The two flower demons led her to the door of the room on the left side of the Baoxia and whispered: "Master Demon Lord, Miss Fang brings you here."

"Let her come in." His faint voice came from 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!

A heart was beating. But at this time the arrow was already on the string, and she could not allow her to retreat. She gritted her teeth and walked in.

The candle shadows in the house are red, and the furniture is exquisite and neat, arranged in an orderly manner. The fine bamboos are placed under her feet, and various strange stones are placed on the hollow screen. There are crystal rainy rainy stones, blood-red and warm chicken blood stones, green jade stones as green as watermelon, white and fat-white mutton fat jades... and some strange-shaped stones that she can't name at all--

She was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt a strange feeling in her heart.

It seems that this woman named Feiyue still has the same hobbies as her. In modern times, she also likes to collect stones. No matter where she travels, she will inevitably bring back a bag of stones, and various stones are placed in the room.

The eldest sister once joked that the stones in her house could be placed in a gossip formation...

I didn't expect to see so many here too-

She looked at the stones and was a little lost for a moment until one hand was put on her shoulder: "What's wrong?"

The voice was low and pleasant, and the fragrance of tea and flowers surrounded her.

Fang Xiyan's heart tightened, and there seemed to be a heat flowing in his hands, which made her panic slightly, and took a step forward quietly, avoiding his arms: "No... nothing."

There are many people in the world who love stones, so it is not surprising that they have this same hobby.

Fang Xiyan shook her head and shook the strange feeling in her heart. She couldn't help but look inside the house.

The most conspicuous thing in the house is a large bed. The light red curtains on the bed are hung with silver hooks, the bedding on the bed is full of new clusters, and the clouds are embroidered with the pattern of mandarin ducks playing in the water...

Fang Xiyan's eyes suddenly turned away and she didn't dare to look at them.

This place is a place where he will be entangled with her in a while. This arrangement is somewhat like the legendary joy bed in ancient times.

Her eyes fell on a large vase in the corner of the house and shrank slightly!

The large vase was a person with a wide mouth, a thin neck, and a big belly. It was painted with a picture of landscape characters.

Overlapping mountains, swaying leaves, and a pair of men and women walked on the mountain road, both facing each other, holding a thin bamboo umbrella together, swaying in mist and rain, giving people a feeling of being extremely harmonious and quiet.

Fang Xiyan's heart bumped into her again, thinking that the vase was very eyeing to her, which was quite suitable for her thoughts.

I couldn't help but reach out and touched it. The vase was slick and cold, like a jade.

She looked at the vase and a thought suddenly rose. Such a large vase, if a child crawled around with a naughty crawling around, he might fall into it...

I was stunned again. What are I thinking about random things?

This vase is so tall, how can a child climb up?

Unless it's a skillful kung fu...

"This vase has been broken once." Feng Xiaoxun's voice sounded faintly behind her. The sound was too close to her, which scared her. She moved forward and almost hit the vase.
Chapter completed!