After looking around, only Gu Qiancheng doesn’t have flower arrangents, but she certainly wouldn’t be indoors.
"..."
Yun Qian tilted her head, wondering if it was... herself.
This thought flashed fleetingly through her mind before she dismissed it.
Miss Yun is not greedy and feels that this is fine.
If Xu Chang’an knew about Yun Qian’s sudden, inexplicable thought, he would certainly gently tap Miss Yun’s head with resignation.
There are many girls with flowers and with the surna Li, does that an they are all his wives?
It’s just a coincidence.
Moreover, did Miss Yun forget sothing?
Xu Chang’an ntioned that the courtyard was empty and suggested planting sothing.
There was an important condition attached to this.
[The house is empty, if Miss likes, you can plant sothing.]
The point is that it’s about what she likes.
The flowers and trees in the courtyard were planted not because he liked them, but to prevent Miss Yun from feeling lonely.
They were cultivated for her, not for his own desires.
Yet Yun Qian couldn’t think of these things; she only felt she once again disrupted her husband’s fate. As for whether Xu Chang’an wanted to be "disrupted" by her, Miss Yun didn’t care.
She had said it long ago.
She wanted Xu Chang’an to be a bit more flirtatious.
After all, the more people there are, the greedier he becos; the greedier he becos, the more he wants everything, making him less likely to easily abandon this woman with no nickna—
At this mont, an unusual thought arose in Miss Yun’s mind.
Maybe, even for her husband’s sake, she could reach out to these won a bit.
After all, upon reflection, these won are people she has a slight fondness for because they all like her husband and have good taste.
Currently, Liu Qingluo probably has the highest favorability, followed by Li Zhibai.
But now Yun Qian had an idea.
Perhaps the main wife isn’t Li Zhibai, but Liu Qingluo?
Was she wrong before?
Forget it, she’s tired of thinking.
Sure enough, thinking is a physically exhausting task.
As for the na significance of flowers...
Yun Qian’s gaze seed to casually pass over the Rowing Maiden beside her, then move away.
Unlike wanting a tear mole, Yun Qian thought she’d best not have a na with flowers.
No more apricot blossoms; she is just Yun Qian.
She picked up a piece of pastry, took a small bite, and stared at the small mark left by her teeth on the cake, choosing not to think further.
"..."
Behind Yun Qian, the Rowing Maiden watched as Yun Qian fell into long contemplation, and only quieted down when she started eating pastries.
The Rowing Maiden was very puzzled.
But she sensed that Ms. Yun seed to want her own na to carry flowers.
But she had said everything she could, and as for what couldn’t be said, she didn’t plan to speak.
As for what couldn’t be said...
Actually, she felt that the na [Yun Qian] also contained flowers.
——
The girl from Wushan separated by cloud, the pine flowers sprouted from the mountain in spring.
The cassia tree on South Mountain dies for you, the cloud robe lightly stained with rouge flowers.
——
The courtesans in the brothel always liked these slightly lancholic poems, so just now... when Yun Qian ntioned her na lacking flowers, this seven-character verse flashed through her mind.
Such poems, when written and then passed into the hands of courtesans, lose their original intent, at least the courtesans think they are lancholic.
Thinking about this verse.
Wushan evokes thoughts of couples.
South Mountain is even more inauspicious.
At the end, the cassia tree dies for you, the cloud robe lightly stained with rouge flowers...
"..."
The Rowing Maiden pursed her lips lightly.
This seven-character verse is depressing and lancholic, making it unpalatable, so she didn’t speak.
Why does Ms. Yun have to involve flowers without reason, rouge flowers... does she really like rouge? She probably doesn’t.
Cloud Rain’s cloud and the stranded shallow, it’s already perfect.
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