Chapter 641： This flower tin is called Huo Tan

In the evening, Wanyin took Gu Nuoer back to the palace.

Concubine Qiao has returned.

In the afternoon, she went to walk around with Yi Fei and Lan Fei.

Gu Nuo'er held a few bright red fruits in her small hands.

Each is about the size of a thumb, with extremely red skin and plump flesh.

"Mother~ Brother Siming picked it from the forest. Nuo'er has eaten a lot. Bring these back and give them to you and dad to taste."

The little man obediently held it in front of Concubine Qiao.

Concubine Qiao smiled gently and picked up Gu Nuoer.

"Nuoer is really good, and she knows how to share it with her mother and father."

Gu Nuo'er raised her head, and a pair of Wu Lingling's big eyes glowed.

"Of course, there are good things in the nest, and I want to give them to my father and mother!"

She held a red fruit in her white and tender little hand and put it into Concubine Qiao's mouth.

The mother and daughter smiled sweetly.

Wan Yin was beside her, her head lowered, and she listened silently.

The imperial concubine didn't know yet that the golden ephemera that the emperor was going to give her has been destroyed!

"Mother~" The little guy rubbed into his mother's arms, raised his head, and looked at Concubine Qiao with a sweet smile with big shining eyes.

"There is a good thing in the nest. I want to give it to you. However, my mother has to promise Nuobao and not be angry."

Concubine Qiao pursed her red lips and smiled softly: "Why am I still angry when you give something to my mother?"

"Well... it's a long story, mother will know just by looking at it!"

Gu Nuo'er turned her head and called Wanyin: "Sister Wanyin, go and bring in our dried small dishes."

Euphemism says yes.

After a while, she came in, holding a small porcelain plate the size of a palm.

Concubine Qiao glanced at it, and there was a purple-red paste inside, not knowing what it was.

Gu Nuo'er brought it over, and asked Wan Yin to get a clean slender brush.

"Mother, it's okay, don't be angry! Noble is about to start painting."

The little man took a brush and dipped a little water, then took the color in the small dish, and planned to apply makeup to Qiao Guifei!

Wan Yin and Wan Xuan looked at each other.

The imperial concubine loves beauty the most, and also pays great attention to image.

The little princess's paintings are probably not satisfactory.

But Concubine Qiao Gui was very happy, and closed her eyes with her daughter in her arms: "Okay, my mother would like to see what Nuobao is going to paint."

Gu Nuo'er carefully held the brush with her small hand, and slowly decorated it between Concubine Qiao's eyebrows.

Concubine Qiao closed her eyes, not knowing what the little guy drew.

Only Wan Yin and Wan Xuan could hear an occasional exclamation—

"it's beautiful."

After a while, the little man said: "Okay! Sister Wanxuan, bring a small bronze mirror!"

Concubine Qiao opened her eyes and looked at the mirror.

On the face of the dazzling beauty, there is a small flower tin between a pair of distant mountains and eyebrows!

The color of the flower tin is purplish red, adding a touch of charm and tenderness to Concubine Qiao's already delicate facial features.

The three petals are full of lines drawn by the little guy's painting skills.

Stacked together, like a small flower waiting to be placed.

Concubine Qiao Gui thought that Gu Nuo'er was young, and the so-called painting was just free play, so I'm afraid it wouldn't look good.

But now that she looked at it again, she didn't have a feeling of innocence.

"It's so special, Nuo'er is awesome, my mother likes it very much."

Gu Nuo'er raised her chin proudly: "Mother, this painting by Nuo'er has a name, Huo Tan!"

When Concubine Qiao heard this, she covered her lips and smiled and said, "It's such a coincidence? In the garden of the palace, there is a thousand golden flowers with this name."

Gu Nuo'er scratched her pink and tender face embarrassedly: "Hehe, because... Nuobao used the flower juice of the Huotan to make this little dish of rouge."