The chrysanthemum garden in Jiang Mansion is different from the Haitang Garden.
There are no twists and turns in it.
It is just the simplest and pure Go grid layout, with chrysanthemums placed one after another.
If you want to see it, just follow the horizontal and vertical paths.
The location of this chrysanthemum garden is getting more and more remote.
Xia Xiaodong and Fourth Miss Qin are in a league of their own.
When they came over, they startled the old woman guarding the gate.
She did not dare to refuse.
She immediately opened the door and invited them in, and ordered the rough messenger.
The little maid went to fetch the gardener who was planting chrysanthemums.
They were not far away, so the gardener came very quickly.
He was an old man over fifty years old, and together with the woman, they followed Xia Xiaodong step by step.
Miss Qin Si was a little strange, but Xia Xiaodong understood.
This was probably because they were worried that they would break the flowers casually for fun.
Little girls often like to do this kind of thing.
They just fold it off to play with it for a while, or put it on their hair and then throw it away in a blink of an eye.
But for gardeners, it may cause them to lose their responsibility, and, really Gardeners who love flowers are very disgusted with such behavior.
"This is the golden peony, and that is the golden peacock.
Hey, Yu Linglong has thanked her so quickly."
Miss Qin Si really liked chrysanthemums, and she named several books casually.
The gardener from behind smiled and said, "We only moved the chrysanthemums out to enjoy them during the Mid-Autumn Festival, so now some of them are in bloom."
Fourth Miss Qin and Xia Xiaodong both nodded.
Being a gardener is not easy either.
When the master says he wants to enjoy flowers, he has to let them bloom.
The flowering techniques vary from person to person, but they all have some sequelae, such as premature flowering or no seed production.
"I wonder if there are spring water and blue waves.
Or green jade."
Xia Xiaodong said and looked around.
Seeing the dazzling array of chrysanthemums, you can't help but think of Daxia Ding and Miss Ling who met at the chrysanthemum party.
The gardener's eyes widened immediately, and his first reaction was to look at the door and everywhere.
Then he replied in a low voice: "These two books actually don't exist."
"Spring Water, Blue Waves, Green Jade Ruyi has a nice name, are they all chrysanthemums?"
Miss Qin Si asked repeatedly.
"Yes, they are all green chrysanthemums.
They should be quite rare."
"Why is the gardener so worried?"
Miss Qin Si came closer to Xia Xiaodong and asked in a low voice.
"Both of these are things that can be found but cannot be sought.
If the master finds out and has to find a few copies of each, it will be life-threatening."
Xia Xiaodong also replied in a low voice.
In fact, the gardener is very close.
You can still hear it even if it's low, it's just a thought.
"I've never heard of chrysanthemum lovers.
Sister Xiaodong, how do you know where you've seen these two chrysanthemums?
Wait for me to go and have a look."
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Miss Qin Si asked a lot of questions in one breath.
The gardener also pricked up his ears, wondering where such a famous product could be found.
"I haven't seen it either."
Xia Xiaodong sighed slightly, pulled Miss Qin Si and continued to walk forward: "I just saw it in a storybook called Liancheng Jue.
It said that there was a knight named Ding.
Because of these two green chrysanthemums, I fell in love with the most famous local beauty, Ling Shuanghua."
"Oh, the title of this book is so special.
What happened to the two of them?
Did they get married in the end?
Where can I buy this story?"
Miss Qin Si's eyes lit up.
The story that the knight and the beauty had to tell was exactly what Xiao Xiao had to tell.
It is the favorite of girls, not to mention the equally favorite chrysanthemum playing a part in it.
"Miss Xia really has a wide range of interests.
She can tell a story just by looking at a chrysanthemum."
Before Xia Xiaodong could reply, a clear man's voice suddenly came from behind Miss Qin Si.
The two girls looked back and saw the gardener and the mother-in-law who were behind them.
They didn't know where they went, but a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old arrived next to him.
"Your Highness Ninth Prince," Miss Qin Si exclaimed, but she recognized this person.
"Your Highness Ninth Prince."
Xia Xiaodong immediately called Miss Qin Si.
He knelt down and saluted.
Naturally, His Highness Ninth Prince also inherited the good skin of the royal family.
He has a face like a crown of jade, a straight nose that is very characteristic of the Ning family, and his lips are painted with vermilion, and his temples are as sharp as a knife.
He is a very typical young lady.
Xia Xiaodong finished the ceremony.
Then he calmly took half a step back, letting Miss Qin Si stand between him and His Highness Ninth Prince.
Jupu is so remote.
A chance encounter is out of the question.
Only when someone reported the whereabouts of himself and Fourth Miss Qin to the Ninth Prince did he come over.
Since Fourth Miss Qin and him have known each other before, that's fine, please go ahead.
Anyway, a dead Taoist friend will not die as a poor Taoist, not to mention that there is no need to die anyway.
"Why are you here, Your Highness Ninth Prince?"
Miss Qin Si asked directly, leaning on her peddler.
"I was talking to Jiang Xiaosan over there, but the guys around him are so sour that they can't listen anymore."
The Ninth Prince was quite easy-going.
No wonder Miss Qin Si was not afraid of him: "Since Yizhen invited everyone here today, so I’ll come over and take a look.”
In fact, they still didn't say how they came to Jupu, but Miss Qinsi was already very satisfied, or she forgot her question, and immediately said with a smile: "Your Highness Ninth Prince is so lucky, I'm letting Sister Xiaodong tell this story, come on.
Let’s listen together.”
Xia Xiaodong wished he could look up to the sky and sigh.
In this world, why is it that even a little girl like Qin Si is so arrogant that she actually brings the topic back to herself?
His Highness Ninth Prince looked over with interest: "I just heard someone say, who is Ling Shuanghua and the most famous beauty somewhere?"
The question of who Ling Shuanghua is is comparable to where the previous Jing Ke is.
"Do you really want to listen?"
Xia Xiaodong didn't mind telling them the art of connecting cities.
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Anyway, across time and space, Da Xia Jin definitely wouldn't care.
And no matter what the purpose of the Ninth Prince's visit was, Xia Xiaodong felt that the Liancheng Jue would be better.
"Actually, I want to know more," the Ninth Prince was not fooled and asked interjectionly: "How did Miss Xia know these many stories?
I heard that Zhang Shipu, Li Ziqi and the others were told in a daze last time in Juansi Garden.
Yes, Li Ziqi is still reading books in the library of the Imperial College."
Pfft, it was Miss Qin who snickered when she heard this.
Li Ziqi was too serious, and she was still looking for Jing Ke, Nie Zheng and others after all these days.
"I also got a copy of Yuewei Cottage Notes by chance."
It shouldn't matter if I borrowed the title of the book.
Xia Xiaodong said with a smile: "At that time, I looked at the book as it was old and messy.
I thought it was some miscellaneous book from where I didn't know where it came from, but the title of the book seemed to be several After reading it, I bought it.
I didn’t expect that there were quite a few unofficial essays that were very interesting, and I remembered them without realizing it.”
It’s not like the title was made up.
When literati write books, they usually don't name them directly as so-and-so's collected works, but instead use nicknames or the like, or the names of their hometowns, or their proud residences.
It's just that the Ninth Prince was thinking hard, but he still couldn't figure out what the name of Yuewei Cottage was, which was suitable for both refined and popular people
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