The two flower demons led her to the door on the left side of Baoxia and reported in a low voice: "Master Demon Lord, bring Miss Fang here."
"Let her come in." His faint voice came from inside the room.
The two flower demons opened the door for her and bowed together: "Miss Fang, please come in."
Fang Xiyan suddenly had the urge to run away!
Her heart was beating wildly. But at this time, the arrow was already on the string, and she could not allow her to retreat any further. She gritted her teeth and walked in.[
The candles in the house are swaying red, and all kinds of furniture are exquisite and neatly placed in an orderly manner. The floor is paved with thin bamboos under the feet, and various fancy stones are placed on the hollow screen. There are crystal rain-moistened rain flower stones, blood-red and warm chicken blood stones, and jade stones as green as watermelons.
, as white as fat as suet jade... and some strange stones that she couldn't even name.
She was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt some strange feelings in her heart.
It seems that this woman named Feiyue still has the same hobbies as her. She also liked to collect stones in modern times. No matter where she travels, she will definitely bring back a bag of stones. Various stones are placed in a room.
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The senior sister once jokingly said that the stones in her house could be placed into a Bagua array...
I didn’t expect to see so many here
She looked at the stones in a daze for a moment, until a hand put her shoulder: "What's wrong?"
The voice was low and sweet, and the faint fragrance of tea and flowers surrounded her.
Fang Xiyan's heart tightened. There seemed to be heat in his hands, which made her panic slightly. She took a step forward calmly and avoided his embrace: "No...it's nothing."
There are many stone lovers in the world, so it is not surprising that they have the same hobby.
Fang Xiyan shook her head to get rid of the strange feeling in her heart, and she couldn't help but look around the room.
The most conspicuous thing in the room is a large bed. The light red curtains on the bed are suspended by silver hooks. The bedding on the bed is brand new, and the cloud quilt is embroidered with patterns of mandarin ducks playing in the water...
Fang Xiyan's eyes suddenly turned away, not daring to look any further.
This place is where he will be with her for a while. The layout is somewhat like the wedding bed in ancient legends.
Her eyes fell on a large vase in the corner of the room again, and she shrank slightly!
The large vase is as tall as a person, with a wide mouth, a thin neck, and a big belly. There is a picture of a landscape and figures painted on it.
The overlapping mountains, swaying leaves, and a man and woman walking on the mountain road, both with their backs to each other, holding a thin bamboo umbrella, the mist and rain are swaying, giving people a feeling of extraordinary harmony and tranquility.
Fang Xiyan's heart was struck again, and she felt that this vase suited her very well, and it was in line with her thoughts.
I couldn't help but reach out and touch it. The texture of the vase was thin and ice-cool, like jade.
She looked at the mouth of the vase, and a thought suddenly came to her mind. In such a big vase, if a naughty child crawls around on it, he might fall in... [
I was stunned again, what was I thinking about?
This vase is so high, how can a child climb up it?
Unless you are someone who knows kung fu...
"This vase was broken once." Feng Xiaoxun's voice sounded faintly behind her. The voice was too close to her, startling her, and she moved forward, almost hitting the vase.
Her waist tightened, and someone gently pulled her away to help her stand firm: "Be careful, do you want it to break again?"