Crown Jewels

Chapter 125

"This purse, oh, what a coincidence!"

"Sister Sangsang saw that my young master is tender, so she deliberately stuffed it into my hand."

"If you like it, you can take it as you like."

As he said that, the folding fan boy threw it out casually like he was throwing out trash.

Song Yan frowned, staring at the young man with a hanging face opposite him from the beginning to the end.

What do you do?which way?

Suddenly, a light flashed in Song Yan's mind.

He once heard that there are not only Nanqu's flower girls in Pingkangfang, but also a small hall specially opened to meet the requirements of some high-ranking officials and dignitaries!

Could it be that she thought she found her because of this meaning?
Because of this, Song Yan devised such a lame excuse to meet and get married?joke!
Song Yan frowned even deeper, but he never spoke.

Seeing that the boy across from him really unloaded his wallet and threw it to himself casually, his indifference made Song Yan a little bit shaken, but he still didn't give up and took it, ignoring the sarcasm of the boy with a folding fan opposite him. Sarcastic.

With the appearance of the folding fan boy, Song Yan was not polite, and directly untied the purse embroidered with red-billed mandarin ducks.

As Gu Baozhu is the princess of Nanping, most of the purses, clothing and jewelry are specially sewn by the embroiderer of the palace, or the long-lost double-sided embroidery method, and there are various unknown small medicine bags and nail-sized porcelain bottles inside.

However, Song Yan unwrapped the purse, and the situation inside made his eyelids twitch.

There are three or five taels of silver and a simple woman's embroidered handkerchief inside. The embroidered handkerchief is embroidered with colorful butterflies, and the word "Sangsang" is secretly sewn with white thread at the corner.

Not only that, but when Song Yan opened the inner lining, although the moldings inside were dense, they looked a bit messy.

It is not the double-sided embroidery that can be used as the princess of Nanping at all!

Gu Baozhu stood beside him, shaking his fan for a long time.

When she raised her head towards Song Yan, she had an embarrassing expression, but her lips curled up provocatively.

The fan made of bamboo bone patted the palm of the hand, accompanied by the young man's unscrupulous and arrogant voice.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Gu Baozhu finally expressed the most sincere thoughts in his heart.

"Pingkangfang is not a place where all idlers can come in—"

"If you are blind and can't find the door, don't expect me to be kind enough to show you the way."

"It's better..." The folding fan boy shook his head and chuckled, "It's better to leave earlier!"

After Gu Baozhu finished speaking, he walked away without looking at him, as if he didn't pay attention to Song Yan.

Seeing the direction in which the folding fan boy left in a blink of an eye, Song Yan frowned with a thoughtful expression.

Coincidentally at this time, Fu Sinian, who had been thrown away, found the organization again, patted Song Yan on the back and said that he was not righteous.

"Hey, where do you think it is over there?"

Fu Sinian groaned, and when he realized it, he looked in the direction of Song Yan's finger.

Nanqu looked back at the somewhat remote courtyard, which was far less lively than the atrium of Pingkangfang.

But at this time, there were also a few men in robes walking in that direction.

There was a plaque hanging on the pavilion in the courtyard, Fu Sinian squinted his eyes, and finally managed to see clearly the word "nongzhu" on it.

When Fu Sinian came back to his senses, he looked at Song Yan with a strange look.

"I say! Are you all right?"

"Do you want to go there?"

After talking for a long time, Fu Sinian didn't say exactly where that place was, Song Yan urged impatiently.

"Stop talking nonsense, where is that?"

"Tsk—"

"Tsk—"

"Didn't I mention it to you before?" Fu Sinian muttered.

"Pingkangfang also serves the special hobbies of some of the dignitaries, but this kind of thing can't be used in the end."

"Nongzhu, Nongzhu, just listen to the name, and you will know that you can't hold back any good birds."

Seeing that his good brother looked at him more and more impatiently, Fu Sinian couldn't sell it, so he had to speak directly.

"Small waitress!"

