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On the side, Zhang Xian looked admiringly: "Sister Xia knows a lot!"

"It's just that my brother studied on weekdays. I just managed to remember it after listening to it too much. It's not worthy of your praise."

"I also want to study in the future." Zhang Xian looked forward to, "Then I can know many things in this way!"

"That's what you said. After I go back, I'll visit the master in the village." Zhang He said.

Zhang Xianjing hesitated when she said this.Looking at the way the "brothers" got along, Xia Jiniang felt very relaxed and comfortable, and couldn't help being moved and smiled.

The warm spring day left traces of pink on her face, and when she smiled at this moment, she was like a crabapple blooming quietly.Zhang He looked at her for a while, then looked away, and then secretly stared at her for a long time.Xia Jiniang noticed her gaze and felt ashamed: "What are you looking at?"

Zhang He concealed: "That crabapple flower is quite beautiful, do you want to buy it and take it back?"

"Why did Zhang Erlang ask me?"

Zhang He was at a loss for words, so she couldn't say that she asked Xia Ji Niang because she liked it, could she?But why she wanted to do this, she still couldn't figure it out.

Seeing that she didn't answer, Xia Jiniang thought that her own question made it difficult for her to answer, and changed her words: "If Zhang Erlang has spare money, he can buy it back, but the road is bumpy, so it may be difficult to carry it."

"That's all." Zhang He shook his head.

The three of them walked through the sea of ​​flowers and the sea of ​​people, and arrived at the Temple of Flowers.

In front of the temple, many people are selling items made by themselves, including cloth woven by girls who know women's red, medicinal materials brought for sale from a herbal medicine shop far away, and birds and animals caught from the forest.Looking around, there are countless kinds of items placed here, and it is very lively.

In front of the temple, besides the common people who trade, the young women who come to offer sacrifices to the God of Flowers are the most numerous.Almost all of them walked together, walking wildly in spring, composing poems and singing songs, which attracted the men nearby to wait and see; when they shyly smiled and talked to each other, they were like thousands of delicate flowers blooming, and those men were even more lost because of it. There was only a dull look left on his face.

Zhang He looked at them enviously, thinking that if she hadn't been a person who had strict requirements on her future, she wouldn't mind living here as a woman.The women here continue the bold and unrestrained style of the Tang Dynasty. They can not only go out at will, but also smile and show their teeth in front of men.

It's just that no matter how free women are, this is still a man-dominated society. Men can have multiple concubines, but women have to tolerate the existence of concubines and illegitimate children.As far as her embarrassing status is concerned, although she and Zhang Xian were not illegitimate children born outside, and they had not been bullied or scolded by the royal family, they could compete with Zhang Yan for family property openly.

As for others, if she were Zhang Tingyu's wife Liu, she would be pissed to death.This is also the reason why Zhang He never complained about Zhang Yan and the Liu family. Instead, he felt that Liu's willingness to give her and Zhang Xian a hundred acres of fertile land was already generous.

However, because she is not the original Zhang He, she habitually thinks from the perspective of a bystander, as if she does not have much affection for the biological mother of this body, and she will not have any worries or entanglements with the Zhang family. Feelings.

Zhang Xian was the only one she had tried to bestow family affection on during this year.

Seeing Zhang He staring at those women, Xia Jiniang dispelled a lot of doubts along the way, and thought: He really is a man.

When she saw Zhang He for the first time, she mistook him for a woman, but when she learned that she was "Brother Donkey", her doubts were resolved.But after getting along again and again, she became suspicious again. Apart from Zhang He's really thin figure, she felt that her face was so handsome that she didn't look like a man.

A man of Zhang He's age, like her second uncle's son, would have a hoarse, rough voice, bruises around his mouth, and pimples on his face.On the other hand, Zhang He, except for his hoarse voice with a hint of tenderness, his face was still clean.

Thinking of this, Xia Jiniang gritted her teeth again: youth is when you are easily emotional, no wonder he always stares at women!

Without knowing that Xia Jiniang had thought so much in just a short moment, Zhang He looked away. She was worried that Zhang Xian would get lost, so she carried him on her back.Turning around and seeing the people rushing over, she subconsciously reached out and took Xia Jiniang's hand, pulling it aside.

Xia Jiniang stared at her blankly, feeling the warmth from the calloused soft palm in her hand.Realizing that something was wrong, she quickly withdrew her hand and stared at Zhang He like a frightened bird.

