"Wei Wei has returned to Beijing, and my mother is not the kind of person who talks too much. Don't worry, she won't say anything." Lu Tingchen touched her head and comforted her.
Chujiu didn't like him touching her head so intimately, as if the two of them really had something.
"I still want to explain." She insisted.
Lu Tingchen was at a loss, so he thought for a moment and said, "Then I'll take you there." After saying that, he naturally took her hand and walked out.
Chujiu hurriedly broke away from his hand, "Don't touch me."
Lu Tingchen had no choice but to let go of her hand and looked at her helplessly.
The two of them came out of the tent one after the other.
Chujiu saw her long hair hanging on her chest and then remembered that it was still messy. She quickly ran forward and took Lu Tingchen's arm, "Give me back the hairpin."
Lu Tingchen saw her long hair scattered, and then he remembered something. He took out her hairpin from his arms and handed it back to her.
Only then did Chujiu notice that his right arm was injured and there was still blood on his sleeve.
She paused, reached out to take it, then turned her back and rolled up her long hair neatly.
Looking at the woman who was arranging her hair, Lu Tingchen suddenly said: "What is the origin of this hairpin of yours?"
Chujiu paused for a moment, but quickly continued to do his hair.
Lu Tingchen thought she didn't want to say anything, so he didn't ask any more questions.
However, although the hairpin is made of wood, the patterns on it are very complicated and exquisite, which is enough to show that the person who carved this hairpin put a lot of thought into it.
he mused.
At this time, Chujiu tied up her hair, turned around, looked at the man's handsome face, raised her hand and touched the hairpin, and couldn't help but explain: "This is a wooden hairpin that my father made for me before he was alive. "
Lu Tingchen was a little surprised.
He had already guessed that this hairpin must have a profound meaning to Chujiu, but he did not expect that it was actually made for her by her father.
"Your father must love you very much." At the end, he said softly.
Chujiu looked a little sad, turned away slightly, and said no more.
"The wooden hairpin is also engraved with the word Ruoxue. Is that your original name?" Lu Tingchen asked suddenly.
Chujiu clenched her fingers tightly, then let go after a moment, and nodded slightly, "Yes."
"and you… "
"My surname is Lan." Chujiu knew what he wanted to ask and interrupted him.
Lu Tingchen looked at the top of her hair. He probably didn't expect that she would tell him so readily. When he realized it, a happy look passed between his eyebrows, "Lan Ruoxue?"
Hearing this name, Chujiu was in a daze.
After coming back to her senses, she narrowed her eyes slightly and lowered her head, not wanting Lu Tingchen to see her fragile appearance at this time.
She actually didn't expect that she would tell him her original name so easily.
She obviously hates him.
But when he read her name, she actually heard a hint of lingering, which reminded her of the childhood years that were buried in her memory.
"Your name is Chujiu, is it because your birthday is on the ninth day of Chujiu?" Lu Tingchen asked again. He knew that the names of the secret guards around the emperor were all named according to the day they were born.
Like the first day of the lunar month, his birthday is on the first day of a certain month, and the same is true for the seventh day of the lunar month, so he asked accordingly.
Chujiu looked at the setting clouds on the horizon for a long time before nodding.
"What month is it?"
Chujiu paused and looked sideways at him, "You talked a lot today."
Lu Tingchen curled his lips and said in a good temper: "You talk less, I can only become more talkative. It is enough that one of us is a dull gourd."
(End of chapter)