She lightly touched the jade bone that was as transparent as a butterfly's wings, and a trace of marble coldness seeped into her fingertips. Along the jade bone, the fan is finely pulled, and it seems to be stronger than the golden thread clothes. The fan that is stretched out is very large, and it can indeed be attacked and defended. Chu tilted to look at the tail of the handshake fan, a bulge, and then looked at the head of the fan, it was not solid, and the thin tip was faintly visible inside. Come to think of it, if you hold down the bulge, the tip should stick out.

Good weapon.

Chu Tian looked at the fan again, not embroidering mountains and rivers, not embroidering cities. Only two idle clouds are engraved, and there is still a wild crane. The moire is elegant, comfortable and clear. This embroidery does not look suitable for the prince, but for the idle hermit hidden in the mountains and rivers.

Seeing Chu Tian staring at the fan, Zhixi smiled and asked, "Do you like it?" ”

Chu Tian nodded habitually, and still touched the two raised idle clouds.

Zhixi pushed the jade fan and said, "Send you." ”

Only then did Chu Tian wake up from the fan and pushed the fan back: "Don't be." This fan is worth a lot of money at first glance, and I am afraid that it can be worth one or two cities. Can't put it away, can't put it away. ”

Zhixi said: "What if there are one or two cities. But he could see that Chu Tian would not accept it, so he didn't say anything more. Just a shallow smile.

Chu Wei answered again, turned around and said, "Did the third prince mention to you a mute girl in Lou Mansion?" ”

Zhixi said: "You know her, too?" It seems that in just a few days, there has been a lot of gain. ”

Chu Qian thought in his heart: Just a few days. Something is not quite right. She suddenly figured it out and took a step back: "You're following me?" ”

Zhixi was not in a hurry, and said in a shallow tone: "Hmm." There are people who follow. ”

Such a frank answer is not intended to be hidden. Chu Dump didn't know what to say for a while, and frowned: "Why are you following me?" ”

Zhixi pursed his lips lightly, and his eyes drooped: "I'm afraid that you will leave suddenly." ”

This expression, every time Zhixi has this expression and this tone, Chu Tian has an instant move. He is as innocent and sad as a child, and he only wants to get close to him and tell him, don't be sad, I won't leave.

Chu poured his emotions and didn't want to continue the topic, so he said, "Forget it, forget it." There was a moment: "How did the third prince mention the mute girl?" ”

Zhixi Dao, the third prince had mentioned the dumb girl twice in front of him.

For the first time, the third prince mentioned that there was a mute maid in the house who could paint. The words were vague, but Zhixi could feel that he admired the girl. Appreciation is also distressing. He liked her and wanted to marry her, but Mr. Lou did not agree to this marriage, and he was in a very depressed mood.

The second time, when the third prince mentioned her, he was still depressed, but he no longer mentioned that he wanted to marry her, but revealed that he had seen the wrong person and that he shouldn't like her. The third son also said that he would give the maid freedom, and after a short time, the third son got married. After that, she was never mentioned again.

After listening to Chu Tian, he fell into deep thought, why did the third prince say that he had seen the wrong person. Chu Tian suddenly thought that maybe he could find something like that, so that he could go back to the past and have a look. Chu Tian asked again: "Did the third prince mention anything like a love object in front of you?" ”

The corners of Zhixi's mouth curled up slightly and shook his head: "Never, I don't talk much about children's love." ”

Chu Tian felt that it was the same, raised his hand to accept the painting on the table of Zhixi, and after asking what he wanted to ask, he planned to leave.

Zhixi sat still and said, "I was going to enjoy the painting together, but it became you interrogating me again." There was a hint of reproach in his tone, but he said it gently. He pressed his hand on the painting that Chu Qian was collecting.