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"Sister-in-law, have you seen the purse on my brother's body?" Yu Tingwan smiled, "He said he would always wear the black one."

She said in a relaxed tone: "The cloud pattern embroidery method was taught to me by Mrs. Wang."

When Xie Yun took out the drawing, he glanced at Xie Xuan angrily: "You don't understand female celebrities at all. What will you do if Marquis Pingyang asks you for a sachet?"

Xie Xuan also laughed: "You can let the princess do it, it is better than my needlework."

If this hadn't happened, Xie Xuan could at least have said nonsense, "I also made one for him, and he plans to wear it in turn."

But now, she couldn't make up even a legitimate reason, and her resentment towards Yu Xiuyun reached its peak.

She just thinks her husband is stupid.

The first time Xie Xuan saw the purse, she asked Yu Xiuyun to enter the palace without it.

Black with red gold patterns, it didn't match him at first glance. It was too eye-catching, but her husband was stubborn and kept wearing it Wanwan unless he agreed.

Marquis Pingyang was not even willing to open his purse and put something in it, so he wore it as a jade pendant, but it was gone the next day.

Xie Xuan was a little angry. It was obvious that he didn't listen, and she had to share in the bitter consequences.

Thinking of the sweat on Yu Xiuyun's forehead, she still planned to use some of her husband-wife friendship to help cover it up.

"Of course he wears it every day, but the night before I left Beijing, he put his purse and clothes together, and some servant took them to wash them all, and I don't know if he found them or not."

Xie Xuan did not forget to add: "Your brother is going through the Marquis Mansion, I guess he should be able to find it."

"In this case, it's probably impossible to find it." Yu Tingwan's voice was calm. After finishing speaking, she found that the person in front of her seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and said softly: "It doesn't matter if you can't find it. That purse is not suitable for brother. I'll try it again next time. Make it light cyan.”

"No need to."

Xie Xuan quickly refused, not asking her to touch the needle and thread again. She held her fingertips and said, "There are so many blood spots on your fingers. Your brother is very distressed. Just buy a wallet."

Xie Xuan frowned and looked down at Yu Tingwan's fingertips, not noticing the subtle look on her face.

Marquis Pingyang has been unable to see messy things since he was a child. His pens must be hung neatly and the distance between both ends of the paperweight should be the same as the paper. When he was a boy, he had a fight with someone and was punished to kneel down when he came back. He took his time and put away his tattered coat first. He took it off, folded it and put it at his feet, making his father laugh angrily.

Yu Tingwan's throat tightened, how could her brother mix up his clothes and purse.

The black color is so dazzling among the light colors. The servants of the Hou Mansion can serve the master, not to mention the blind ones, and even the careless ones. How could they get it wrong.

There was a small compartment in that purse. After she finished, she just waited for her brother to come to the door.

One time when she was painting, she couldn't help it. She cut out a small piece of Shengxuan, wrote a few words on it, and put it in the mezzanine.

Open your wallet and you can see it.

If the elder brother had seen it first, he would have understood everything and would have presented it to the emperor.

If, as she expected, the purse was in Pei Zhi's hands, that would be even better.

My brother refused to let go, it must have been the emperor's order.

Yu Tingwan didn't understand the situation clearly and didn't want to embarrass his brother too much, so he might as well give the message to Pei Zhi directly.

Although the raw material is soft, you can notice something strange if you touch the purse carefully without even opening it.

The things she had given Pei Zhi earlier were almost gone. As long as he got the purse, there was no way he wouldn't be able to miss those words.

As soon as he saw the lovesickness poem that Pei Zhi kept thinking about, he would immediately understand that the purse was for him.

"After the jade flute blows, the moon turns like frost, and dreams break through the twelve lines of Wushan.

When the clouds and rain disperse, people tend to grow old, and the road across Guanhe River is too long.

The spring breeze brings willows and green silk streets, and the pear blossoms and white snow hall fill the night sky.

