Chapter 1174: The cute little general who has become the "Oiran" (59)
After all, in order to completely hide her identity, even if she was in the mansion, the original lady hid the thing extremely deep, let alone hung it directly on her waist...
Thinking of this, Xiang Xing drooped his face and hurriedly bowed to Feng Han deeply.
Apologized with an embarrassed expression, "I'm sorry, Sister Fenghan, I, I...I really don't know, there is still this thing in my purse..."
"...It's okay, it's okay, haha."
Feng Han blushed, and waved his hand with a dry smile, "The little general dresses up as men's clothes without wearing a purse. I don't know anyone is guilty."
"but……"
She looked at the large mess of objects on the table, blinked her beautiful eyes slightly, and couldn't help but smile even more, "Little General, what are you looking for from me?"
"Ah, I almost forgot."
After Fenghan reminded him, the little guy finally remembered his serious business, and his little face became serious again.
She only took a deep breath, and then suddenly bent down, her small face moved very close to those pearl jewelry coins and the like.
Perceiving vigorously.
Fortunately, just a moment, Xiang Xing found something that made her feel very wrong.
It was a very small pure blonde hairpin, and its shape was very simple. There was only a small round gold bead inlaid on a hairpin that was also made of gold.
Except for the pure gold creation which feels very luxurious, everything is very ordinary, like a masterpiece for practice.
But it was such an inconspicuous thing, which made her feel that the aura contained in this thing was somewhat similar to the inner breath of martial arts, and it felt almost the same as the palace bell in the memory fragment. !
In other words, they are the same material.
But intuition told her that this material had something to do with Situ Ling's sudden fainting.
Thinking of this, the little guy suddenly felt a little certain.
She pressed her pink lips lightly, and then carefully picked up the little golden hairpin, and asked Fenghan, "Sister Fenghan, where did you buy this golden hairpin?"
"……what?"
Feng Han couldn't help being stunned for a moment when he was asked such a question.
But he coughed slightly unnaturally, and his eyes flickered, "I didn't buy this...I found the master at the forge, and smelted it with other things."
As she said, she suddenly looked at Xiang Xing with a weird look, and said amusedly, "Little General, don't you like this style?"
This old blacksmith's work is so... ordinary, isn't the little general's taste so special?
"no."
The little guy shook his head gently.
The soft eyes blinked a few minutes, as if they had realized something again. After a moment of indulgence, they continued to speak, "Sister Fenghan, before Chaizi...is it a string of palace bells?"
"……How did you know?!"
Hearing this, Feng Han seemed to be taken aback, her beautiful eyes widened in disbelief.
No way?
This thing... shouldn't be known to a third person.
However, just as Feng Han was thinking about it, he saw his brother suddenly walked out from behind the screen.
The eyes looking at her were full of seriousness: "Ouyang Lian returned the palace bell to you?"
"...Why do you even know the existence of Gong Ling?!"
Feng Han rolled his eyes helplessly.
But in the face of these two inquiring gazes, the woman frowned, and she could only sigh silently.
Shrugged and confessed, "Yes, he forcibly stuffed it back a while ago. I found it an eyesore, so I took it and melted it."