I Own a Garden with One Hundred Herbs

On Han Qingxuan, Baicaoshi first met the handsome owner of the village.

No, just this peerless beauty, there should be no description in the original book, I really can't remember it.

In fact, when I first read Baicao Poetry, I skipped to read it, just because the current web articles had better grades, so I poured water wildly, like an old lady's foot wrap, smelly and long. Because she has the same name and surname as the female supporting role, she paid more attention to it, so she has a clear understanding of Ying Zhefeng's ending, but she is smeared with the villa owner.

The sound of the piano returned to normal, and it seemed that the stagnation never happened.

"Yuan Tao Zhu is so elegant!" Ying Zhefeng sat down on the log chair, and picked up the Junshan Yinhao with a happy face. "Good tea and good music, I'm so happy that I don't think about it anymore."

Yuan Xian smiled lightly, "Then stay a little longer, the villa always welcomes Ying Shao. Happy face, show Bai girl tea."

Although it's the first time I've seen her, the identity of Baicaoshi is easy to guess. Yuan Xian gave her VIP treatment.

The tea leaves are like silver needles, floating in the teacup, with a delicate fragrance.

"Girl, what do you think of this tea?" Probably out of sympathy, Yuan Xian really wanted to hear Baicaoshi's opinion.

Baicaoshi took a sip, and another sip, it was delicious. "Master, little girl knows almost nothing about tea ceremony except medlar and chrysanthemum tea. You are playing the piano with the cow."

Baicaoshi claims that it doesn't matter if it is a cow, and there is also a red bull next to it, look at this red one.

Huanyan smiled softly, Ying Zhefeng looked ugly, as if he was constipated.

Yuan Xian showed great interest, "Goji chrysanthemum tea?"

Wolfberry chrysanthemum tea is the number one drink for young people’s health care, and the song also sings "soak wolfberry in a thermos cup".

"That's right, small chrysanthemums are suitable for chrysanthemums, and it would be even better if there are bo chrysanthemums." Baicaoshi's eyes were shining brightly.

You should know that Boju is a special product of Bozhou. Bozhou is the four major medicine capitals in China. Boju is the king of chrysanthemums and has the highest medicinal value.

If the owner can help find Boju, he will definitely be able to exchange a lot of points.

Unbeknownst to Yuan Xian, he has become a free labor force in Baicao people's mind, a solid tool man. "Huanyan, tell the subordinates to keep an eye out. If there are any whereabouts of Boju, I will send some to Miss Bai."

If it wasn't for the fear of being regarded as a different kind, Baicaoshi really wanted to compare, the owner of the village has taken a long way. "Then I would like to thank Master Yuan, and I will draw a picture of Bo Chrysanthemum for Miss Huanyan later."

The two chatted happily, and Ying Zhefeng felt like an outsider. He took a big sip of tea, "Then Yuan Taozhu has to act faster, and Miss Bai will follow me into Yanjing in a few days."

Baicao Poetry: "..."

Did I say yes? A twisted melon is not sweet! Baicaoshi's happy face just now was covered with frost, and he greeted Zhefeng a hundred times in his heart.

Yuan Xian let out an "oh" and said again: "Wouldn't it be true that Yuan won't have the good fortune to taste the delicious food made by Miss Bai again? I think Miss Bai should be a local, and there are relatives at home, so I will go to Yanjing Mountain Gao Shuichang, I don’t know when we will see our relatives again?”

What is a god assist? Just look at Yuan Xian. Baicaoshi was grateful in her heart, and went straight down the ladder. She blessed her lower body and said: "Go back to the nobleman and the owner of the villa, and there are old mothers and younger brothers in the folk girl's house. It is a great blessing to be able to go to Yanjing with the nobleman, but The old mother is not far away, and the way of filial piety and fraternity, the daughters of the people still know a little bit. I beg you to help me."

As he spoke, Baicaoshi, who was possessed by a dramatist, wept sadly, and his words were sincere and moving.

Ying Zhefeng fell into a stalemate. He didn't expect the little girl to be rebellious, and she refused so simply. "If you want to, take your mother and younger brother to Yanjing."

There are no shortage of two sets of bowls and chopsticks in the house.

Baicao Shi still had to say something, so she listened to Yuan Xian's order: "Huanyan, go and appease Miss Bai, Young Master Ying and I have some important things to talk about."

Baicaoshi glanced at Yuan Xian gratefully, and left Han Qingxuan with oil on her feet.