Although this prayer taught me to rejoice incessantly, I couldn't help but be disappointed because of the things around me: if Kwong Xihan's reputation is really because of being burdened by calculations, then who will be the one who wants to calculate her?

If you think about it carefully, there are only a few people who can benefit from it, and the biggest beneficiary is probably the current emperor...... Although I am very reluctant to think so, she is the most suspicious person in terms of motives and means.

And emotionally speaking, I can't empathize with Kuang Xihan's deep friendship with her, even if I deliberately favor her, but there will always be another questioning voice in my heart - I think, probably in this time and space, only Jiang Zhuo can teach me to believe unreservedly...... Even if the trust is actually unfounded.

Perhaps, this is the so-called blindness in love.

But in any case, this matter is so lingering in my heart; And I don't want to think about it anymore, and I have a bit of an escape in it, and I just want to share my mind with other things.

I returned to the inn with Jiang Zhuo, so that my friends would not disturb me, even if I had the opportunity to be alone with her, the joy in my heart could not dispel the depression; She also seemed to be hiding something, just silently wiping her saber, ignoring me.

I remember: this sword is not her favorite thing that never leaves her, and I know that she has no habit of wiping the sword in her spare time, and she just wants to find something to do to pass the time.

Somehow, I felt a little aggrieved in my heart - I suddenly felt that she didn't take me very seriously, never cared about my mood, and suddenly felt that I was too hypocritical, and people didn't say anything to you, but I didn't explicitly refuse after you showed favor, why did I make a petty character here and complain about others?

Such a mediocre person disturbs herself, don't say that she doesn't want to ignore me, even I myself don't look down on such a self.

Gritting his teeth, he was thinking about how to break the deadlock, when he suddenly heard a knock on the door—when he opened the door, he saw that it was a young woman dressed as a helper; With a sturdy figure and dark skin, seeing my impatient appearance, his face turned red and he stammered: "This, this, this, father-in-law......"

I sighed, bothering to correct her misunderstanding of my gender — it wasn't the first time anyway — and just asked coldly, "What's the matter?" ”

"The shopkeeper sent a small one to deliver something." She settled down and quickly replied.

As he spoke, he handed over a palm-sized wooden box in his hand, with delicate texture and uniform color, but it was a good wood, which was worth a lot of money when he looked at it, which showed how attentive the shopkeeper was; The things entrusted to her in the morning were completed in half a day, and the speed was so fast that I was afraid that I was staring at the guy and hurrying to do it - it can be seen that she attaches great importance to that piece of jade.

It also made me more curious about the true owner of Yujue and the mysterious organization; As for what to do with the identity of this young master, I haven't thought about it.

"Your shopkeeper has a heart, give her a message for me, and say that I wrote it down." After receiving the wooden box, I quietly opened it and took a look, and immediately my head was a little bigger, and my smile was a little sluggish - just told her to carve an ordinary trinket, and she was too fussy, which taught me to be embarrassed to send it out so straightforwardly.

After thanking that guy, I turned around with the box, and subconsciously carried the box behind me, not wanting to teach Jiang Zhuo to see it, but the next moment I immediately came back to my senses, this is just me deceiving myself - how sharp her mind is, how can she not know my actions?

It would be self-defeating to teach her to think that I was secretly planning something else behind her back.

After thinking about it, I simply placed the box on the table generously.

Jiang Zhuo was wiping the saber's hand for a moment, and then continued to wipe it without moving, but I noticed that she glanced at it without a trace, obviously a little concerned about the box - I couldn't help but laugh in my heart: Jiang Zhuo, who pretended to be indifferent like this, was really cute.

Pushing the box towards her, I cleared my throat, followed her example, pretended not to care, and said lightly, "Open it and take a look." ”

She finally stopped pretending to be indifferent, stopped what she was doing, glanced at me with a smile, and opened the box with kindness; Although I tried my best to stabilize the shelf, I was so nervous that I still relied on grabbing the corners of my clothes and biting my lip to hide my apprehension.

As the box opened, the ornaments that had only been roughly swept were finally displayed in front of the two of us, and my slightly embarrassed mood was a little more embarrassed.

It was a silver-white ring, made of the finest dark iron, very hard; In the center of the ring is my deliberately improved design, adding a piece of fingernail-sized flakes, one side is as thin as a cicada's wings, sharpened iron like clay, and the other side is a mechanism buckle, usually hidden on the surface of the ring, when you want to use it, just gently pick it open, push the buckle on the line - such a dark iron ring, light and convenient, can be used as a knife, can also peel fruit, equivalent to a super mini Swiss Army knife.

