why was there nothing? Hua Mian was unwilling to let go and turned around again. This time she didn't even let go of the bottles placed on the shelf. Her hard work paid off, and she really found clues.

On the third floor of the shelf by the wall, there is an inconspicuous dark blue porcelain bottle. Because there are several colored bottles painted with birds and animals in the house, Huamian ignored the relatively simple one.

It is estimated that the priest will leave and will not be back for a while. Huamian moved the chair and stepped on it, holding the shelf and looking at the porcelain bottle.

This porcelain bottle looks as high as her forearm and the pattern is not large, so she didn't notice it before. In the end, she was attracted by the shape of the bottle itself. This shape looks familiar, this is a wine bottle!

Although Huamian has no idea about history, and the only historical knowledge is thanks to the school's teaching during the nine-year compulsory education, this does not prevent her from enjoying watching ancient puppet dramas. According to the experience of those dramas, the dress and architecture of the people in this world are relatively close to that of the Tang and Song dynasties, which means that the level of civilization here may be similar to that of the Tang and Song dynasties.

But this type of wine bottle is absolutely impossible in that era. Hua Mian thought of grabbing the bottle and pulling it towards her...
Chapter completed!