Jiang Yu put down the small card in his hand, stared at the bouquet of flowers in front of him, and frowned slightly.
The short poem was written on the card without leaving a name; the card was inserted in the bouquet; the flowers were sent to the Wutong Pavilion when she came back from greeting her grandmother this morning, and the Wutong Pavilion was her residence in the old house in Zhongshan.
Although the butler of the old house is usually dull and taciturn, he is meticulous and meticulous and serious in doing things. It is impossible to have such a fallacy of giving something to the wrong yard on the first day of the Lunar New Year.
But Jiang Yu wanted to break his head, but he couldn't imagine who would give him such a bouquet of flowers on the first day of the Lunar New Year.
Those who have the motivation to deliver flowers to themselves do not know the address of Zhongshan’s old house; those who have the ability to deliver flowers to the old house do not have a clear motivation to deliver flowers.
Similar to Bouji Island, Zhongshan’s old house is also located in a huge barrier and is protected by countless powerful magic. It is impossible for ordinary blue birds or magic messengers to find its address. There are only a handful of visitors to the old house on the first day of the Lunar New Year. Jiang Yu really couldn’t imagine anyone who would give him such a strange bouquet of flowers.
"Did Uncle Wu say which family came from?" The witch smelled the messy fragrance emitted by the bouquet, and his tone was faint, asking the maid in Wutong's small restaurant.
Uncle Wu is the housekeeper of the old house, in charge of all kinds of affairs of the old house of Jiang family in Zhongshan for hundreds of years. Seeing many children from the Jiang family from corners to hair tied up, they are highly respected by the younger generations of the family, they usually respect "Uncle Wu".
The maid lowered her hands and said respectfully: "The butler said that the flowers were sent from Qingqiu Mansion on Buji Island. It is not clear which lady or young master in Qingqiu is the one that delivered the flowers."
"Qingqiu Mansion?"
Jiang Yu narrowed his eyes and looked at the bouquet in his hand carefully again.
The flowers in front of me are very diverse, including the precious sunset flowers and the other side flowers; blue tulips, purple stars, pink oleander; ordinary plum blossoms, peach blossoms, cherry blossoms, etc. A small bouquet of flowers covers more than a dozen flowers with different personalities and periods. The flower language combination also looks a bit messy, not like the work of the Qingqiu Su family.
But on the other hand, these flowers are particularly fresh, and are definitely no more than twenty-four hours away from picking. The delicate petals and the fine stamens are rippling with light magic power with similar breath. You can vaguely see the tiny footprints left by the sperm of the flower after being contaminated with pollen. At a glance, you can see that only those carefully cared for magical gardens can produce such similar and different flowers.
She sneered and threw the flower on the jade-shaped dragon-patterned stripe next to the window.
A plum blossom in the bouquet was impacted by external force and fell from the branch. It jumped and hit the light green three-legged jade smoke on the table, causing Lu Shu, who was carved on the jade smoke, to stretch out his neck and stumble into his stomach. In just a short time, the fine smoke coming out of the smoke cage added a hint of the fragrance of the plum blossom.
"Do you know what this bouquet of flowers is?" Jiang Yu put his finger on the back of the rose chair in front of the table, stroked the delicate and gentle stripes, and asked abruptly.
The maid looked at the bouquet of flowers, listed the different flower languages of each flower in her heart, eliminated the bad ones, matched them appropriately, and then carefully analyzed: "The sunset represents beauty, the other side represents longing, tulips are confessions, the stars are dreams, and oleander is loyal..."
"Stay?" The owner of Wutong Pavilion rolled his eyes wide and sweared: "Stay is so stalwart. The only thing this bouquet wants to express is that it wants this and that, all of it! Just like a bear who went to the field to pick corn, he couldn't bear to throw away every beautiful corn he picked up!"
The maid looked at her lady in shock.
In her impression, the lady has always been calm and indifferent, with a bit of "not happy with things or sad with herself". She has almost never lost her composure like this - not to mention that she has compared herself to "a beautiful corn", which makes her feel a little unspeakable.
"Miss!"
The maid reminded her for a moment, paused, then raised the wooden box that she held in her arms, and changed the topic: "What do you plan to deal with this year's New Year's money?"
Jiang Yu replied without thinking: "The old rules are received... Wait, what are you receiving this year? Well, jade coins, jade coins, jade coins, or jade coins..."
Her fingertips flirted with more than a hundred jade coins in the box. The crisp sounds made by the jade collided were not pleasant at all, and only made her feel bored.
"Why do I want so many jade coins?" She complained, and suddenly her eyes lit up. She saw a yellow copper coin with the "Happy Gods" on the front and the "Blessed Blessings" on the back, like a money that was engraved with powerful blessing magic.
The witch picked out the copper coins and threw them to the maid.
"Find a red thread, tie auspicious knots, make it so big," she gestured with her hands, adding: "Well, it's enough to hang it around the neck of a two-year-old fox."
"Are you going to be a gift?"
"right."
"Do you need to put it in a small box?"
"It's red." Jiang Yu nodded with a very small amplitude, stopped, and emphasized again: "Don't have any traces of giving Qingqiu to it."
The maid remembered it confusingly and seriously.
"There is another thing, about this year's Shanglinyuan Spring Shou," the maid seemed to remember something and added in a low voice: "Mrs. Tell me to remind you to attend...Mrs. I know that you are in school during that time, but Mrs. said that you don't need to participate in the whole process. You just need to pick two days on the weekend and show off in Shanglinyuan...Mrs. Also, you are nineteen years old this year and you should consider it longer..."
"Madam said, Madam said, are you from Wutong Small House or from the mansion?" Jiang Yu stared at his maid in anger, and pulled out a jade rabbit paperweight with a wrong golden cloud pattern from the bouquet and threw it aside: "Put this bouquet into the flower bag, there is no need for magic blessing, just don't let it die."
Then she pulled open the rose chair, sat down, spread out a piece of light red flower paper, grabbed the jade rabbit's paperweight ear, carried it on the flower paper paper, sat down, then pulled out the brush and dipped it in thick ink, intending to write a reply to someone.
But I couldn't write it three times.
Just wasting a few beautiful pieces of flower paper.
The jade rabbit squatting on the paper shook his ears and stared at the bouquet of flowers that were put into the flower bag. His three-petal small mouth was squirming, as if he was still savoring the fresh fragrance of flowers, looking pitiful and eager but afraid to escape.
"Are the gift ready to be delivered to Qingqiu Mansion?" The maid stood behind Jiang Yu and asked in a low voice.
"Yes... well, forget it." The owner of Wutong Pavilion stood up abruptly, crumpled the half-written flower paper on the table into a ball, threw it aside, and said firmly, "I'll go in person."