"Burn that plum blossom brocade snow satin robe." Bei Tangjin said, stood up, pulled off the sachet embroidered with blooming red plum blossoms from his waist, and stuffed it into Su Tao's hand.
Su Tao looked at Bei Tangjin blankly, and it took him a long time to react, and said: "But... Miss, you put a lot of effort into ordering that robe, and this sachet, which you drew yourself.
Sister Qiurong spent a whole day and a night embroidering it, wouldn't it be a pity to burn it?" Su Tao looked at the beautifully embroidered sachet in her hand and was very reluctant to part with it.
Bei Tangjin sighed. Why didn't she feel sorry for the things that had been with her all these years? However, these things were likely to bring trouble to them, so they had to be disposed of.
"Burn it." After looking at the sachet for the last time, Bei Tangjin turned his back.
"Do you really want to burn it?" Su Tao couldn't bear to look at the exquisite sachet.
Qiu Rong grabbed the sachet and threw it into the brazier. The sparks in the brazier suddenly jumped and burned the entire sachet to ashes.
"Sister Qiurong—" Su Tao stared at Qiurong with wide eyes. She sewed this with her own hands, stitch by stitch!
But Qiu Rong said extremely calmly: "Burning these things can save us unnecessary trouble, so it's worth it!" After she finished speaking, she quickly twisted the plum blossom brocade snow satin robe into small pieces with scissors and threw it into the brazier.
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"Why don't you come and help me!" Qiu Rong glanced at Su Tao, who was standing there stupidly watching his movements, and said.
Su Tao sighed heavily and said, "We can do it again if these things are gone!" As if to comfort herself, she also picked up a small piece of robe and threw it into the brazier.
The fire was radiating and burning, making people's faces hurt. Bei Tangjin looked at Su Tao's expression of extreme pity, and sighed in his heart that Su Tao was still too straight-minded and too simple after all.
The three of them packed up their luggage and covered themselves with weft hats before going out.
The snow outside is very thick, and the plum blossoms are still blooming beautifully, like clouds on the horizon, as warm as fire.
Bei Tangjin remembered that passing through this plum garden and turning around the rockery was the way out of the nunnery.
Probably because of the cold weather, there were very few people outside. Most of them were pilgrims offering incense. Judging by their clothes and entourage, the house must be relatively close to Jingchan Nunnery.
The few pilgrims just followed Bei Tangjin's wishes, so that they could leave here without being noticed.
Just as she was thinking about it, she heard Su Tao say "Huh".
Bei Tangjin turned to look at Su Tao, and saw that she was looking at a man in a royal blue brocade robe, his cheeks already stained with crimson.
That man was none other than Feng Yan.
Feng Yan stood under the fiery red plum tree, wearing a simple royal blue brocade robe and a purple belt with gold trim. Her hair was simply tied up with a jade crown, but it was so dazzling that it suppressed the entire fiery red behind him.
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He stood there like a sun god, with an elegant manner and a faint smile on his face. He was so handsome that he couldn't look directly at him.
Feng Yan is indeed a man that makes women easily fall in love with her at first sight. At that time, Bei Tangjin also felt that the man she fell in love with was the best man in the world, with his handsome appearance, ambition, and overall love for her.
Heart, but everything was shattered with that sword that pierced the heart.
"Miss, isn't that the young man who played the flute the day before yesterday?" Qiu Rong quickly remembered this handsome young man with elegant manners.