I want to send my lovesickness thousands of miles away. When will the blue waves arrive in Xiaoxiang? "

How could such a poem be written to my brother?

She thought about how upset he was and wanted to see him and ask him clearly.

As a result, there was not even a trace of Pei Zhi. Now that Xie Xuan is here, he is still tight-lipped.

He asked the guards to monitor her, and he must know that she is pregnant.

Yu Tingwan remembered that man's expression of great anticipation when he was talking about who should be chosen as the future crown prince's companion at the Taiye Pond.

He still cares about his first child and is willing to give him anything, but refuses to show it at all.

He didn't react after seeing those few words, and made up his mind to leave her here.

Pei Zhi just didn't want to see her.

The more Yu Tingwan thought about it, the more certain he became, and the uncontrollable annoyance became stronger.

He was the emperor, sitting comfortably in the Weiyang Palace, knowing her every move, but her eyes were darkened and she could only figure it out on her own.

Xie Xuan raised her eyes and saw that her face was flushed. She didn't think she was angry. She looked around and said, "Is it too hot? I'll take you back."

Yu Tingwan nodded and lowered his eyes when his sister-in-law looked concerned.

Since the emperor doesn't allow others to tell the truth, she doesn't need to test her brother and sister-in-law anymore, causing embarrassment in vain.

Autumn hunting was coming in two days, and Pei Zhi couldn't get away. When the autumn hunting was over, she had to find a way to let him show up.

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Next to the imperial desk, after the servant polished the ink, he stood aside politely, waiting for instructions.

The person serving in front of the emperor today is Mao'an. Among the people in front of the emperor, he is the one who loves to camp.

He was always paying attention to His Majesty from the corner of his eye, and saw the man's hand touching the black purse again, and his fingertips carefully caressing the cloud patterns on it.

Every time he saw His Majesty touching the purse, Mao'an's scalp became numb and his heart became more and more panicked.

That day he took the purse to be washed, and to show his diligence he did it himself, soaking the items in water soaked in soap locust. When he opened the purse and was about to clean it with a soft brush, he found something inside.

It looked like it was paper or something like that. Not to mention whether the handwriting could be read clearly, it was almost turned into pulp by water.

Mao'an only knew that it belonged to Marquis Pingyang, and the paper inside should also belong to Marquis Pingyang. He couldn't guess whether it was important or not.

He regretted in his heart that he didn't open it and take a look first. If it was something important, he might have cleaned the chamber pot.

Who doesn't know that His Majesty's chamberlains have been changing around, and no one has really won the Emperor's heart so far. Mao'an prides himself on being the best at observing people's emotions. He knows that His Majesty doesn't like to talk too much, so he has always been taciturn, and he has indeed been praised.

He was greatly encouraged and looked forward to winning the emperor's favor in the future. Even if he could not stay in the imperial court for a long time, he would still be able to find a good job in the Shaofu.

Mao'an comforted himself these days, it must be unimportant.

That piece of paper belongs to Marquis Pingyang, what does it have to do with His Majesty?

Marquis Pingyang himself didn't care. If Da Lala stayed inside, His Majesty would be even less likely to care.

He could just pretend it didn't happen.

Mao'an did not dare to look at the black color on the case anymore out of the corner of his eye. Just as the letter from the guard in charge of the clothes arrived, he silently retreated to the outer hall.

Pei Zhi opened the letter and after reading it for a few times, he couldn't help but breathe quickly and kneaded the black purse with his fingers.

What do you mean by "making it light blue again"? Yu Tingwan is always so free.

She didn't even have her ears pierced because she was afraid of pain. When she was around him, he would put a little force on her hands and she would complain of pain.

Now that she has left the womb, she spends all her time making bags for others, and doesn't even care about pricking bleeding spots with her fingers.

Yu Tingwan was willing to spend a month making gifts for Marquis Pingyang, but he didn't even have time to think about him.