As Old Mrs. Xia mentioned, this year's winter arrived earlier than in previous years.
Just entering November, a grand snow had already fallen, prompting the blossoms of a tree of winter plum.
The underground fire dragon in Anhua Courtyard was set ablaze, making day-to-day life still feel not too cold.
Jin Rui helped Du Yunluo tidy up, and just saw Jin Ling bringing in a few winter plum branches.
"Just cut from the garden, miss, have a smell." Jin Ling smilingly brought the flower branches in front of Du Yunluo.
The fresh floral scent was invigorating, and Du Yunluo liked it very much, asking Jin Ling to put them in a vase, placing them in the East Wing.
Jin Rui glanced at Jin Ling and, with a smile, said to Du Yunluo, "Miss likes these winter plums, shall I draw some plum flower patterns? Embroidering them on handkerchiefs would also look nice."
