Cheng Xi picked up the leaves one by one, twisting the main veins with his thumb and index finger, and the fiery red maple leaves started to rotate.
"It's quite beautiful."
Shennong Mountain is rich in species. This area should belong to the red maple zone, and there should be many more nearby.
She looked around and found many maple leaves buried under snowdrifts on the ground, most of which were intact.
Under low temperature, it has become the most standard specimen.
When Cheng Xi saw Maple Leaf, he immediately thought of Shen Xingluo and the entire study room at home filled with ancient books.
"It should be quite elegant to use as bookmarks."
She picked up a few pieces that she liked, and put them into the space. When she stood up, she looked at a small tree in front of her and hesitated for a moment. Finally I took it in.
And Cheng Xi himself disappeared with the little maple tree.
The villa outside the space is full of greenery. The persimmon and chestnut trees transplanted a few days ago have already turned green, and their green leaves have grown a lot. The cherry tree in the courtyard is still hanging with fruits.
Cheng Xi picked a handful of cherries and rinsed them under tap water for a while. While eating, she went to take care of the "territory" outside.
Several acres of wheat have been re-sprinkled with seeds, and now they are full of vitality and have grown a lot.
She picked up the farm tools and started to clean up the space, dividing the roots of medicinal plants and transplanting them elsewhere, and re-planned the medicinal planting area.
It wasn't until the alarm she set rang that she disappeared into the sky.
In the evening, Cheng Xi entered the Shen family courtyard holding a few maple leaves in his right hand and antlers found from the mountain in his left hand.
At that time, Shen Xingluo had just returned from the ancestral hall. When he opened the door, he saw her playing with the maple leaves spinning in her hands, and her eyes were a little surprised.
"There are such fiery red maple leaves on the mountain?"
"Found it under the snowdrift."
Cheng Xi handed it over, "They say a sword matches a hero, so I give it to you."
Shen Xingluo raised his head and stared intently with his obsidian eyes. Holding her.
A long while.
"Am I a hero?"
"What I gave you wasn't a sword."
Shen Xingluo laughed, but he really didn't suffer at all.
"Thank you, I like it very much."
There was a hint of ambiguity in his eyes, and he spoke again casually, "Do you know the metaphor of gifting a red maple?" Cheng Xi didn't think much for a moment and was very confused, "What metaphor?"
"Red leaves are the most affectionate, a word that expresses lovesickness."
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Cheng Xi was stunned suddenly, and a pair of clear eyes met the deep ones in front of him.
Since the two were quite close, Cheng Xi could even see his own reflection.
"Give it back!"
How could Shen Xingluo let her snatch it away? He turned around to avoid the protruding hand.
"I have accepted it, thank you madam."
"!!!"
Cheng Xi's cheeks turned red with anger.
Why were the brain circuits of ancient people so troublesome?
Can't you think less about it?
Shen Xingluo knew very well the principle of giving up when something is good, so he changed the subject empathetically:
"A letter from Colonel Song, Qingshan Village is about to launch a riot, either today or tomorrow."
What?
So fast!
"Are they going for the 200,000 shi of food in the city?"
"That's right."
A few days after the porridge was given out at the city gate, there was still some relief food left, but if they waited any longer, there would really be nothing left.
"At that time, the fifth prince will lead the troops and set off from the Huaishan Military Camp. Mr. Jiang will stay in the village first and enter the city when all the dust settles."
Cheng Xi nodded thoughtfully.
Things have been arranged, just waiting for the three parties to take action.
The mob wanted food and power, and Zhou Lesong wanted to use the mob to frame the fifth prince, but he didn't know that everything was under the control of others.
The mantis stalks the cicada, followed by the oriole.