Xiao Nanhui almost ran all the way back to her yard. Fortunately, it was already daybreak, and groping for the way was much smoother than last night. She hid here and there along the way, and managed not to meet anyone head-on.
When she returned to the room, the first thing she did was to close the door and check the black robe she was wearing.
She didn't know what method the man used to tie the knot, but she couldn't untie the belt around her waist no matter how hard she tried. She didn't dare to tear it hard, and she couldn't find a place to start. She fiddled with it for a long time, but her fingers were sore, and she didn't make any progress at all.
What should she do? She couldn't possibly be asked to wear the emperor's clothes so ostentatiously to participate in the spring hunt, could she?
This burst of anger caused sweat to break out on her forehead again. She wanted to raise her hand to wipe it, but then she realized that her hair was still half loose.
The time for hunting was approaching, and Xiao Nanhui decided to solve his hair problem first.
It was all because the situation just now was too strange that she was defeated for no apparent reason and almost had to flee in panic, even forgetting to find the hairpin she used to pin her hair.
Counting it up, this was the second hairpin she had left in his hands.
Last time, the Internal Affairs Supervisor had compensated her with quite a bit of money. If the same could be said this time, wouldn't it be long before she could make a fortune by flexibly utilizing this method?
Piaopiaoran thought about it, and when he lifted his feet, the pair of shoes that had been soaked overnight cracked with a "crackling" sound, revealing a hole full of irony.
Xiao Nanhui threw his shoes aside in grief, then looked at the lonely boot covered in mud in the corner, and simply walked to the table barefoot.
The room she lived in was allocated according to her official rank. Perhaps because most of the officers in the service were men, there was not even a bronze mirror to reflect her appearance. She could only bring a copper basin for washing and use the reflection in it to fix her hair.
When she was little, she had a habit of losing things when she followed Xiao Zhun to the martial arts training ground. Most of the time, she would drop her hairpin without noticing. Du Juan saw this and taught her step by step how to fix her hair without a hairpin.
She did it very skillfully at that time, but when she grew up and no longer lost her hairpins, she didn't do it for a long time.
She still vaguely remembered the method, but her technique was a little out of place. When she stuffed the hair in here, it leaked out there. She had just combed the hair on one side, and a strand of hair fell out here.
Knock knock.
There was a knock on the door.
What you fear will come true.
Xiao Nanhui froze for a moment, quickly picked up the military hat beside him, stuffed his hair into it roughly, and walked quickly to open the door.
The person standing outside the door was Xiao Zhun.
The other person was carrying a large bag in his hand and spoke quickly when he saw her open the door.
"Dujuan asked me to bring some things for you. If you see them while packing this morning, bring them here..."
His voice paused.
Xiao Nanhui had just breathed a sigh of relief when he suddenly felt a lightness on his head. He reached out his hand to feel around and discovered that there were two extra "whiskers" on his head.
Perhaps she was too hasty in opening the door, and her already fragile hair was exposed again. Half of it remained in her official hat, and the other half fell out unrestrainedly, making her look worse than if her hair was completely disheveled.
Xiao Zhun stared at the strange head in front of him, and the owner of the head also froze in place for a moment.
One of them was inside the door, and the other was outside, and they were in a stalemate for a while.
Xiao Zhun's expression suddenly became a little strange, and he stretched out his fingers to pick up two strands of Xiao Nanhui's hair.
"Your hair..." He moved his eyes downwards and paused when he saw the black robe. "This robe..."
Xiao Nanhui quickly laughed dryly and pulled his two "beards" back from the other person's hands.
"I lost my hairpin last night when I was up at night. I thought I'd fix it myself, but I'm not very skilled and made a mistake."
Hearing Xiao Nanhui say this, Xiao Zhun seemed to remember something and picked up the big bag in his hand and shook it.
"This is the luggage Dujuan helped to prepare. Maybe there's a hairpin in it."
Xiao Nanhui stared at the huge bundle and could almost imagine Du Juan's momentum and determination when she filled it up.
Are you kidding? She came here on horseback, where would there be room for such a large bag? Besides, if she carried such a "gift" on horseback, she would be stared at by everyone in the Guangyao Camp.
She took a half step back unnoticed and waved politely.
"This, Sister Du Juan must have prepared it with great care, especially for my adoptive father. How can Nan Hui accept it?"
The other party persevered and took another half step forward, and the bag in his hand moved closer.
"I have ten more bags like this. This one won't make a difference."
Xiao Nanhui was dumbfounded.
After a while, she laughed out loud.
I originally thought that Du Juan only took "special care" of me, but I didn't expect that she did the same to Xiao Zhun.
When she thought about how Xiao Zhun had dragged and carried ten large bags of things when he came, she was really overjoyed.
She lowered her voice and said with a serious expression.
"Father, do you think this bag is incredibly heavy and much harder to wield than the 100-80 jin Qinglong Dao?"
Xiao Zhun's lips curled up, but his brows were filled with feigned sadness.
"As Nan Hui said, this is truly worrying. I wonder if there is any magic way to resolve this?"
Xiao Nanhui pondered for a moment.
"If there's a next time, please remember to tell me about our lack of money. Sister Dujuan might hold back a bit. But now..." She paused, then reached out to take the incredibly heavy bag. "Just consider it Nan Hui's sacrifice and the way he endured this."
Xiao Zhun smiled and pretended to salute.
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