That evening, after closing the door, Nanzhi opened the gifts the emperor had bestowed upon her that day.
"Song Hanyan, this cloth is so smooth." Nanzhi reached out and touched it.
Song Hanyan explained, "This is a piece of cloth produced by a famous silk shop in the capital. It costs one hundred taels per bolt."
Nanzhi opened her mouth in surprise. There were ten horses in the red lacquered wooden box, each worth a hundred taels of silver.
That would be over a thousand taels.
Perhaps sensing Nanzhi's thoughts, Song Hanyan added, "The cloth can be sold, but the jewelry and other antiques bestowed upon us cannot be sold."
"Why!"
She's not the type to appreciate things; it's such a waste to keep so many antiques, glittering hairpins, and bracelets at home.
If it were sold, it could probably fetch tens of thousands of taels of silver.
“All items bestowed by the palace will be registered by the official in charge of rites. Except for those given by the giver himself, they cannot be bought or sold.”
Nanzhi immediately deflated.
“I don’t wear them anyway. Wouldn’t it just gather dust if I left these things at home? It would be better to have the Emperor bestow gold bars and silver, or even silver notes.”
Song Hanyan chuckled: "Zhizhi can wear the jade hairpin I bought for you."
"I won't wear them, but do you have any ideas on how to sell these antiques?"
The disappointment in Song Hanyan's eyes was palpable. He didn't say a word and went to bed.
After a long silence, Nanzhi turned around and found that Song Hanyan was already lying in bed.
Nanzhi habitually stored all the gifts in her spatial storage, then blew out the lamp and climbed into bed.
Once in bed, Nanzhi tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
After a while, she nudged the person beside her, "Song Hanyan, are you asleep?"
The person with their back to her opened their eyes but remained silent.
Nan Zhi sighed softly. What's wrong with Song Hanyan today?
He used to hold her in his arms while she slept, but now he was turning his back to her.
Strange, very strange.
It's quite disorienting that I'm no longer able to sleep with my husband.
Nanzhi closed her eyes, reached out her little hand, and wrote words on Song Hanyan's back from a distance.
As I was writing, I somehow ended up drawing turtles.
The thought of the tall and imposing Song Hanyan, clad in armor, with a giant turtle on his back, made me laugh out loud for some reason.
As I was drawing, my fingertips somehow ended up on his back.
Nanzhi panicked when she saw the turtle mark on her clothes.
However, he showed no signs of waking up; it seemed he was asleep.
Nanzhi simply ignored it and continued drawing.
Until the other person suddenly turned around.
With his deep eyes fixed on the little hands that were causing trouble on his back, Nan Zhi swallowed hard. Song Hanyan was really scary at this moment.
Why aren't you wearing the hairpin I gave you?
"ha?"
Seeing that Nanzhi was not getting it, Cherry quickly reminded her.
"Master, he's jealous, he's jealous!" How did I end up with such a clueless master?
The South practically wears its jealousy on its sleeve, but the other party still doesn't understand.
We'll have to rely on this relationship guru to step in.
After being reminded by Cherry, Nanzhi suddenly understood.
It turns out that this is what Song Hanyan has been struggling with all along.
"Um, the hairpin you bought is very pretty, but I'm afraid it will break if I drop it. If it breaks, it will be gone."
So this is what women are afraid of.
Song Hanyan pulled the person into his arms, "It's just an ordinary hairpin, put it on."
Nanzhi said weakly, "Okay."
The next day, when she was getting ready, Nanzhi took out the few things that Song Hanyan had bought that day.
Ancient people's makeup and hairstyles were complicated, and it took Nanzhi a long time to learn them.
Nanzhi was a little unaccustomed to suddenly having a hairpin inserted into her hair.
"Master, here are some ancient three-piece hair bun sets, would you like them?"
Cherry looked at Nanzhi with a sly grin.
"Yes, it is necessary," she said firmly.
Every hairstyle has a corresponding hairpin, and similarly, a hairpin must be suitable for a particular hairstyle.
Unfortunately, she's naturally clumsy with her hands and doesn't care much about hairstyles; she just needs to put her hair up in a bun.
But now that I want to wear a hairpin, I have to comb my hair again.
When Wu Nanshuang entered, she saw Nanzhi holding a hairpin with a very serious expression, so she asked, "Master, is there something wrong with this hairpin?"
Nanzhi shook her head. "No problem, I just don't know how to comb my hair."
“Master,” Wu Nanshuang said with a smile, “If you don’t mind, I’ll comb your hair.”
How could I have suddenly forgotten her?
Nanzhi quickly handed the comb to her.
Cherry secretly regretted that with someone helping her comb her hair, her chance to make money was gone.
Wu Nanshuang smiled and took it, "Master's hair is so well grown."
One comb stroke and there are no knots at all.
She quickly combed her hair and then inserted a white jade hairpin into her coiled hair.
"Master has excellent taste. Look, it suits your skin tone perfectly."
Nanzhi looked at the person in the mirror, and sure enough, having a decoration on her head made a difference.
She looks much gentler now.
Looking at Wu Nanshuang who was still laughing, Nanzhi said with ill intent, "You're still laughing? When will I marry you off so your husband can give you one too?"
Wu Nanshuang's smile vanished instantly.
Although he envied the love between his master and lord, he thought, "Men are so terrifying, and marriage is so terrifying."
Not only do they have to take care of the man's family, but they also have to bear his children.
If you encounter a wicked mother-in-law, you'll have to endure a lot of humiliation.
Wu Nanshuang immediately shivered.
“My lord, I will not get married. Once I have completed my studies, I will go out to practice medicine and help the world. I will resolutely not get married.”
"What kind of talk is it if we don't get married?" Nanzhi scolded lightly.
In ancient times, marriage was considered very important. Wu Nanshuang was someone who was always by her side, and she had no parents, so Nanzhi always had to think more about her.
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