Crown Jewels

Chapter 124 She Doesn't Change Her Purse?
Emotions are often the most moving!

At this moment, Gu Baozhu, who was forgotten by Sangsang, paused slightly.

When she met Song Yan, Fu Sinian and the others just now, the first thought that came to her mind was not to be discovered by others!

But at this moment, Gu Baozhu suddenly came back to his senses.
I actually saw it, Song Yan!He came to Pingkangfang!
What kind of place is this? As a scholar of Huangu Academy, he studies the way of saints all day long.

He has a face!Come to this kind of place!
The inexplicable Gu Baozhu thought of the meaningful and disdainful words Sangsang made when she was in the carriage today when she commented on men in the world.

At this moment, the young man holding a folding fan under the lamplight, the corners of his lips are slightly raised, and his alienation is even more obvious.

At this moment, Gu Baozhu seemed to hear someone calling her.

He and Sangsang had an agreement before they came, and her alias in Pingkangfang would be Mr. Zhu from now on.

Gu Baozhu regained consciousness subconsciously, turned to look forward but did not see Sangsang's shadow.

The folding fan in her hand hadn't started shaking again, but it just happened to catch up with the children's lighting.

The splendor of the fireworks and the blush lights complement each other.

Yang Wu looked down, and from the corner of his eye, he saw the sparkling fireworks in Sangsang's eyes.

Inexplicably, a certain idea that had been stuck in my mind for decades suddenly seemed to take root and blossom like encountering running water.

The deep and steady voice rang in Sangsang's ears again.

This steady voice, if it wasn't for the straightforward content of the words, it would be difficult to detect the fluctuations in Yang Wu's tone and emotions.

"My lord, Yang Wu, military officer in Beijing, can I ask you to walk over to the Water Pavilion in the atrium?"

Sangsang suppressed the surprise in her heart, her eyes followed the firm chin of the man in front of her, across the ferocious scar, and met Yang Wuxuan's nose and lightning-like eyes.

After a long while, Sangsang smiled with her lips open, and the cinnabar mole between her eyebrows became more red, and she behaved like a kind person.

"Your Majesty Yang is very polite, it's my honor——"

The lights faded away, and under the bright fireworks, two playful children were bickering and arguing.

From the soft and waxy female voice, came the anger of the little doll.

"Who told you to come to my side—"

"The fireworks in this area of ​​the atrium are contracted by me, you go over there, don't bother me—"

Gu Baozhu felt something in his heart and subconsciously lowered his eyes, and his eyes were on the girl with a childlike voice just now.

The child combed his bun and was staring at the boy who naughtyly broke into his territory, swearing his sovereignty.

Gu Baozhu was slightly stunned, and thought of something in a daze, the corners of her lips curled up slightly,
The folding fan in her hand opened with a click, and she moved her gaze up to look at the fireworks above her head again, but her gaze was in the fireworks in the distance, and she suddenly met the man's eyes again.

Song Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the young man opposite, feeling a little strange.

The young man on the opposite side raised his brows and eyes lightly with a folding fan in his hand, with an indescribable charm.

It happened that Fu Sinian beside him looked at him, and then looked in the direction of Gu Baozhu.

Under the dim light, the young man's eyebrows and eyes were immersed in it, and he frowned, and simply patted the shoulder of the good brother beside him.

"hiss--"

"Why do I always feel that the boy on the opposite side looks familiar, but I don't feel this way when I look closely, it's really a hell!"

Fu Sinian's nonsense words may not have been understood by himself, but it happened to remind Song Yan.

That's right, that's exactly what it feels like!

I feel that he is somewhat familiar, but upon closer inspection, the facial features and jaw are not right at all.

clatter--

There was the sound of the folding fan opening and closing, and the boy on the other side was not happy to close the folding fan.

Realizing that he had caused displeasure by staring at someone for too long, Song Yan prepared to take his gaze away.

But when Song Yan's gaze slipped down and he unconsciously glanced at the purse hanging on the young man's waist, his gaze suddenly narrowed slightly, and his body subconsciously tensed up.

He finally understood what happened to the unconscious familiarity before.

