After being tortured and died tragically, her legitimate daughter came back strong

Qu Songfei arranged for manpower to guard near the Peony Tower.

If Jiang Wanwan comes out, they will find out immediately.

The next day, early in the morning.

Jiang Wanwan was eating breakfast slowly. Honglian came back from outside and said to her: "Master, there are a few more people watching outside."

Jiang Wanwan took a mouthful of porridge and said slowly:

"There are three more places at the door, a flower seller, a bun seller, and a beggar on the street corner."

Honglian asked in surprise: "Miss, you are so powerful."

Jiang Wanwan smiled slightly, it was easy to see, it wasn't anything serious.

Honglian continued: "Miss, since when have you studied incense?"

Memories of past lives flashed through Jiang Wanwan's mind.

Originally, Miao Jiang's seductive incense was just a spice for her daughter's home.

The Xiling Kingdom used the modified incense to confuse the ministers of the Dongling Kingdom and got a lot of information.

Many generals in Rong Xi's army were also brainwashed by Guohunxiang and committed treasonous acts.

She wanted to see what was so strange about this incense.

Jiang Wanwan heard footsteps outside the door, and Honglian opened the door to check.

"Miss, shopkeeper Zhang is here."

Jiang Wanwan stood up and walked towards the door.

Zhang Lanxiang smiled and greeted Jiang Wanwan, then led Jiang Wanwan towards the door.

Jiang Wanwan followed Zhang Lanxiang to the backyard of Xianghua Pavilion.

In the backyard, there are many women who are developing various spices.

Jiang Wanwan curiously walked up to check out the spices.

Agarwood, incense, sandalwood, frankincense, borneol, agarwood, musk, clove, borneol...

There are many spices. A rough estimate is that there are more than a hundred spices.

There are also various kinds of dried insects, which should be added to the spices they make.

There are many small rooms in the backyard, and there are beating sounds inside.

Jiang Wanwan looked carefully and realized that these people were breaking the spices. Zhang Lanxiang led Jiang Wanwan to a room.

Standing in the room was a middle-aged man with a beard.

"Mr. Jiang, this is my father Zhang Dali. The incense in the Xianghua Pavilion is all made by my father."

Jiang Wanwan raised her hands and said hello: "Uncle Zhang."

Zhang Dali looked at Jiang Wanwan and said with a smile:

"Master Jiang is truly a talented person."

Jiang Wanwan said politely: "Uncle Zhang is so polite."

Zhang Dali said to Jiang Wanwan:

"Mr. Jiang, the spices are ready. You can start at any time."

Jiang Wanwan took a look and found that in addition to the usual spices, there were many bottles and jars on the table.

The names of various flowers are written on the bottles.

Jiang Wanwan said to Zhang Dali, "I'm sorry to bother you, Uncle Zhang."

Zhang Dali asked: "Mr. Jiang, we can start."

After speaking, Zhang Dali personally showed Jiang Wanwan how to make the incense.

Zhang Dali opened a bottle with peonies written on it, and the aroma of peonies filled the room.

Jiang Wanwan felt that the aroma of peonies was very strong.

She asked curiously: "What is this and why does the fragrance last so long?"

Zhang Dali explained: "It is peony flower liquid. It takes one hundred kilograms of peonies to extract this small bottle of peony flower liquid. The fragrance of peony flower liquid will not fade for three days."

Jiang Wanwan nodded clearly, and Zhang Dali slowly added the spice powder on the table to the peony flower liquid in sequence.

Soon a peony-flavored incense with a special shape was ready.

Jiang Wanwan followed Zhang Dali's technique and made one.

It doesn’t look very good, but it’s done.

Zhang Dali praised: "Master Jiang has extremely high understanding!"