Xia Qingtong, who knew the ins and outs, was not in a hurry. Holding one of the Ru kiln vases, I can't wait to glue my eyes to it.

Think about the fact that in the past, cultural relics were all seen through glass, or wearing gloves. This is the first time that I have had such a "close" encounter.

These good things were all given by the Six Princes. Thinking of the man's deal with himself, Xia Qingtong put down the vase.

Looking around the room, there is a small study room deliberately separated from each other, on which there is a pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

She stepped forward to pick up the brush, drew the badge she had seen earlier, and stared at the pattern a little distracted.

The more she looked at this pattern, the more familiar it became. She was sure she had seen it, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it.

The eagle symbolizes freedom, victory, and strength. This totem is more like that used by ethnic minorities.

Xia Qingtong stared at it for a long time, feeling that this seemed to be a little different from what he had seen in his impression. The picture that had vaguely flashed in my mind suddenly seemed to emerge again.

Cowhide notebook, badge with pen drawing.

Yes, she had seen that the badge was drawn with a pen, and the strokes were much more detailed than this one.

And—

"Three girls."

The sudden sound interrupted Xia Qingtong's train of thought, she stood up straight, and subconsciously covered the paper with the badge drawn.

A man dressed as a maid walked in.

"Three girls." The maid stepped forward, and her voice sounded a little familiar: "There is no gift list for these things sent by the Six Princes' Mansion this time. Girl, how do you write this register? ”

Xia Qingtong didn't speak, she stared at the girl ring in front of her tightly, and a name flashed in her mind inexplicably.

"Gu Xiang?"

"Three girls?"

The maid looked up and looked at her with some puzzlement: "But, what's wrong?" ”

Xia Qingtong stared at the other party's face, and her mind suddenly thought about the scene before she just crossed over.

"Third girl, Dong Gongzi has been waiting for you for a long time."

"Third girl, the slave will help you watch. You can go with confidence. ”

That voice is the Gu Xiang in front of you, right?

"Three girls?"

Gu Xiang has been by Xia Qingtong's side for a long time, and it is the first time she has been stared at her like this, and she is quite uncomfortable for a while. The body stood more straight without a trace.

Xia Qingtong would not have noticed such a small detail if he was usual. But as soon as she learned about the little entanglement between Aunt Yu and Wei, she could inevitably detect something wrong.

Dong Gongzi asked her out, and she went to the appointment? Coincidentally, about their own territory in Houfu?

What's more coincidental, she talked to that Dong Gongzi with her front foot, Aunt Yu on her back foot, and the old lady came together-

Tut. Even if I don't know what the personality of the original body is, but when I infer it like this, I'm really not a very smart person.

"Gu Xiang." Standing up, she straightened the clothes on her body: "I saw Dong Gongzi yesterday, was it me that Dong Gongzi made an appointment, or did I make an appointment with Dong Gongzi?" ”

Gu Xiang's face was a little weird for a while.

"Girl, naturally it was Dong Gongzi who asked you."

"Really?" Xia Qingtong casually pressed the piece of paper at the bottom, only then took a few steps forward and walked in front of Gu Xiang: "Didn't you say yesterday that you would help me look at it?" How come it will take a while to work hard, and the old lady and Aunt Yu are all here? ”

"Girl, I, I really don't know. I-"

Gu Xiang didn't finish speaking, and stood there, motionless.

Xia Qingtong's eyes made her a little stunned. She always felt that after this incident, the three girls seemed to be a little different.

"What are you?"

Xia Qingtong's tone was light, and he couldn't hear joy or anger. Gu Xiang subconsciously shrank her body.

"I don't know, it's probably a coincidence."

Coincidental? Scold!