The two of them ate dumplings. According to Donghuan's custom, they had to stay up until dawn. Mingruo was sure that he could not complete this task and washed up and prepared to rest.

Mingruo took off the hairpin with his hair, and it was like a waterfall hair flowing down. She looked at the hairpin in her hand steadily, not the white jade she had always used.

This is a purple jade hairpin, which is warm and delicate. The head of the hairpin is a beautifully carved lotus, and the patterns of each petal are carefully depicted to lifelike.

Si Haochen saw Mingruo staring at his hairpin and asked softly: "Do you like it?"

"I like it, it's very beautiful." Mingruo was sure that this was the most exquisite hairpin she had ever seen.

The hairpins I designed were also exquisite, but were all completed with the help of filament, engraving, inlay and other processes. This hairpins rely entirely on exquisite carving and are beautiful in nature.

"Just like it." Si Haochen didn't say much.

But Mingruo felt that his eyes when he looked at this hairpin were filled with a different feeling. But Mingruo was too tired today and didn't have much energy to think seriously, so he finally came to a conclusion - Si Haochen particularly favored purple.

The next morning, he was awakened by the crackling sound of firecrackers again. Ming Ruo sat up from the quilt, Si Haochen had already put on his clothes and was tidying up the bed, and a small red cloth bag rolled out from under the pillow.

Si Haochen picked it up and looked through it carefully. The small pocket was cut into the shape of a small fish, and there was a circle of drawstrings at the mouth of the fish. Si Haochen pulled the drawstrings and contained a silver ingot of ten taels and a thumb-sized green gourd.

The gourd looks crispy and seems to have just been picked from the vines. But the tentacles are warm, like jade, and exudes a faint fragrance.

"What is this?" Ren Sihaochen had a wide range of knowledge and could not judge the material.

"New Year's red envelope." This was what Mingruo put before going to the hot spring yesterday. After experiencing the strange conversation last night, Mingruo felt a little uncomfortable.

"Thank you." Si Haochen has lived for more than 20 years and has never received a New Year red envelope. When he was a child, he was in the palace, and the emperor and the empress had rewards for every New Year holiday. One for each prince, and nothing special.

"This little gourd has been soaked in potion for a long time. If you wear it on it, you will not be affected by the 'bone-eroding fragrance' and other smoky smoke." This gourd is actually grown casually in the medicinal field space. What is really rare is that the potion soaked in it consumes a lot of rare medicinal materials to achieve the effect of both repelling poison and anti-corrosion.

"I will wear it well." Si Haochen put the small gourd back into the cloth bag and put it in his arms.

"Puff." Si Haochen's action inexplicably reminded Mingruo of the character in literary works - Hua Laoshuan.

"..." Si Haochen was already immune to his princess' inexplicable "silly smile". If he had the ability to read his mind, he would probably catch her and beat her up a few times.

The following days were particularly fulfilling. Most of the time, Mingruo took Xiaobai and Si Haochen to patrol the mountains to satisfy the joy of picking. On a few occasions, he tried to make some nostalgic snacks. Prince Yun was lucky enough to eat them - delicious French fries, not very delicious Roujiamo, and fried chicken chops that were not delicious at all.

"Ahem, the taste is still good, but I forgot that the batter is a bit hard." Mingruo gave Xiaobai the chicken chop that is almost comparable to dried meat. "Xiaobai, you have better teeth, so let me eat it."

Seeing the 'fried chicken chop' that can be used as a grinding stick for Xiaobai, Ming Ruo deeply felt: "My cooking talent can only stay at the stage of talking about war on paper."

"It's just a bit hard, everything else is fine." His Highness Prince Yun's filter has been opened to an outrageous level.

"Haha." Ming Ruo himself didn't have the confidence to say that.

"We will go back tomorrow morning." Si Haochen said in a deep voice.

"Oh." Mingruo suddenly felt even more unhappy.

"What kind of expression is this?" It seemed that even the emperor could eat her.

Ming Ruo stroked Xiaobai's tiger head, "Young Master Xiaobai, we can't go to 'pave the mountains' in the future."

"It's not that you can't come out to play after you go back to the mansion. What are you worried about?" Si Haochen was helpless. Who can tell him what should the princess do if she doesn't want to go back to the mansion? (Ranyi: Just grab and beat him... Prince Yun: Who dares to hit my wife!)

"That's right." Mingruo blinked his big watery eyes.

Si Haochen felt that she must be making some tricks, but he didn't ask, for fear that his heart would not be able to stand it.

Mingruo has never been a person who is sad about spring and autumn. Since he is about to leave, he will start packing his luggage.

I saw a few bunches of azaleas that were forgotten on the windowsill, which were raised by river water, which were basically dead. The ice spring water also showed signs of withering. The ones raised by well water were almost the same as those who had just broken down from the tree, but the buds were completely blooming.

The well water in this space is a bit outrageous, Mingruo quickly put the bouquet of flowers into the space.

After Mingruo sorting it out, when they left the next day, the thatched hut had returned to the state of being "limited by the house" when they came. The clay pots and baskets that Aunt Li gave them to them were put on the table by Mingruo, and a few pieces of silver were placed in the clay pot, just to treat it as a thank you for their care these days.

"Xiaobai, come on." It was still too cool to bring a tiger back. Mingruo made a cat nest for Xiaobai in a small backpack.

Xiaobai shook his fur and jumped into the basket: "Meow."

"Let's go." Si Haochen opened the door.

"Oh." Before the sky was dawn, there was mist in the mountains. Mingruo took a few steps and almost tripped by a vine, "Ah..."

"Be careful." Si Haochen held Mingruo's hand.

They walked to the entrance of Guihua Village, and Mingruo saw a carriage parked under the old osmanthus tree.

"Master, Madam." Shiwu ran over excitedly, took the basket from Mingruo's hand, "Please take it."

When Fifteen saw the lazy little white cat lying inside, he was shocked. He still remembered that the little thing almost exposed the assassin's face with his claws... Did this cat actually follow his master and his wife? This ability really made them feel ashamed of secret guards.

Si Haochen helped Mingruo get onto the carriage. Mingruo was still very familiar with this car. Every time they returned to the capital, they seemed to be riding in this car.

"If you are so sleepy, just sleep for a while." Si Haochen took off his cloak and hung it on the clothes hanger.

"I'm not sleepy." Mingruo was blown by the cold wind for a while and was no longer sleepy.

Si Haochen leaned against the pillow and patted the position beside him: "It will take a long time to get there."

"How long is it?" Mingruo sat down with his knees in his arms.

"Well... it's about the hour of You."

"Ha." Mingruo's eyes widened, "It's going to be so long for a day!"
Chapter completed!