Chapter 61: Tangled Knots

These two purses were in the hands of the rest of the men.

It's not good to put it next to her.

Bright eyes hooked his head, "That... That's for you. ”

He pulled out a blue purse from his waist, and outlined a hibiscus flower with red silk thread on it. The petals are crooked and twisted into the fabric, and a long white rope is worn on it to carry.

The girl pinched the crescent moon jade pendant in her hand, not knowing what else he wanted to do.

In the next moment, Fu Changliang's slender fingers pressed against her waist again.

He slightly lifted the slender belt around her waist, and hooked the white rope of her purse with his other hand.

The boy stood in the dark, his face shining with the faint yellow light of the side door of the General's Mansion.

The curly and long eyelashes cast a subtle shadow on the slender peach blossom eyes.

He used what little patience he had to tie the purse to her belt.

Mingyan was a little nervous.

The fingertips hidden under the thick sleeves trembled.

How could he, so gentle, so flirtatious.

He can be so gentle with a woman who is not related to him, has only met a few times, and is afraid that he will tremble with fear.

Then, what about when he sees the heroine fall in the early Ming Dynasty?

Will he be like the original book, and put his lifelong tenderness on the heroine?

Mingyan shook her head, she had to work hard to attack him.

It's better not to have a day like that.

What if he falls in love with the heroine and doesn't marry her?

Fu Changliang tied it for a while, stood up straight and looked at the blue purse around the girl's waist with satisfaction.

Fuso suits her perfectly.

Bright and moving.

I saw the white rope wrapped around the girl's belt, and the purse fell gently.

She lowered her eyes implicitly, "Your Highness Xie." ”

A hand ghost made Yin Cha touch the blue purse, and she said with a serious expression: "The peony flower is beautiful." ”

Mingyan didn't know what kind of flower it was, but she knew that the second male had planted a Du Dan in his small garden.

So, she expected it to be a peony.

It's just that where did the second male find the purse, this flower case is too ugly.

Fu Changliang pursed his lips, and his peach blossom eyes drooped and raised.

A little liar, saying that it looks good in front of him.

But he didn't even recognize Fuso.

Don't be afraid of him, so you deliberately please him like this.

However, his flattery was reluctantly used.

The corners of the boy's mouth pulled a slight smile, and his cheeks lifted up slightly.

All of them show his good mood.

Mingyan raised his eyes and stared at him, and his voice was soft, "You go back, rest early." ”

An inconsiderate prospective fiancée is not a good girl.

Fu Changliang nodded coldly.

He stood at the side gate of the General's Mansion for a while, and waited until the girl turned around and entered the door without seeing her figure before leaving.

Mingyan pulled his purse back to Hanxin Pavilion.

Ming Anrou had been waiting for her in front of the house for a while, she was afraid that something would happen to the little girl in the palace, and she would have no shame to go to Jiuquan to see her brother again.

The aunt and nephew talked for a while, and then Mingyan returned to the dormitory.

In the dormitory, there is a good smell of wormwood incense.

Lian Bi was quietly waiting.

Seeing that Mingyan was coming, she brought a basin of hot water.

Unintentionally catching a glimpse of the unseemly purse around the girl's waist, she was stunned.

Wasn't it a long time before her master embroidered it? I'm still looking for her to learn.

Lian Bi understood, it turned out that the master had already made the girl's idea.

Before that dark and windy night, I hit the girl's idea.

It's just that this girl used to be in Jiangnan, where did the master meet her?

After thinking about it for a while, she couldn't think of it, she shook her head, maybe she was thinking too much.

Perhaps, the master is really just idle and wants to try the female work?