The ingenuity of this ring lies in its deceptive nature, and if it is not unfolded, it is just an ordinary ring, and no one can think of its mechanism; I have also seen samples in the hands of colleagues, and I have played with them carefully, and I can only teach craftsmen to make them.

The only fly in the ointment - or just what I am not satisfied with - is the ornament carved on the ring by the craftsman himself: the entangled vines, the cross-necked finches, lifelike, vivid, although the craftsmanship is exquisite and admirable, but it adds a bit of ambiguity to my apology - I don't know if Dawu has ever circulated the sentence "I wish to be a winged bird in heaven, and I am willing to be a branch in the earth"?

And after receiving such a gift, Jiang Zhuo would not think crookedly, thinking that I was confessing to her...... Or even courtship?

Although I am not without this thought, I also know that rejection is the most likely answer; Another more likely answer is to be beaten up and then coldly refused.

How disgusting this body is, Kuang Xihan, who has played it for so long, I still have this self-knowledge.

She glanced at the ring in the box lightly, didn't take it out, just said lukewarmly, "Interesting." And there was no more follow-up.

I had been paying careful attention to her expression, and when I saw that she was really cold and uninterested, my fiery thoughts were like a basin of ice water poured on someone's head, and the whole thing froze into a piece of ice slag, and then it shattered to the ground, and was blown by the wind, and there was not even a bit of crumbs left.

- I never thought she would like the gift I gave.

Is it because I have gradually forgotten our former ugliness and mustard in this increasingly intimate relationship, and I have become more and more carried away?

She saw my mind and didn't want to accept it...... Or is it that just because the gift is in my hands, it has been branded with rejection?

After all, I was unwilling, I gritted my teeth and asked, "You, don't you try?" If you don't like it, I'll teach someone else to do something else......"

Before the words were finished, I saw that she suddenly put down the sword and silk handkerchief in her hand, and turned her face to look at me fixedly, her eyes were serious and distant, and I almost fell into that bottomless cold pool, and almost ignored her rhetorical question: "Is this, with mine?" ”

"That's right...... I know it's not a valuable thing, and you probably don't like it, and you don't like it......" Before I could finish my sentence, I saw that the person who had been cold and indifferent suddenly took the ring—almost as if he had snatched it with a split hand, for fear that I would regret it—and this anomaly startled me.

"It's good, I don't dislike." Putting the ring on her index finger, she stretched her fingers, the corners of her mouth slightly hooked, and the appearance of indifferently wiping her saber was like the two of them, and it was inexplicable that her mood had become happy.

I came back to my senses: could it be that she thought that the ring was not meant to be given to her, so she was angry?

If you think about this in detail, it means a lot.

Could it be that you are jealous?

Alas, if that were the case, I would be stealing pleasure.

I'm afraid that with her sparse temperament, she will never have such thoughts.

The ring was worn on her index finger, which made her green and slender and slender, many times more beautiful than those who played the piano; I stared at her fingers, and my face was stained with shame, and I secretly thought that this ring was really like a wedding ring, if only I could put it on her ring finger with my own hands.

- Oh, what are you thinking!

I haven't even thought about getting married.

Shaking my head, I smiled at Jiang Zhuo, as if the corners of my mouth couldn't be leveled, and I didn't hesitate to praise myself: "It's good-looking." ”

"The owner has a heart." She didn't thank her, but just like that, a soft word, a smile from the breeze and the moon, taught me that my heart was crisp, and I couldn't wait to pick all the moons in the sky to her.

"If you like it." I scratched my cheeks, a little embarrassed to look at her.

"What does the sign engraved in this ring mean?" She rubbed her fingertips against the surface of the ring and asked.

"Ah, that, that's, yes...... I don't know the markings in the store. Leng Buding was asked by her like this, and I stammered back, but subconsciously lied.

Inside the ring was the only pattern I had ever asked the craftsman to add: a peach heart.

I thought it was a secret, but if I think about it carefully, according to Jiang Zhuo's meticulous observation, how could he not find it?

When she asked me this, how could I be embarrassed to tell her that the meaning of this heart is a pun, which represents both my name and what I want to give her - my heart.

I only dare to brew back and forth in my heart with such youthful hypocrisy, but I don't dare to declare it anyway.