The embroidery pattern of the word "Lin" was naturally absent, in order to make it simpler, Jing Yi'an specially found someone to make up for it with old silk threads, and found a piece of benzoin

"I don't know where Jing Gongzi still remembered where he got such a thing. The workmanship looks weird and fine, and the style seems to come from that lady's show. ”

Jing Yi'an casually played with the purse in his hand, and said casually: "I look like Prince Heng which of the guards fell from him, but unfortunately people are in a hurry, and I don't care much if I think about it, and my son doesn't bother to chase after him and ask." ”

Saying that, Jing Yi'an flipped through the purse and praised it: "Gonggong Lin said this, I also feel that the purse embroidery is smart, and there is a faint fragrance, I think it is from the hands of that lady, presumably that girl is also born with a good appearance of national color and fragrance." ”

Lin Hai didn't answer, he only remembered that the smell was the smell of benzoin that he had only smelled at the New Year's Offering Banquet three years ago.

It is made by foreign tribute and I don't know what process is used, it is different from ordinary benzoin, and there is a light and cool fragrance.

At that time, the foreign envoy also quietly stuffed two pieces of benzoin for him, and over the years, it was almost the same as this taste, but it was stronger, and there was less of a cool fragrance.

At that time, except for his two pieces, Emperor Jiang gave all the money to the late prince, and the late prince gave all the benzoin incense that the state paid tribute to Lin Wan.

Later, when the Gentile tribes were destroyed, the annual offering of benzoin became so rare that there could never have been a third one.

Lin Hai glanced at the purse in Jing Yi'an's hand.

"Jing Gongzi's intuition has always been excellent, this purse embroidered is really beautiful, even the old slave saw it, and felt that it was extremely ingenious."

Jing Yi'an was still playing with the purse in his hand, as if he had inadvertently opened it, only to find that there was an embroidery pattern with the word "Lin" in it.

He seemed to be slightly taken aback, and said, "Yohe, it seems that the owner of this purse still has a fate with Gonggong Lin." ”

"The old slave doesn't dare."

Jing Yi'an threw it casually, and said to Lin Hai: "What is there to dare to do, I am afraid that it is not appropriate to give a girl after some years, since I have a fate with my father-in-law, I will give it to my father-in-law." ”

Lin Hai hurriedly reached out to pick it up, and wiped his sweat.

He pretended to sneer: "How embarrassing this is, after all, it is the belongings of the girl in the boudoir." ”

Jing Yi'an suddenly patted his head: "This is also." ”

Saying that, he was going to Lin Hai to get it back, Lin Hai looked at him coming over and felt panicked, and pretended to be silent on his face for the time being.

If this is really Lin Wan's thing, there is a reason to turn things up in the past.

No matter how deep the brotherhood between Emperor Jiang and Prince Heng is, can it still be deeper than the father-son relationship of the late prince?

Jing Yi'an was about to stretch out his hand into Lin Hai's arms, but suddenly behind him, a little eunuch who hurriedly ran over shouted to him: "Jing Gongzi, Jing Gongzi!" ”

Jing Yi'an turned around and stood still: "What's wrong?" ”

The little eunuch bent over his luggage: "Concubine Ning has invited her son, and she has been waiting for a long time." ”

Concubine Ning is the daughter of Ning Guogong and the sister of Jing Yi'an's late mother, and she can be regarded as a relative, after the death of Empress Yi and his mother, she would occasionally summon him to the palace to talk, which can be regarded as care.

Jing Yi'an pretended to be surprised and said "ah", "This is coming, this is coming." ”

Saying that, Jing Yi'an ran towards Concubine Ning's bedroom, ran a few steps and turned around and beckoned to Lin Hai, "If Gonggong Lin doesn't like it, help me find a place to throw it away, Concubine Ning will pass me on, and I won't accompany you first." ”

Lin Hai breathed a sigh of relief: "Jing Gongzi is busy himself, and the old slave can do such a trivial thing on his behalf." ”

Jing Yi'an turned around, touched his nose, and walked straight to Concubine Ning's dormitory with the little eunuch.