After returning to Changle Mansion from Zhuyunyuan, Luo Jingsheng has been staying in Guan Ju Pavilion. No one in the house dared to approach.

When Yu Feng walked into the attic in the night, he was holding a yellow satin purse in his hand, which was small and delicate, but it was already old.

"Childe, those market gangsters who have infiltrated the Hou Mansion have been dealt with, and Miss Furou has also explained it."

Yufeng leaned in front of him and whispered.

"Hmm."

Luo Jingsheng only responded calmly, and his gloomy eyes still fell on the purse in his hand.

Yufeng glanced up at him and stepped back.

"Brother Xiao, this is embroidered by Ah Ge himself, the only one in the world, you have to keep it well." When Song Qingge personally delivered this purse to Luo Jingsheng, it was in the early summer when cicadas were singing.

Xiao Wangfu and Song Wangfu are world friends, so they have known each other since childhood.

Song Qingge has been popular since she was a child, she often jokes with him about this, but fortunately, he is also proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, so he was not compared to her, otherwise this little girl would be very angry in front of him.

Once, when she saw the brown purse he was wearing, she pointed to it and asked, "Why have you never seen this purse on your waist before?" ”

There was a hint of vinegar in her childish eyes, and he teased back, "This is given to me by Lin Shangshu's daughter, she said that she always sees me on my waist on weekdays, and my clothes are very plain, so she made one for me." ”

She listened in the rain, "When did you get involved with her?" ”

"When I went to Shangshuyuan, I met a few times." He continued to ramp nonsense.

"I've only seen you a few times and I'll give you a purse, then I'll give you one another day, and when I give you it, you'll have to take this off." The vinegar in her eyes did not fade at all, and she said stubbornly.

He smiled secretly, thinking that she must have regretted that she had not given him the purse sooner.

When he carried her back to Zhuyunyuan during the day, the emotions that had been buried in his heart for many years poured out, but he couldn't do anything, and after giving her medicine, he quietly left.

As soon as tonight passed, she really became a forgotten person.

"Ahem, ahem!"

A gust of evening wind blew, Luo Jingsheng covered his chest and coughed violently several times, holding the yellow satin purse tightly in his hand, and his eyes that were radiant on weekdays were covered by a layer of rich gloom.

Before Xuanyuan Jing left, he asked Jiang Wanyin, "Can this king give you enough face today?" ”

The corners of Jiang Wanyin's lips outlined a smile, "The four princes have appreciated their faces, and Yin'er is very grateful in her heart." ”

"It's a pity, it's such a good day, Madame will be alone in the empty room tonight." Xuanyuan Jing teased her weirdly.

Jiang Wanyin was still smiling, and there was no trace of anger on her face, "Thank you for the reminder from the fourth prince." It's not too early, and the four princes should go back early, so as not to let people see the misunderstanding. ”

He sneered, which made him feel sarcastic, "Misunderstanding? When I was in this palace, why didn't I see you say that I was afraid of misunderstanding? ”

In the dark night, his hand stretched out towards her, Jiang Wanyin turned her face away, and faded the smile on the corner of her lips, "Please respect yourself four princes, Yin'er retreats first." ”

She touched the night and hurried away.

Xuanyuan Jing looked at her departing back and sneered coldly, turned around and said faintly, "Go." ”

"Yes."

Qi Yuanzhao came out of the night and followed his footsteps.