After Tangbao finished speaking, he lit the tail feathers of the phoenix hairpin little by little with his little hands.
Kyuubi!
Even if she loses one or two tail feathers, there's no telling if she will be able to marry a prince or something in the future.
But, Kyuubi?
Who will she marry?
Sugar baby suffers greatly and has deep hatred.
Xuanyuan Jin's mouth twitched after hearing Tangbao's words.
After a long while, you said quietly: "Who do you want to marry?"
Tang Bao raised his head in surprise.
Is it a question of who do I want to marry?
The question is who dares to marry me!
Xuanyuan Jin pursed his lips, took the phoenix hairpin from Tangbao's hand, and touched it on Tangbao's head.
The little girl hasn't grown yet, and this phoenix hairpin is thick and luxurious, making the little girl's face look smaller and smaller.
Tangbao quickly stepped aside and said in shock: "Brother!"
This is no joke.
The little brother put the phoenix hairpin on his head to measure it. Was it because he thought his neck was too thick and could be cut with a knife?
Or do you feel that your head is too strong to fall off?
If people see this...
Tangbao quickly looked around carefully, but fortunately there was no one around.
Xuanyuan Jin raised his eyebrows and said, "What are you afraid of? Since Grandma Huang took out this Phoenix Hairpin, she just wants to give it to you."
Sugar baby: "..."
You are so confident.
Xuanyuan Jin seemed to see what Tang Bao meant, and asked again: "Is it possible that apart from you, who among the people participating in the pot throwing today is worthy of this phoenix hairpin?"
When Xuanyuan Jin spoke, there was a hint of disdain in his expression, and his tone was casual and arrogant.
Tangbao looked at Xuanyuan Jin speechlessly.
Well, she should know that in her little brother's eyes, no one in the world is better than herself.
Thinking of this, Tangbao felt happy.
However, the little brother is getting more and more impressive.
Just like the male protagonist in a novel.
Tangbao blinked his big black and white eyes and looked up at the setting sun staining Xuanyuan Jin's eyes, which was quiet and beautiful.
Alas! It’s really a beautiful face that brings disaster to the country and the people.
Sugar Baby sighed in his heart.
Xuanyuan Jin lowered his head and looked at the little girl looking at him with bright eyes. Her long eyelashes were like dark golden wings, fluttering and sultry...
Zheng Suxin walked with a depressed look on her face.
When I looked up, I happened to see two people not far away.
In the distant mountains, the setting sun, the slender man looked down at the girl in front of him, like a slowly unfolding picture...
Zheng Suxin's eyes stung.
Zhang Cheng and Zhao Wu looked at each other, at Xuanyuan Hui and Tang Bao, and then at Zheng Suxin.
Immediately, they coughed lightly and pretended to be nonchalant, blocking Zheng Suxin's sight.
Zheng Suxin bit her lip, with a trace of frustration on her face, and stomped away.
Xuanyuan Jin calmly turned his head and glanced at the direction Zheng Suxin left.
Tangbao followed Xuanyuan Jin's gaze, but only saw the backs of Zhang Cheng and Zhao Wu.
"What's wrong, brother?" Sugar Baby asked.
"It's nothing." Xuanyuan Jin said: "You should put this hairpin away first. If you like it and want to wear it, in the future..."
"No, no, no!" Tangbao waved his hands repeatedly before Xuanyuan Jin finished speaking.
She definitely doesn't want to wear it.
"Brother, trouble comes from your mouth!" Tangbao said seriously: "This kind of thing is only suitable for offering! When I get back, I will put it together with the few imperial edicts at home, burn incense and worship from time to time, and keep it for today.
family heirloom!"
Her father has decided to move the tombs of her grandparents to Daliushu Village.
The emperor's uncle also promised to give his family an imperial plaque and send someone to Daliushu Village in the future.
In this way, my family can be regarded as establishing another ancestral hall in Daliushu Village.
