Chapter 922: She remembers this is the hair band she wore when she was young

Yin Sinian was immersed in Liu Yinhua's joy, and did not notice Shen Yichao's abnormal emotions.
He talked eloquently: "Chunniang, when Yanyan marries Shen Yijue, let's go to Chang'an. Although we can't be the king and hegemony in this life, it is good to be able to go to the capital to go shopping. Shen Yijue is an infatuation. He will definitely serve you and me well. Chunniang, our blessing is behind!"
After saying this, Yu Guang noticed that Shen Yichao was still here.
He solemnly said, "What are you still doing here?"
Shen Yichao wrapped his hands in his wide sleeves, slowly turning the sun, moon and stars ring between his fingers.
He lowered his eyelashes, and his pupils shattered from the gap between the eyelashes, strange and cold.
He said warmly: "Premier Yin had a great time crossing the river and demolishing the bridge."
His pupils fell on Xiao Chunshen's body, and he pulled the corner of his mouth: "As early as in Jinguan City, I heard Yulouchun's predecessors mention you. As Yanyan's parents, one of you abandoned your flesh and blood and left for a man. , A person who uses his own daughter as a bargaining chip...If you don't love her, why give birth to her again?"
He hates the coldness and betrayal.
However, she pityed her being abused by her parents.
The mountain breeze blows into the hall, and the candle flame is extinguished.
His figure was elongated, casting a Shura-like shadow on the wall.
Yin Sinian and Xiaochun felt deep, feeling a chill over their spine for no reason.
Shen Yichao's thin lips lightly opened: "You will only cause torture and burden to Yanyan if you are alive. It would be better to... die a hundred, so that she will have no worries."
Yin Sinian's face was pale, and he stood up suddenly.
He pointed to Shen Yichao: "You, you are bold!"
Shen Yichao smiled deeper.
The mountain breeze is even stronger.
Silhouettes of struggling and fighting are reflected on the wall, like a lively shadow puppet show.
Warm blood splashed on the candlestick, and the orange flame leaped hard, and then slammed into annihilation in wax tears and blood.
Shen Yichao's half-length white coat was stained with scarlet blood.
He stepped over the threshold.
The mountain breeze blew the lantern hanging under the corridor to the ground. The flame of the wick swallowed the whole lantern in an instant. The fire grew stronger and spread along the withered grass in front of the door to the hall.
Several dead men walked out of the hall and bowed their hands in salute: "Lord Xiaolang?"
It's almost dawn.
Shen Yichao's eyes were dark, staring at the distant sky.
The darkness of the mountains stretched towards the sky, winding towards the end of the sky.
Can't see where the way forward is.
His hairpin fell off some time ago, and his knee-length crow green hair fluttered in disorder, entangled with the dirty wide sleeves, and his eyebrows were stained with evil that was not available in the past.
He said warmly: "Go down the mountain."
...
Prefect.
When Nan Baoyi woke up, it was sunset.
She sat up with support and moved her legs, only to realize the heavy soreness of her legs like lead.
"Woke up?"
Xiao Yi came in from outside with a large bowl of hot soup in his hand.
The most authentic mutton soup in Luoyang, Xiao Yi knew that his little girl loves spicy food, so he asked the kitchen to sprinkle more pepper, one end came in, and the room was full of the fresh fragrance of mutton soup.
But it broke Nan Baoyi.
She swallowed, "How did the second brother know I'm hungry?"
Xiao Yi sat on the couch, scooped up a spoonful of soup, blew it, and brought it to her mouth: "You have walked the mountain road for so long, and slept for a whole day. It is strange that you are not hungry."
Nan Baoyi smiled shyly.
The entrance of the mutton soup was fresh and delicious, which instantly relieved all the girl’s exhaustion.
"Delicious!"
She admired.
Without waiting for Xiao Yi to feed again, she picked up the big bowl by herself, slurped and drank to the bottom, and even ate the mutton cleanly.
Because the mutton soup was too spicy, her lips looked red, like being smeared with chili-colored mouth fat, and she kept exhaling, just feeling very enjoyable.
Xiao Yi pursed her lips and smiled, and handed her a cup of warm water: "If you like it, I will ask the small kitchen to make you another bowl tomorrow."
"It made it." Nan Baoyi relieved the hotness, wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, and said with concern, "How is Boss Han? Does her injury matter? There will be no sequelae, right?"
"rest assured."
Xiao Yi touched the top of her dark hair.
Nan Baoyi noticed the hairband wrapped around his wrist.
Before going to Laojun Mountain, he tied the two on her hair bun.
She took his hand and looked at it carefully.
The dark red hairband wrapped with gold thread strung a coin that beats the money. Because of the age, the color gradually faded and it was a bit old.
She remembered that this was the hair band she wore when she was young.
He actually kept it.
She touched the edge of the hairband. The edge of the gold thread was worn out badly. He used to dance his guns and wrestles. If he wears it for a while, the hairband will be worn out...
Seeing her care, Xiao Yi said, "I will be more careful in the future."
Nan Baoyi raised her eyebrows: "No need, this kind of hairband is sold everywhere, just buy two more."
Xiao Yi said nothing.
How can the new hairband be the same as the old one?
It doesn't smell of her at all.
Nan Baoyi turned out his right hand again.
He wears a hand made of pure gold on his right wrist, and the four small characters "Yishengyishi" are engraved on the inside.
She remembers that when she first arrived in Chang'an City, she had an awkward relationship with him and misunderstood that he asked to marry Ji Zhenzhen, so she refused to be with him again.
He was angry, so he asked a goldsmith to create a pair of golden hand shims and a gold collar, put the collar on her, and declared his ownership.
Nan Baoyi touched the collar around her neck.
As a token of love, it is somewhat rustic.
However, he is a big man, he can think of such a token, it is already great.
She thought about everything she had experienced after coming to Chang'an, and laughed and joked: "I was injured in the mine. I was very sad to learn that I would not be able to have children from now on. I blamed you a little bit and I don’t want to Because of you, my family was thrown into the chaos of Chang'an. I told you to go, and I was determined to part ways with you. You were also angry, and you made a ruthless remark, which I still remember."
Xiao Yi thought of the cruel words, his ears were reddish.
He hugged Nan Baoyi, leaned against her in the tent, shamelessly: "I clearly said nothing."
Nan Baoyi looked up at him. The mandible line was smooth and beautiful.
She held back a laugh, learned his tone at the time, and said: "Someone said:'If I count as a scumbag, I will see you again in the future. I'm the dog who doesn't believe in words and words.'"
She smiled brilliantly: "After two days, you came to see me secretly again! You are not ashamed!"
The pomegranate flower outside the window has withered, and the pomegranate fruit has bent branches.
In the summer evening, the setting sun enters the room.
The light and shadow in the tent are mottled.
When the little girl laughed, her brows and eyes were shining, her lips were red and her teeth were white and her small face was rounded, and her green temples fell on her waist, like scattered flowers.
He looks very happy.
Xiao Yi also laughed and pecked her little mouth. "Such a bad thing is forbidden to remember."
Nan Baoyi leaned firmly in his arms.
But in my heart, how could it be a bad thing?
As long as she experienced it with him, she felt very beautiful.
She wants to remember.
Remember forever.