"Let's not talk about men, even a noble lady can pick a few Lele if she likes one."

"Moreover, Pingkangfang has always been strict about the confidentiality of information, and has never leaked it..."

Song Yanmeifeng subconsciously frowned, and muttered.

"Didn't he say it badly? Where and what are you going to do?"

"Hey... where are you going?"

Before Fu Sinian could finish his words, Song Yan stepped forward and walked in one direction, throwing him away.

Fortunately, Fu Sinian watched coldly, Song Yan never went in the direction of the bamboo.

Helplessly shaking his head and laughing, Fu Sinian raised his eyebrows when he approached Song Yan but turned back suddenly.

Song Yan didn't talk nonsense to him, but raised his eyelids and said something casually.

"Don't just wait here, you're like a door god, Vice-Lieutenant Yang probably won't be able to come back."

"This is Pingkangfang. Look over the atrium where you can eat, drink and play. Let me treat you today."

Sure enough, Fu Sinian's eyes brightened before Song Yan said the word treat.

"Come on—"

As if he was afraid of Song Yan's repentance, Fu Sinian turned around and agreed, and walked towards the most bustling place in front of Pingkang Fang.

Seeing Fu Sinian's figure go away, Song Yan no longer had any scruples.

He looked down at the purse in his hand, and clenched it tightly in his hand.

Afterwards, with long legs, he stepped quickly and walked in the direction that Gu Baozhu left just now.

The water of the lake is rippling, and there are cruise ships swaying gently.

Without waiting for Sangsang, Gu Baozhu simply followed the route in memory.

She crossed Nongzhuju, crossed a long waterside pavilion, and was about to board a boat on the lake bank.

In this way, she made a small detour and could return to the garden where Pingkang Fang collected information when she came here.

Nongzhuxiu is remote, and there are very few people coming and going.

At first, Gu Baozhu walked more at ease, but when he passed through the water pavilion, he felt something was wrong.

She always has a feeling that someone is following her.

The footsteps of the folding fan boy stagnated slightly, but because of this, the lights were dim and no one noticed.

Gu Baozhu clutched the hem of her skirt, and her steps became faster.

But the more this is the case, the pace of the people behind him is obviously a little faster.

Glancing at the corner in front of his eyes, Gu Baozhu's figure flickered, and he disappeared into the shadows.

Then, the sound of footsteps became more and more obvious, revealing the figure of the stalker.

Song Yan stopped at the corner, looking for the figure that suddenly disappeared.

However, he only raised his eyes casually to look around, but suddenly felt the hard touch of a hand covering his back.

He has always been alert, before the hand touched his back, he quickly turned around and held it back.

However, after Song Yan turned around, he realized that it was not someone's hand.

It was the young man in front of him... the folding fan dangling in his hand.

"You are sick—"

"Follow me what to do?"

Gu Baozhu's eyes were filled with unkindness, so naturally he didn't have many good things to say.

Song Yan raised his eyebrows, and only took out the purse thrown by Gu Baozhu from his sleeve, and shook it in front of her eyes.

At the same time, Song Yan shifted his steps by half an inch, so that the young man's eyebrows and eyes were completely exposed in the bright moonlight.

Gu Baozhu stared at Song Yan with suspicion in his eyes.

She didn't believe that Song Yan deliberately followed her, really because of such a purse?

Glancing at Song Yan's slender index finger, wearing a knotted purse, the folding fan boy only raised his eyebrows, but resistance and reluctance were written all over his body.

Song Yan, who had humiliated herself for a long time, didn't care about her attitude at all.

Under the moonlight, Song Yanqi's eyes shone like cold stars.

His gaze was like lightning, brushing over the young man's delicate jaw like a scrutiny, and his gaze moved up to the earlobe covered by the broken hair.

The moonlight was just right, soft and bright.

The light of the bright moon in the sky sprinkled on the ears of the folding fan boy.

The tiny fluff trembled in the cool wind, just revealing her last little spot...

(End of this chapter)