There are too few memorial tablets for ancestors in the ancestral hall, so it is inevitably deserted.
Then use the imperial edict and this phoenix hairpin to supplement it.
In short, they are all things that honor our ancestors.
My own grandfather would definitely be happy watching it.
Tangbao quickly put everything together in his mind.
Anyway, you can't take this hairpin back, you can't wear it, you can't give it away, you can only offer it properly.
When Xuanyuan Jin saw Tangbao's cautious look, he felt a little jealous that iron could not turn into steel.
"Come out! You dared to hold the phoenix seal back then. How could a phoenix hairpin scare you like this?"
When the sugar baby heard this, he immediately defended himself.
"I kept the phoenix seal to give to my beautiful aunt, but it's just for temporary storage." Tangbao said plausibly.
Moreover, there are only a few people who know that she has the Phoenix Seal in her hand, and they are all close people.
This phoenix hairpin is different. It takes only a few days to spread throughout the capital.
Xuanyuan Jin fell silent after hearing Tang Bao's words.
The lip lines were tight, the eyes were dark, and there was a sense of loss between the brows.
Tangbao immediately noticed something was wrong with Xuanyuan Jin.
"Brother?" Tangbao looked at Xuanyuan Jin, his big eyes full of worry.
Sugar baby doesn't quite understand, what's wrong with little brother?
Suddenly he turned into a melancholy little prince.
Xuanyuan Jin looked at Tangbao, his tight lip lines slowly loosened, and he uttered words as cold as broken jade.
"In your mother's heart...does she really care about my son?"
The words that had been pressing in my heart for a whole day were finally spoken out in the little girl's clear eyes.
Upon hearing this, the sugar baby understood the crux of the matter and immediately transformed into a sweet little sweetheart.
"That's for sure!" Tangbao nodded heavily and said, "If Aunt Beauty didn't care about you, why would she have gone to Daliushu Village to see you in the first place? Even though she doesn't see you now, she still thinks about your future, brother.
You are so smart, can't you guess the good intentions of your beautiful aunt?"
If you say you can't guess, I will despise your IQ.
After Tangbao finished speaking, he gave Xuanyuan Jin such a look.
However, the silence between Xuanyuan Jin's brows not only did not disappear, but instead added a new hint of vulnerability.
"In that case, why did she..."
Why should he be charged with practicing witchcraft and causing trouble in the palace?
Xuanyuan Jin opened his mouth to say this, but did not say it in the end.
When Tangbao saw that Xuanyuan Jin refused to tell him, he guessed that there might be something else going on.
Alas! This poor baby!
So, after thinking about it, he said in a soft voice: "Brother, eyes can't deceive others. When Aunt Beauty looks at you, her eyes are full of maternal love. No matter what Aunt Beauty does, she must be there for you."
difficulties and principles.”
"So, we can try to understand and unravel, but we cannot embarrass or force it."
When the sugar baby said this, he paused and then said: "What's more, I don't think the beautiful aunt doesn't care about you, she is punishing herself."
Xuanyuan Jin was shocked.
Immediately, a pair of phoenix eyes became dark and obscure, as if they were immersed in thick ink, rotating layer by layer.
Soon, the layers of ink seemed to be immersed in the bottomless seabed, leaving only the shimmering waves with a soul-stirring light.
"You're right." Xuanyuan Jin reached out and touched the sugar baby's head.
As a son, he should bear the burden for his mother, instead of asking for it, doubting and resenting her because of his identity.
Since no one told him, he went to check it out himself.
That long-ago night appeared in Xuanyuan Jin's mind.
It seems that he is going to visit his aunt!
There are some things that the queen mother refuses to say, but the aunt may not be unaware of them.
There was a hint of fortitude in Xuanyuan Jin's expression.
The original fragility disappeared without a trace.
The whole person stood under the setting sun, like a sword that had been unsheathed, no longer covering up the sharp and dazzling brilliance.