The two of them laughed and made a fuss, and soon arrived at the back mountain.

The back mountain is still the same back mountain, but it is different from when I went back. The green color was not as rich as it was at this moment. The flowers were the kind that came from everyday spring. At the end of spring and early summer, it was a colorful and colorful area, which was very gratifying.

It is purely natural to appreciate beautiful scenery, and Feng Qing can't help but take a lot of lighter steps.

Although she felt nothing else about these Hua Wu who could not name her name, her wife liked her, so Fang Zheng slowed down.

Feng Qing sniffs one by one, putting different fragrances in one place, including rich and heavy, elegant and light, and different flavors can smoke different embroidery products.

Feng Qing also saw a wild fragrant herb deep in the grass. The flowers are light yellow and white, extremely beautiful, with a quiet and sweet fragrance. Feng Qing knew that this fragrant herb can also be made into perfume and spices.

After picking a bouquet of fragrant snow orchids, Feng Qing handed the flowers to Fang Zheng, "Master, take them."

Fang Zheng didn't understand why, so he took the bouquet as he said.

Between the mottled light and shadow, a handsome man in a long light gown held a bouquet of light yellow flowers in his hand. The white and mysterious man in the light yellow lined up made Feng Qing almost lose his mind.

"Can my husband still catch my wife's eyes?" Fang Zheng glanced at the flower in his hand and looked at her indulgently and smiled.

"It's very good to enter." Feng Qing nodded randomly like a chicken pecking at rice, "My husband, if you look like this, you will definitely be more handsome than Pan An."

"Who is Pan An?" Fang Zheng's focus is obviously different from Feng Qing.

"this--"

Feng Qing remembered that he had said similar things. Could it be that he remembered it wrong? Otherwise, my husband would not have had this question.

"Madam!" Fang Zheng cared very much about other men. He emphasized his tone, "Where has Madam seen this person named Pan An?"

"My husband, actually, you misunderstood. This is a rumored person. It is said that in ancient times, there were four beauties and four beauties."

Feng Qing became interested in beauty, and other things, and has been the material for various stories since ancient times. Feng Qing told his husband all the stories about the four beauties who only knew about the official or unofficial history.

"It is said that these four beauties are called Pan An, Song Yu, Lanling King, and Wei Jie. These four are all talented and beautiful. If I have the chance, I really want to meet them."

Feng Qing looked yearning and did not notice Fang Zheng's darker and darker face.

"Let me talk about Pan An first. He has the reputation of flowers in Heyang County. He really has a good appearance and good academic literature. It is said that every time Pan An goes out, many girls chase him, sending him flowers and fruits, and he can fill his car with his car, so there is an allusion of throwing fruits into a car in later generations."

Fang Zheng's face became darker. She looked at the yellow flowers waving in the wind in her hand and said in a deep voice: "If you have the chance, will your wife give it to Pan'an's flower fruit?"

This question is full of vinegar.

Thinking that he was not the one who received the wife's flowers alone, Fang Zheng felt as if there were an ant biting it in his heart.

The more he looked at the flower, the more dazzling he felt, and the wife thought of giving the flower to Pan An.

If it weren't for the gift from my wife, I would have wanted to crush the flower.

"Besides, this Lanling King is talented and beautiful, and he is a god of war. It is said that because he is too handsome, he is afraid that he will not be able to convince the public. He always wears a mask whenever he appears on the battlefield."

"And this Song Yu, who is as beautiful as Song Yu, and looks like Pan An——"

Fang Zheng could no longer listen to his wife's praise for other men's various praises, "Madam, how can you believe all the rumors?"

"Look at it, although it is not a beauty in the world, it is also a beauty that can be eaten with. My wife has said this. Besides, my husband is so talented, and although I can't be known as a master, astronomy, and geography, I know more than ordinary people. My wife can look at her husband more and don't think about nonsense."

There was a pleasant light flashing in Feng Qing's eyes, and she could have taken over her husband's army.

"That's not necessarily the case. It's not necessarily groundless, but it may not be without cause. Then Pan An might be more beautiful than the rumors."

"My wife, there are ways to make your husband so that you can only think of being a husband in the future." Fang Zheng gritted his teeth, "Do you believe it?"

Feng Qing naturally believed it.

She didn't want to really get angry with her husband. She stepped forward and grabbed Fang Zheng's hand, "Mr., no matter how good others are, in my heart, no one is as good as her husband."

This unconcealed confession made Fang Zheng's gloomy mood improve instantly. Even though he knew that his wife was deliberately asking other outstanding men in front of him, he still couldn't control his displeasure.

Forget it, the lady will be happy.

The two people who were laughing and making fun of each other completely forgot the cold war that Feng Qing had decided to have just been half an hour.

Along the way, Feng Qing picked a lot of plants. She sorted the bouquets, and Fang Zheng put the rest in the bamboo basket, always holding the bouquet of yellow flowers in her hand.

After enough picking, Feng Qing stood up straight and prepared to cut some pig grass.

"Hey, the flowers over there are so beautiful and the taste is amazing." The pig grass nearby has almost been cut. Feng Qing looked into the deep grass on both sides of the road. At the farthest point where he could see, there was a very beautiful bunch of flowers. The flowers were blood red, and there were only two on one plant. The flowers were as big as fists and had completely bloomed.

Between so far, Feng Qing could vaguely smell the refreshing fragrance.

Feng Qing shook his mind and couldn't help but walk there.

The arm was squeezed hard by someone, and Feng Qing turned his head in confusion, "Honey?"

"Madam, stay away from that flower." Fang Zheng concentrated in his mind and spoke solemnly.

"What's wrong?" Feng Qing looked at the flower in confusion, then turned around to Fang Zheng with a solemn expression.

"The smell of this flower is not right, right?" Fang Zheng said.

"What's wrong?" The beautiful flower is so beautiful that people can't help but get close to it and sniff it deep.

"If you remember well, this flower appeared more than ten years ago. The villagers didn't say it very clearly. You Hu only remembered that many livestock and people were inexplicably sleeping around a bouquet of extremely beautiful flowers, and then there was no day to wake up."

There are several families in Dongliu Village who raise sheep. When the grass and trees are lush, they will drive the sheep to the back mountain to eat grass. More than ten years ago, there were more than ten sheep in a family, and all the children who herded the sheep fainted around the flowers. Many of the village names who came to check were too late. Later, someone realized that there was something wrong with the smell of the flowers, so he wrapped his mouth and nose and cut the flowers.

No one dared to come far away for many years, but he never saw this flower again, and the villagers gradually forgot what happened more than ten years ago.

Unexpectedly, this confusing thing appeared again.

No one has seen this flower before today, it must have appeared overnight.

The flower was cut down more than ten years ago and was directly thrown into the fire. Fang Zheng had never seen it with his own eyes.

If I hadn't been firm in my mind just now, I would have been hooked like a wife.

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