Xin Wujiang gently inserted the hairpin into Lan Shuang's satin-like bun. His hands were shaking a little, afraid of pulling her hair. "Does it hurt?"
He asked quietly, looking very nervous.
Lan Shuang wanted to laugh even more. This great general could hold a sword on the battlefield without shaking his hands, but he was hesitant to put a hairpin on her. It was obvious that he was really scared.
From this we can see that he really pities her and cares about her.
The iceberg is almost melted.
Lan Shuang couldn't help but think.
"It doesn't hurt. Is it inserted?" She raised her hand to touch it, but happened to touch Xin Wujiang's hand, which had not yet been withdrawn. They were both stunned. Their eyes met, and Xin Wujiang's eyes darkened slightly. "Sorry, I didn't mean to."
Lan Shuang let go of his hand, stroked the hairpin and smiled: "It's okay, it's inserted very well."
After hearing her say this, Xin Wujiang felt relieved. It was the first time that he observed the sober Lan Shuang so carefully and closely. He had to admit that she was really beautiful, more beautiful than all the women he had ever seen combined. She always gave him an indescribable sense of familiarity, which made him feel soft-hearted whenever he faced her.
Is this my fate?
Xin Wujiang pondered to himself.
"General, would you like to come in and sit down? Have a cup of tea before you leave. I see you're sweating."
Xin Wujiang galloped all the way out of the Imperial Master's Mansion and worked up a sweat.
He hadn't noticed it just now, but now that Lan Shuang pointed it out, he felt the heat. However, after hesitating for a moment, he shook his head and said, "Forget it. We haven't officially made an engagement yet. I can't go into your room in broad daylight. I'm leaving."
He glanced at the box in Lan Shuang's hand and the hairpin on her head, hesitated for a moment and said, "The hairpin is very beautiful."
Lan Shuang was stunned for a moment, and after watching him walk away, she couldn't help laughing out loud, "How awkward! Can't you just praise me for being pretty?"
She walked into the house with the empty box. After entering the house, she looked at herself in the bronze mirror. It was indeed very beautiful. The hairpin itself was very simple and elegant, and adding some gold did not look out of place. Instead, it looked more noble.
Lan Shuang looked around in the mirror, and 888 said, "Host, I can see that you really like this hairpin."
Lan Shuang chuckled and did not deny it.
How could you not like something given by your loved one?
After looking for a while, Lan Shuang pulled out the hairpin, put it back into the brocade box, closed the lid, and put it away carefully.
"Now that the marriage is settled, I can finally put my mind at ease."
Lan Shuang quickly went over the next plan in her mind. She had done everything she could, and her marriage with Xin Wujiang should not go into any unexpected events. The most important thing next was to save the Imperial Master's life.
To achieve this, you must deal with the Fifth Prince.
If she rashly approached the Fifth Prince, it would definitely arouse suspicion. Instead, she could ask Xin Wujiang to pass on a message for her after the engagement was finalized.
Thinking of this, she immediately stood up, took a pen and paper, and wrote a letter. After it was dry, she put it in an envelope and hid it at the head of her bed, waiting for Xin Wujiang to give it to him next time.
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General Xin was happy to do anything, especially to get married.
After finalizing the agreement with the Imperial Master, he immediately went to find Lan Shuang, and after talking to Lan Shuang, he immediately ran home without stopping.
At this time, General Xin was standing in the corridor, worrying about the birds.
The emperor's health has not improved, and it is unknown how much longer he can last. If he does not hurry up and get married, the national mourning will occur, and the marriage will be delayed again. It is unknown what kind of accidents will arise.
Just then, Xin Wubian came back from somewhere, reeking of cosmetics. The old general took one look at him and turned away with disgust.
"I'm not asking you to be as ambitious as your elder brother. Just stay home and improve your reputation so I can find you a good match. If you keep going out and messing around with cats and dogs all day, your reputation will be ruined. What girl would marry you? Huh?"
Xin Wubian stood aside and took the scolding obediently, but couldn't help but retort: "Then why not just give up the daughter? It's not impossible to raise a live-in son-in-law."
"What did you say?!" The old general was so angry that his words were out of tune.
As if to die, Xin Wujiang who walked in heard these words. His sharp eyes immediately pierced Xin Wubian.
"I think you're just bloated because you ate too much. Just starve for the next two days."
"No, brother, I just said that casually. You can't do this to me. I am your biological brother. If you starve me to death, who will take care of you in your old age?
Xin Wujiang: “…”
The old general raised his leg and kicked Xin Wubian, kicking him off the stairs.
"Get away from me. I get upset when I see you."
Xin Wubian patted his footprints with a smile and walked to Xin Wujiang's side.
Then he discovered something, and circled around Xin Wujiang twice in amazement, stretching his neck, just like the big goose at the entrance of the village.
"Brother, why are you laughing? You actually laughed! Oh my god, did the sun rise from the west? Or did the rooster lay an egg?"
Xin Wujiang looked at him helplessly, then walked up to the old general and saluted him, "Dad, the three-day deadline has passed. I've thought it through."
The old general immediately became excited. "Tell me, which girl is this? Did she agree?"
Xin Wujiang said, "It's Lan Shuang, the Saintess of the Imperial Master's Mansion."
"Ah?" The old general and Xin Wubian shouted at the same time.
Then the father and son looked at each other in disbelief and turned to look at Xin Wujiang at the same time, suspecting that they were dreaming or that Xin Wujiang had not woken up yet.
Xin Wujiang repeated seriously, "My son wishes to marry Lan Shuang, the Saintess of the Imperial Master's Mansion."
"No, although I don't object to you marrying her, isn't her identity a bit special? Why did you suddenly have this idea? You didn't even know each other before."
The old general was puzzled.
Xin Wujiang explained, "Lan Shuang's identity is indeed somewhat special, but it is not without its advantages. At least the Imperial Preceptor is deeply trusted by His Majesty. If I marry the Imperial Preceptor's adopted daughter, it would be like planting a spy for His Majesty in the palace. His Majesty will surely be pleased to see this happen."
"That's true." According to this statement, there are indeed few people more suitable than Lan Shuang.
The old general scratched his hair and asked, "Do you like her?"
He took Xin Wujiang's hand and said earnestly, "We don't have to be so compromising. Marriage is not a joke. Your wife is going to spend her life with you. You can't be so careless. After you marry her, you must be responsible for her. You must trust her, cherish her, and protect her. If you don't have any feelings for her at all, how can you take on these responsibilities? If she doesn't love you, what will happen to your children in the future?"
"Yes, brother, we are not in such a hurry. We can still choose one more time." Xin Wubian did not agree very much. "How good can the daughter raised by that old witch, the Imperial Master, be?"
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