Transmigrated into the original heroine whose luck was plundered

Chapter 122 1 flower

Looking at the receding backs of the grandfather and grandson, Shen Qing and Wan Ji also turned around and left the place.

"Let's explore another place. If we still find nothing, we can only wait until daytime to come back and have a look." Wan Ji said calmly.

Shen Qing nodded in agreement.

The place they came to this time was completely different from before. It was no longer a deserted mountain or field, but an exquisite mansion.

The pavilions and towers in the mansion were well-arranged, with beautiful carved beams and painted buildings. The winding corridors were dotted with a few exquisite flower candles, and the weak candlelight barely illuminated a corner of the courtyard. It was obvious that this must be the residence of some powerful or wealthy person.

Shen Qing's eyes were immediately attracted by the red flower in the yard under the moonlight. It stood alone among the green leaves, looking particularly eye-catching.

"The dead roses here don't grow in groups?" Shen Qing blurted out in surprise.

During his long journey, Shen Qing had been to many places to look for dead wormwood, but he had never encountered a single plant. The dead wormwood he had seen before was always in large patches, stretching endlessly.

This single dead tree took her by surprise.

"Let's go and take a look." Wan Ji raised his chin towards Shen Qing, motioning her to go and check it out.

After receiving the instructions, Shen Qing immediately walked into the yard and began to carefully observe the environment around Wangmi.

This dead petal grows alone in a flower bed, surrounded by a circle of lush evergreen plants.

These green plants have obviously been carefully cared for and trimmed, and have been shaped into various exquisite shapes.

Looking at the dead petal itself, it is quite tall, its stem is thicker than that of ordinary flowers, and its petals are extremely large.

This is clearly a flower that has been carefully cared for.

As Shen Qing looked at everything in front of her, she swiftly took some green plants as evidence. Then, she dug some soil from the flower bed and labeled them one by one for later use. After doing all this, Shen Qing turned around and returned to Wan Ji.

"It's almost the same as the previous one. The plants around this dead rose are also ordinary plants." Shen Qing said to Wan Ji.

Wan Ji was not surprised at all, after all, it had happened several times before. "It's okay, go back and ask your other uncles, maybe they can find something else."

"Miss, why are you coming to see the flowers so late at night? Be careful, it's cold at night and don't catch a cold." The maid said softly, with a hint of concern in her tone.

"It took a lot of effort for this flower to bloom. I have to take good care of it, otherwise it will wither one day." The young lady responded softly, her voice gentle and melodious, as sweet as the chirping of a nightingale.

As the sound of tiny footsteps was heard, two people walked out quickly from the winding corridor.

One has a graceful figure, gentle and generous; the other is petite and pretty, a beautiful girl from a small family.

"Miss, please slow down." The maid named Lan'er reminded softly. Her steps were a little hurried, as if she wanted to keep up with the lady in front of her.

"Lan'er, you are too slow, hurry up and catch up." The lady looked back, a sly smile flashed in her eyes.

The maid named Lan'er had no choice but to trot to catch up, muttering to herself: What's so beautiful about this red flower? The young lady has seen all kinds of flowers, why is she craving for just one tonight?