In the lobby of Changhe Hall, at this time, Jun Wanzhao, who offered his birthday gift after Ye Xiyao, had already presented his birthday gift and had just returned to his original place.

The next one should have been Ye Hu, who was the third lady, but now that she has become like that, it is a good thing to be able to stay quietly in the hall without causing trouble, and it is naturally impossible to prepare any birthday gifts.

So, the next one was the turn of the fifth lady Yan Wujiao.

She was about to step forward with the gift box in her hand, but she had just taken a step and inadvertently turned her head, but she saw Jiang Shu, who had just left, gone and returned, and there were two more people beside her, Zhu Changxun and Zhu Changhao, so she stopped again.

The old lady sat in front of the door of the hall, and saw the three people from far and near at a glance, and immediately got up and led everyone to greet her, and saluted Zhu Changxun and Zhu Changhao: "The old man and his family greet His Royal Highness King Fu and His Royal Highness King Rui." ”

"Today is the old lady's birthday, the longevity is great, the old lady doesn't have to be polite," Zhu Changxun took a few steps forward, helped her up, and raised his hand towards her, "This king wishes the old lady 'blessings like the East China Sea, the sun and the moon are prosperous; Shoubi Nanshan, pine crane Changchun'. ”

Zhu Changhao, who stepped forward after a step, glanced at Ye Chiwan, who was standing behind her, and also raised his hand to her and said, "This king wishes the old lady 'eternal happiness and happiness'." ”

"Thank you, Your Highness," the old lady smiled faintly, turned sideways to move out of the doorway, and pointed to the hall, "Your Highness, please." ”

"Okay." Zhu Changxun responded with a smile and walked in with Zhu Changhao one after another.

The old lady immediately returned to the hall with all the family members, walked to the original position and sat down, and ordered people to prepare seats for Zhu Changxun and Zhu Changhao, before moving her eyes to Jiang Shu, who came with the two: "Four girls, didn't you go back to Qingran Pavilion to exchange for the wrong birthday gift?" Why did you come back so soon? ”

"This ......" Jiang Shu realized that he was only concerned about the birthday gift, and he didn't even think about the time problem, and his brows couldn't help frowning slightly.

"That's the case," Zhu Changxun's dark eyes faintly crossed her slightly annoyed little face, and moved to the old lady and said, "On the way over between this king and Chang Hao, I met Ping Qian beside Jiang Shu, and she said that Jiang Shu forgot to bring the birthday gift for the old lady and wanted to send it over, so this king brought it by the way." ”

"I see." The old lady nodded knowingly.

"Yes," Jiang Shu took a few steps forward, holding up the delicately carved wooden box given by Zhu Changxun in his hand to her, "Grandmother, this is Shu'er's birthday gift for you." ”

Hearing this, Lu Yu, who was standing beside the old lady, stepped forward, took the wooden box, and then returned to her and gently opened it.

A few steps away, Jiang Shu caught a glimpse of the old lady seeing the apricot hairpin carved from purple jade inside, and a bright color seemed to flash under her eyes, and she pulled the corners of her lips and said: "Shu'er heard that grandmother likes apricot hairpins the most, so she specially found a craftsman to customize this apricot hairpin." ”

"You've got a heart." The old lady looked up at her kindly.

"Honoring your grandmother is right." Jiang Shuying smiled, "This hairpin, Shu'er also named it." ”

"Oh? What is it called? The old lady asked curiously.

Jiang Shu glanced at Zhu Changxun, who was sitting on the left side of the lobby, and said with a smile: "Compare flowers and branches." ”

"Row up flowers?" The old lady repeated in a low voice, "This name is somewhat new. ”

Jiang Shu smiled faintly and said: "Back to my grandmother, it has a source, from the poem of the Tang Dynasty Zhang Yi - 'The spring breeze congratulates the joy without words, and the flowers and branches are full of apricot orchards'." ”