The Thousand-faced Young Master was slightly startled, and took out the thing from his arms. It was a hairpin carved from a peach tree branch, with the head shaped like a wishful cloud pattern.
This hairpin cannot be said to be very delicate, it can even be said to be very rough. Only the cloud pattern is very smartly carved.
He immediately remembered that this was the peach wood hairpin made by Shen Ning herself. At that time, he was pretending to be a woman with long hair hanging down, so she cut off a peach stem and made this hairpin.
This hairpin was simply a mark of his humiliation during that period. Whenever he saw it, he felt itchy with hatred.
He once thought that he had thrown this peach wood hairpin into a corner where he could not find it, but he did not expect that this hairpin had been kept in his arms carelessly.
"Young Master, there is an inn ahead. Should we go in and have a quickie, have something to eat, and then continue on our way?"
The second senior brother opened the car curtain, poked his head in and asked.
The Thousand-faced Young Master seemed not to notice, just holding the peach wood hairpin in a daze.
"Hey, young master, why do you have a hairpin worn by a woman in your hand? Could it be that, young master, you have a sweetheart and want to give it to your sweetheart? But this hairpin is too shabby. You can get it for just a penny in the market. Buy ten or eight pieces. If you want to give them to your sweetheart, you should buy the most expensive and beautiful ones. I know a jewelry shop that sells exquisite and beautiful jewelry. I will take you there to pick it out!
Young Master Qianmian came back to his senses, looked at the peach wood hairpin in his hand, and murmured to himself: "Even if you bring me the most expensive and most valuable hairpin in the world, I won't change it."
The second senior brother blinked and was confused, wondering if it was just a broken wooden hairpin. Does the young master need to be so precious
"Second Senior Brother, how long will it take to arrive at the Valley of Divine Doctors?" Young Master Qianmian put the peach wood hairpin into his arms and looked out the window and asked.
"If we keep traveling without sleep, it will only take us seven days at most. However, I'm afraid your body may not be able to bear it, young master. Let's travel slowly."
"No, we must get to the Valley of Miracle Doctors as soon as possible. The sooner the better! Second Senior Brother, go to the inn in front to buy some dry food and we can eat on the way. It will be hard work for Second Senior Brother," said Young Master Qianmian.
The second senior brother patted his head and said: "It's hard work or not, young master, please don't be polite to me, look at me, it's all my confusion! The pavilion master, the old man, told him to rush to the Valley of Divine Doctors as soon as possible, because The injury on your hand is very serious. If you miss the best time for treatment, I'm afraid... it will be delayed. "
He put down the car curtain, went to a roadside inn and bought a dozen large steamed buns as dry food, and then started to drive quickly.
Young Master Qianmian would never have imagined that not long after they left the inn, a carriage stopped and a young man wearing a purple gown jumped out of the carriage.
As soon as he appeared, all the guests in the inn stared straight at him.
I saw the young man with a golden crown on his head, wearing a dark purple robe, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, exquisite and perfect facial features, and a compelling aura of wealth and sharpness coming from his body.
The innkeeper was stunned. He had never seen such a noble guest before, and he even forgot to greet him.
The young man in purple glanced at the shopkeeper's face and spoke slowly, his voice becoming clearer and more melodious.
"Shopkeeper, are there any doctors with superb medical skills in this town?"
The shopkeeper rushed forward to greet him.