"The moon is bright and the wind is rising again, and the apricot flowers are sparse." Wen Xizi praised as soon as she saw Xiaoxiao's dress.

"Xizi knows me." Xiaoxiao was relieved, and finally someone understood his design concept.

The Wen family is also a big house, located in the southern suburbs of Kyoto. Like the Tang family, it belongs to the style of "the garden is in the house, and the garden is in the garden".

Xiaoxiao raised his head, and several large acacia trees that were connected to the sky supported the green shade, but they saw their flowers like velvet and their leaves like feathers. I thought I would see a Western-style rose garden, but I didn’t expect that it was also a well-conventional courtyard.

"What will you wear on the cherry bamboo shoots?" Wen Xizi said, holding Xiaoxiao's hand, and the two walked through the moon gate made of a treasure flower: "This is the first time I have brought my classmates into the house. My mother insisted on seeing you!" Her tone was the same as Ruicai.

"I'm going to visit my aunt for the first time," Xiaoxiao looked at Xizi with his head: "I haven't figured out what to wear yet. You'll look good in whatever you wear."

Xizi patted her hand: "I often see those Chang'an ladies wearing chest-length skirts on ancient paintings. I always feel strange. Those ancient people are even more open-minded than us." Xizi gestured at her chest and smiled red.

I heard the ancients say 'ancients', it was really messy, and smiled and said, "You're okay, if I want to go out in such a dress, my aunts and aunts in those rooms have to discuss it."

The two of them came to the main room through flowers and willows. Xiaoxiao asked before entering the door: "There are not a few roses in your yard."

"It's just that this is difficult. Rose is not like the plum blossoms and crabapples. It can be planted at the corner of the wall, and it's a scene." Xizi helped Xiaoxiao into the hanging flower gate. There were thousands of layers of rocks in the yard, and it also attracted live water. Only the gurgling sound of water was heard, and red and white peony planted beside the rockery. Xizi said again: "It's not like this peony peony, which can be painted around the rockery and lean against the railings."

That's true, the aesthetics of the ancients were like this. Roses mainly existed as spices in ancient times. Wen Zhenheng once said that she was "not suitable for wearing by secluded people. The tender thorns are not very elegant. The flowers and colors are also vulgar. They should be filled with food, and they should not be tied with hairpins." Just now, when she came in from the Wen family's garden, except for some bamboo fences and flower barriers, the shadow of roses was almost impossible to see.

"There is a large rose garden on the east side of the garden, and there are rare flowers and plants planted in glass sheds. The lupin you saw last time is inside." Xizi sighed softly, "My ancestors mainly made rose spices, so they got the name of the rose Wen family. When my father's generation started to add a business to the flower bureau, they simply planted all the rose roses and wax treasures. People bought these flowers just to smell the fragrance, or to make the yard some color in midsummer."

Xiaoxiao sounded a little angry, and she really wanted to bring Xizi to modern times and let her appreciate the status of roses.

"I have heard a legend. A girl fell in love with a beautiful boy, but because of her identity, they could not be together. One day, the beautiful boy encountered an attack from a beast in the valley. When the girl heard the boy's cry for help, she rushed to the valley regardless of everything. The valley was covered with thorny white roses. The thorny roses cut through the girl's hands and feet, and blood sprinkled all the way. The white roses were dyed red by blood and turned into red roses. Later, people used red roses to describe love." Xiaoxiao couldn't help but tell Xizi the Greek myth about roses.

Xizi was fascinated by the sound of hearing: "What happened later?"

"Later, both of them died." God's world was too complicated, Xiaoxiao mentioned it.

Xizi was sad: "This legend is so sad, all of them are dead."

"But the rose is still alive."

Xizi's eyes lit up and she looked at her and smiled.

Xiaoxiao patted her on the shoulder: "So, what your Wen family does is the most romantic business in the world."

"The old woman can't understand what these children say now." A hearty laughter came, and a noble lady in her 50s walked out of the main house. Although she was a little older, she could still see the traces of the beauty she was young.

Xiaoxiao hesitated for a moment. The person in front of him was much older than his mother, almost the same age as his grandmother. Is this Xizi's grandmother or...

"This is my mother." Xizi smiled and introduced.

Xiaoxiao stepped forward to give Mrs. Wen a gift. Mrs. Wen had already supported her: "Just like her own family, there is no need to be too polite!" As she said that, she looked up and down, "This child looks genuine and polite, and she looks like a scholarly family."

Xizi smiled and said, "Mom, stop watching, Yingyuan is embarrassed."

Then Mrs. Wen walked into the room with a smile. There were more than a dozen pots of orange and red roses in the main hall, which made the room bright.

Mrs. Wen sat on the couch in the east room with a smile: "This child is so attractive, the more you look at it, the more beautiful you look at it! I always like girls the most, but I gave birth to four bald boys in anger. I only got Wan'er's baby in my 40s! I love her the most, and his father also spoiled her. The four brothers loved her even more and spoiled her to this childish temper."

"No." Xizi acted coquettishly with Mrs. Wen.

Mrs. Wen ignored her daughter and only held Xiaoxiao's hand: "How many sisters are Yuan'er's family?"

This nickname is so weird.

"Yuan'er" smiled sweetly: "I'm the only one in our family."

Mrs. Wen put the hands of the two girls together: "It's just right! You two are lonely in the boudoir, just right for companion! Yuan'er looks younger than Wan'er, a tiger?"

"Those born in the Year of the Rabbit will not be able to celebrate their thirteenth birthday until June."

"Oh! Isn't that two years younger than Wan'er? She's still a little girl!" Xiaoxiao had to look like a little girl, bent her lips and smiled slightly.
Chapter completed!