Grandmother Jia hurried ashore, climbed the Yunbu stone steps, and entered Wu Hengyuan together, only to feel the strange fragrance. The colder and greener those strange herbs and vines are,

They are all real, like coral bean, tired and lovely. Entering the house is like a snow cave, and there is nothing to play. There is only one clay pot on the case, containing several chrysanthemums.

There are also two books, teacups. There are only blue curtains hanging on the bed.

The mattress is also very simple.

Tanchun room:

Xifeng and others came to the tanchun room,

I saw his pussy joking. Tanchun is always cheerful and spacious, and these three rooms have never been separated. There is a large box of rosewood marble in the local area, which is decorated with various celebrity calligraphy stickers, dozens of precious inkstones and various pen holders.

A pen in a pen sea is like a forest. On the other side is a big Ru kiln flower bag, and a crystal ball is filled with a bag of white chrysanthemums.

In the middle of the Western Wall hangs a large Xiangyang Mi << misty rain map >> and a pair of couplets, which is Yan ink, and its word cloud:

There is a big tripod in the case, which is Yan Xia's idle career. On the left rosewood shelf stood a large plate of grand view kiln with dozens of exquisite bergamot.

There is a white jade chime hanging on the right side of the foreign lacquer shelf, and there is a small hammer next to it.