Seeing the boy opposite, he turned around and left, Song Yan ignored Fu Sinian beside him.

With one stride of his long legs, he ran behind the young man in twos and threes, before he realized it.

Song Yan lowered his voice and whispered with a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"Gu Baozhu—"

Footsteps came, and the young man whispered her name breathlessly.

The breeze in September is buoyant, and the cool water vapor from the lake not far away can be heard.

Song Yan was the same as usual, calling Nanping Princess by first and last name,
Gu Baozhu retracted the hand holding the folding fan, but did not stop walking.

Even the frequency of his steps was still the same as that of a leisurely and undisciplined young man from a family.

From Song Yan's point of view, there is nothing strange about it.

Song Yan's eyebrows condensed slightly, staring at the young man's back, trying to find out something.

The boy walked further and further away, and just as the folding fan boy was about to go away, Song Yan still did not give up, calling loudly from behind.

"This young man stays behind—"

At this moment, Gu Baozhu finally stopped, and he turned around to look at Song Yanshi behind him, his eyes filled with unbearable impatience.

At the same time, she lowered her eyebrows and looked at Song Yan from top to bottom.

As if the two met for the first time, she looked like this, with a bit of scrutiny that belonged only to the children of the aristocratic family, and it was hard to match her appearance.

The folding fan boy on the opposite side didn't say a word!

But the sudden closing of the folding fan and the uncontrollable displeasure in her eyes had already fully expressed her emotions at this time.

Seeing this, Song Yan pursed her lips, but just happened to see the boy on the other side rolling his eyes at her.

She was so blatant, and she didn't mean to avoid him.

Song Yan gritted his teeth, took two steps forward, and said softly.

"Gu Baozhu, you don't have to pretend anymore!"

"Why did you come to Pingkangfang?"

Seeing the folding fan boy facing him, he only frowned, without any intention of admitting it.

Song Yan didn't want to delay either, he glanced directly at the familiar pouch on Gu Baozhu's waist, and when he looked at the young man opposite, his eyes were full of certainty of victory.

"Your purse is in the shape of a vase, with hemp rope knots, a jade pendant, and three mallard ducks embroidered on it!
This was a small detail that Song Yan discovered when Liangyidian was looking for an antidote for Gu Baozhu, and he has kept it in his heart ever since.

Song Yan said with certainty, his eyes fell on Gu Baozhu's purse, but he only glanced at it, but the corners of his lips stiffened slightly.

At this moment, the pouch on the young man's waist is indeed in the shape of a vase with a hemp rope knot!

However, the three mallards that were supposed to be embroidered on it turned into smaller red-billed mandarin ducks that appeared in pairs!
And when I said such harsh words before, it was still in front of a stranger...

The corners of Gu Baozhu's lips held a bit of playfulness, and he secretly scoffed in his heart.

It's true that she doesn't change her purse for eight lifetimes, right?chirp——

Afraid that Song Yan would really see some clues, Gu Baozhu didn't want to break up with him here.

The young man lightly tapped the folding fan in his hand, his eyelids half drooped out of his folds, and he looked at Song Yan with vigilance and displeasure.

His demeanor was that of a child from an aristocratic family who would look down on someone with a suppressed look in his eyes when they took the initiative to stick to the door.

Such a hard-to-handle look in the eyes was actually learned by her to the fullest at this moment.

Then, the boy stabbed Song Yan's chest with the folding fan in his hand, pushing him half an inch away from him.

Only then did Gu Baozhu raise his eyes reluctantly, and looked at Song Yan in front of him.

"I say--"

"You see that my son is either rich or noble, so you go forward and try to get close. You are really not popular."

"The rules of Pingkangfang, don't disturb the distinguished guests at will!"

"and--"

As Gu Baozhu said, he looked at Fan Songyan from top to bottom again, and the meaning of the scrutiny was inexplicably unpleasant.

"I'm not interested in your business..."

As she spoke, she took off the purse at her waist, played with it in her hand for a moment, and casually threw it to Song Yan who was opposite.

The young man didn't blink, and raised his lips indifferently.

(End of this chapter)