Su Zhi's heart trembled slightly, and there was a hint of indescribable uneasiness. He glanced at the afterglow and peeked at her. Her calm face was as indifferent as a picture of ink and water. He suddenly felt afraid that one day, he would become the "let go" she said.

Mei Zihan looked at her, and her eyes seemed to melt as ice and snow, and a slight shock flashed.

At that moment, he vaguely understood the woman. When she burned the incense, she merged her love into the incense, and her soul had already coexisted with the incense.

In addition to having the talent to be sensitive to fragrance, she also has a feeling that she may not even explain clearly, which eventually allows her to find the true meaning she wants in that fragrant, distant, and difficult to touch vast world. He thought that she was really the one who understands fragrance and understands the essence of fragrance.

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Qi Miao and Feng Qiwu on the Nanguan Platform were also very shocked. The phoenixes and birds on the furnace wall seemed to be alive, flying in the clouds and fog, and their minds drifted into the fairyland. They were really bathing in the fragrance, and they were also interested, and had a great mood.

"There is something wrong with the fragrance of the little girl..." Qi Miao frowned and looked at Youmeng from a distance, "It seems to have a hallucination effect?"

Qi Wu said in a flash: "It shouldn't be that senior incense master Chen Yunqing was sitting there. Who dared to use such a trick in public?"

Qi Miao said: "I don't think it's like it either, but how should I explain that fantasy?"

Qi Wuchen looked down: "I think the princess did nothing, she might have such a talent that we outsiders cannot understand."

He looked at Youmeng with a serious look, with a gentle luster. For some reason, when he saw the golden-feathered phoenix in the fragrance realm, protecting Wushan for the sake of the goddess, and not willing to fight for the fire, he was deeply throbbing, as if he had a kind of resonance with empathy.

In fact, except for agarwood as the king, her "Ming Shuye Warm Fragrance" has nothing amazing in the formula ingredients. It's just that this love and this state are touching the softest corner of the human heart.

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Only when the prosperity fades and the years wither, the deep love that is deeply rooted in the bones can be clearly seen.

Chen Yunqing stopped talking. He deeply felt that the "goddess" formed by this incense burner was agile and noble, simple and unpretentious, wonderful, profound and approachable, illusory and real and reputable. Her fragrance was so flawless that it was indescribable.

He couldn't help but signal the incense to send the incense burner back to his hand. There was only a little lingering fragrance left. He wanted to keep it tightly. He felt that the most rare and wonderful incense in the world was being held in his hand by him. When he was quietly savoring the incense, his original imagination and preconceived feeling collapsed and collapsed in an instant.

At this moment, my mind is pure and quiet, and the fragrance must be preserved. The silence and silence are refreshing.

But people in the world think of the love of a goddess, which has been winding for thousands of years. It is no longer possible to know when it started.

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"What was that just now?" The eldest princess Youxian recovered her consciousness and couldn't figure it out, "Is it an illusion?"

But those pictures are so realistic that every flower and leaf of Wushan is within reach, and you can even feel the coolness of clouds and mists on your face.

"It's the fragrance realm." Light appeared in Gui Yuan Bingxue's pupils.
Chapter completed!