Feng Jiuer pondered for a while and asked.

"right."

Old Shen nodded with a smile, "The city lord also noticed it, didn't he?"

"The two mountains are about the same height, but one mountain is thicker and the other is thinner. Our local people named them thick mountain and thin mountain."

The origin of this thick mountain is really simple.

"Well, it should be those two."

Feng Jiu'er nodded and looked back to Shen Ronger.

"Rong'er, I heard Liu Yang say that this flower doesn't originally smell like this, does it?"

"Um."

Shen Ronger nodded, "Its original fragrance is strong but not greasy, and smells very good. I not only used it to make rouge, but also made a sachet."

"mother."

Shen Ronger raised her eyes and looked at her mother, "Go to my wing and take out the cloth bag from the second drawer."

"good."

The woman nodded, turned around, and walked to the other side.

Seeing that everyone was silent, Old Shen immediately stood up and waved his hands.

"Drink tea, drink some tea."

"good."

Feng Jiuer picked up the tea cup again.

Others also held teacups and each took a sip.

Duan Liuyang frowned and put down the cup.

"Actually, it's the same for me. I once brought this flower home from the mountains. No matter how I cultivated it, I couldn't grow it well."

"The key is its smell. It has completely changed and it has become unpleasant."

Shen Ronger raised her eyes and looked at Duan Liuyang, remembering what she heard when she went out just now.

"right."

She nodded, "The situation is the same."
Chapter completed!