Chapter 71 Was my hairpin a gift from the prince?
Hearing the stars fall, I looked around.
This place was originally a downstream plain, but because the surrounding areas were flooded, only this area was left where people could settle, so it looked like an isolated island.
There are still some houses on the island, which must be the village that Xie Guanlan evacuated recently.
The two found a relatively clean house.
All the valuables in the house were taken away, but a few clothes were left in the boxes.
Wen Xingluo had some small change with her. She placed a piece of silver beside the box, then picked up the clothes and handed them to Xie Guanlan.
She said, "It's a coarse linen shirt. I wonder if the prince is used to wearing it."
Xie Guanlan didn't say anything, took the clothes and went to change next door.
At night, it started raining heavily outside again.
Xie Guanlan built a fire.
When Wen Xingluo came over from the next room, he saw him setting up a bamboo pole and hanging their clothes, which had been soaked during the day, on it to dry.
His scarlet robe was so loose and long that one wondered what kind of tall and handsome man could be able to wear such a brightly colored robe.
And her turquoise chest-length skirt was right next to it.
The distance is surprisingly close.
She withdrew her gaze and placed the wine jar beside the fire. "I didn't find anything to eat, only this jar of wine. It's cold on a rainy night, you can use it to warm yourself."
She took out two bowls and filled them both.
Xie Guanlan was surprised, "Can you drink?"
"Yes." Wen Xingluo said softly, "Sweep away sorrows, Forget Worry-Lord... wine is a good thing."
Xie Guanlan took the wine bowl, paused, and said, "Drinking like this is rather boring. During the night drinks in the army, we often play a little trick. You and I will each ask the other a question, and we must answer truthfully. If you don't want to answer, you can punish yourself with a bowl of wine."
Wen Xingluo remembered what Xie Guanlan said when they were at the river bank during the day.
He had a question and wanted to know the answer from her.
Wen Xingluo vaguely guessed what he wanted to ask.
She looked down at her reflection in the bowl. "Sounds interesting."
"First question," Xie Guanlan looked at her dimly, "Do you like Chen Yushi or Chen Yu?"
He didn't directly ask the question he wanted to ask the most.
Wen Xingluo said frankly: "I don't like any of them. I don't have any romantic feelings for them."
After a pause, she asked, "Is the rabbit that the prince won from my stall at the Spring Garden Festival still available?"
The little rabbit she sewed herself.
It was thrown into a large basket of small dolls, but was picked up by Xie Guanlan.
He also commented that I was particularly ugly.
Xie Guanlan thought of the rabbit.
Its long ears, belly, hands and feet were made of cloth of different colors, and its eyes and mouth were crooked. When he threw it on the desk, he felt that the rabbit was staring at him at a glance.
Just like how Wen Xingluo glared at him.
So he locked it in the drawer and hid it in the darkness along with the two silver butterflies.
But for some reason, he didn't want to answer this question.
He did not answer, but just drank a bowl of wine.
Wen Xingluo looked at him.
His appearance was gorgeous and compelling. The light and shadow of the fire outlined his deep and light and dark bone structure. The bridge of his nose was like the most wonderful center stroke of a calligraphy master. In the deserted village on a rainy night, he looked like a soul-stirring male fox.
He drank his wine expressionlessly, his brows and eyes as cold as the water in a barren mountain.
Even without an answer, Wen Xingluo had a strong feeling - he had lost her rabbit.
His Canglang Pavilion is so solemn, cold, ancient and elegant.
How can there be room for an ugly rabbit?
He is the noble prince of a royal palace and the commander-in-chief of the Southwestern Army who holds great power at a young age.
He doesn't even care about expensive gold, silver and jade, and he won't keep an ugly rabbit.
Although she was close to the warm fire, the girl's fingertips pressing on the wine bowl still felt inexplicably cold.
It made her want to get closer to the flames.
She heard the young man opposite her say, "Second question, do you have a man you like? Do you want to escape from the Zhenbei Palace by getting married?"
Wen Xingluo curved his almond-shaped eyes, "Prince, these are two questions."
Xie Guanlan tapped the rim of the bowl with his fingers and said, "Just answer the first one."
Is there a man you like?
Wen Xingluo didn't want to answer.
She drank the wine in the bowl and wiped the wine stain from her lips with her sleeve. "Second question, when I was being chased by the murderer at the night market, did the prince feel worried the moment he saw me? Not worried about the victim, not worried about his political achievements, but..."
Concern for her.
Xie Guanlan lowered his thin eyelids, and his eyelashes cast a shadow at the end of his eyes, as if his thoughts were stretched out.
What was he thinking the moment he saw Wen Xingluo?
Was he wondering how the murderer had the audacity to commit the crime on his territory, or was he thinking that his flawless political achievements were about to be tarnished?
Or maybe——
anger.
Yes.
At that moment, his emotion was not worry.
Because he knew that wherever his narrow knife could reach was Wen Xingluo's absolute safe area.
At that moment, he was angry.
But what is he angry about?
There is a sound of rain outside.
The cold air seeped in through the window gaps and brick cracks, like tangled black lines, disturbing Xie Guanlan's mood on this strange rainy night in a deserted village.
He looked directly at Wen Xingluo and said, "I've never felt any worry."
Wen Xingluo curved her cherry lips and smiled.
The pair of round almond-shaped eyes reflected in the wine bowl showed no smile.
Xie Guanlan: "Third question, how did you and your sister predict this flood?"
Wen Xingluo half-closed his eyes, having already guessed that this was the question he really wanted to ask.
She revealed too many things.
You can find her by starting with the young monk Mi in the Guanyin Temple.
Her sister was even more stupid. She stockpiled food in advance in a big way, and it was hard for Xie Guanlan not to notice her.
Fortunately, Xie Guanlan gave her the opportunity not to answer.
She decisively drank up the wine in the bowl.
She raised her eyes to look at him, "My third question is, was my golden butterfly hairpin a gift from the prince?"
She checked the records of gifts exchanged between ladies during the first month of the year.
There is no gold hairpin inside.
But it suddenly appeared in her dressing table, as if it had been put there quietly by someone.
There are only a few people living in the palace.
Eliminating everyone, only the most unlikely one remains—
Xie Guanlan.
And that day in the palace garden, the look in Fushan's eyes when he looked at the golden butterfly on her bun was so deep and obscure that it was almost too much.
Wen Xingluo unconsciously exerted force on the hand holding the wine bowl until a layer of blood appeared on his fingertips.
She looked at Xie Guanlan, waiting for his answer, and even her breathing became much lighter.
The sound of rain was overwhelming, surrounding the entire deserted village.
However, the girl heard her own abnormal heartbeat from the noisy sound of the rain.
thump.
thump.
thump.
Her heart was beating so hard it seemed like it was about to jump out of her chest.
The time at this moment was infinitely stretched.
As Wen Xingluo grew older, his courage gradually ran out and he became timid.
She regretted asking the question.
She wanted to escape, to never have to face this person again.
She took a deep breath and was about to stand up when Xie Guanlan said slowly, "No."
His narrow eyes were as dark as the abyss, and he repeated calmly, "It wasn't me who gave it to you."
Rain is wet and cold.
Wen Xingluo looked at him and said, "People who tell lies will be tortured by lies for the rest of their lives."
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