Thinking of himself and looking at Ding Bao again, he knew in his heart that this woman looked bright on the surface, and she must have lived a peaceful life in her childhood.

He withdrew his tentative chopsticks and ate a little more.

Eating at the same table with others still makes him unaccustomed to it, but fortunately, he disguises himself as a woman, and it is normal to eat less.

In this way, Ding Bao ate most of the things on the table, and in the end, she obviously held on, but she still stuffed the last few pastries in front of her without keeping her mouth.

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A few more days followed.

Cen Yao still had no intention of leaving.

Every morning, as soon as Ding Bao woke up, he could see Cen Yao who was already standing next to the bed.

It's been five or six days, and he has no intention of giving up.

According to the original plot, this man quickly ran out of patience to investigate.

After all, the court is chaotic now, and there are many things that are more important than jade seals at present.

At this time, Ding Bao was also used to getting up early in the morning, and after yawning, he looked affectionate in casual clothes, grabbed Cen Yao's hand and shouted "sister sister".

The desensitization reaction of this constant contact works very well, and now it seems that Cen Yao has been a little resistant and disgusted by her touch, although it is still a little stiff and uncomfortable, but it is still a long time, Ding Bao is not in a hurry.

"Su Sleeve, come and help me comb my hair."

There was a small shabby and low table next to the bed, and Ding Bao placed a Western Regions jewelry box studded with diamonds on it, and when he opened the box, a small collapsible bronze mirror was placed inside.

The woman in the mirror had just woken up, sleepy-eyed, red lips and pink cheeks, a little hazy and naïve under her eyes, her hair hung down behind her head, and there was a wilted dull hair on her head.

Cen Yao stood behind him, scooped up the woman's long hair without saying a word, and interspersed his five fingers with it, smooth and cold, and penetrated into the bones.

It is quiet and tranquil here, there are few sounds in the ears, and you can only vaguely hear the sound of birdsong from the heights, the sound of the wind in your ears, floating with black hair, Cen Yao is holding a jade comb, quietly from top to bottom, inch by inch for Ding Bao combing.

"Su Sleeve, your craft is really getting better and better."

"My sister's long hair is beautiful."

Ding Bao smiled, reached out and took out a white hosta from the jewelry box, turned around, and handed it to Su Sleeve.

"This is a dowry given to me by my mother, so I'll give it to you."

Cen Yao looked at the elegant hairpin in the woman's hand and did not stretch out his hand.

"It turned out to be the eldest lady's thing, and the slave didn't dare."

"If I tell you to take it, you will take it. This thing was supposed to be a token of inheritance, passed down from generation to generation by my grandmother and mother, and finally passed on to me. I thought I could pass it on to my future children, but now it seems to be a fantasy. Since you are my sister, then I will give you this hairpin. ”

As he spoke, Ding Bao stuffed the hairpin into Cen Yao's hand, with a hint of melancholy in his eyes.

"If I have the chance, I'll send you out."

Cen Yao lowered his eyes, looked at the hosta in his palm, and laughed in his heart when he heard Ding Bao say such words.

It's hard to protect herself, and she still wants to send others out, if she doesn't pretend, then the woman in front of her is stupid.

"Sister, this imperial tomb is heavily guarded, how can you leave if I want."

Ding Bao smiled.

"I definitely have no hope of leaving here, but you are different, you are just a little palace maid, and no one will pay much attention to life or death."

As he spoke, Ding Bao took out a small medicine bottle from his arms, put it in his palm and stroked it gently, with a serious expression, and sighed with lowered eyes.