Zhang He was stunned by her eyes, and hurriedly explained: "I didn't do it on purpose, I was afraid that people coming up from behind would knock you down, if there is a stampede..."

"This is not the first time." Xia Jiniang thought, the last time they were so close was in the field.But this time Zhang He held her hand for a long time, she actually felt a little shy, and her heart "thumped".

Following the flow of people into the Flower Temple, on the flower trees all over the mountain, many women are tying the silk ribbons they have woven with their hearts to the branches to add color to the flower trees.And many literati and women sat under the flower tree, and the petals falling from the sky made them feel poetic, and they recited poems casually.

Zhang He sighed, if she had a bit of ink in her stomach, she might also have the pleasure of composing poems casually.As a graduate of an engineering college, she only knows programming. Apart from learning a little calligraphy in interest classes since she was a child, she can say that she has nothing to do with "ancient style" at all, and she doesn't understand why the person who crosses over is her!

The bustle inside and outside the city didn't stop until the evening, but the people who went out for an outing came back, and some people who wanted to leave the city before the city gate closed also all left the city.The young talents and young women in the Huashen Temple went home one after another, and the vendors who set up stalls in front of the Huashen Temple also packed up their things.

Unlike the Huashen Temple which is lively during the day and other places deserted, towards evening, the Huashen Temple gradually becomes deserted, while the streets and alleys elsewhere ushered in the most prosperous and lively time.

On the way back to the mansion, Zhang Xian was so tired that he fell asleep on Zhang He's back.Although Zhang He looked tired, he felt that the trip was worthwhile.

She bought some silk and brought it to Xia Jiniang, and imitated those girls and tied them to the flower branches, not only Zhang Xian was addicted to his eyes, but even Xia Jiniang was very happy.The two had a good time, and she, who was not interested in the Flower Festival, naturally kept this day in her heart a little bit.

After returning to the mansion shop, he ordered some food, and then Zhang He planned to go out again.Xia Jiniang said: "It's been a day's journey, do you still want to go out?"

"I'm going to buy some things. I'm familiar with the road here, so you don't have to worry." Zhang He smiled slightly.

"Can you do it alone?"

"I will ask someone to bring it back here, and please ask Miss Xia to take care of the deer for me."

Seeing Zhang He's figure disappear into the alley, Xia Jiniang returned to the room.

She opened the window and looked out. There was a street below. The street was illuminated by the lanterns of the mansions and restaurants on both sides. The cries of hawkers selling pasta came one after another. Although it was noisy, it also showed the lively place in the city.

Usually at this time in the village, almost no one has gone out, and the field is even darker and quieter. This kind of scene is rare.

Xia Jiniang was lying on the window sill, listening to the euphemistic, rhyming little words coming from the throat of the musicians in the restaurant not far away, and suddenly remembered the picture of Zhang He staring at some women in a daze today. .Her thoughts flew away, and she couldn't help wondering whether the reason why Zhang He went to buy things so late and not tomorrow was because of the girls in the Goulan cottage...

Zhang He's figure suddenly appeared at the corner of the street, and she suddenly withdrew her reverie, feeling ashamed of her speculation.

The porter who followed Zhang He returned to the mansion shop carrying bags after bags of things, and went upstairs again after establishing a certificate for storing the goods with the shopkeeper of the mansion shop.

It took a while before Zhang He knocked on the door of Xia Jiniang's room. Xia Jiniang went over to open the door with a little guilty conscience. Seeing that Zhang He was sweating profusely, she knew that she was shopping non-stop without resting.

Zhang He touched the bag hanging on the leather belt around his waist, then took out something wrapped in cloth and handed it to her, saying, "A thank you gift for Mrs. Xia."

Xia Jiniang took the object, removed the cloth, and saw clearly that it was a horn hairpin by the light of the only lamp in the small room.The head of the hairpin is engraved with patterns and patterns, but upon closer inspection it is the pattern of crabapple flowers, and the beam of the hairpin is also carved with patterns of branches, the whole hairpin is like a crabapple flower that has just been broken from a tree!

Xia Jiniang was stunned for a moment, and her mood suddenly became chaotic.

Zhang He said: "Mistress Xia saved Lu'er, but I haven't repaid it yet! I also remembered that I lost my hairpin because Lady Xia saved Lu'er. I feel very sorry. I can only give you one back. It's a thank you gift, and it's also my gift." Mind."

Xia Jiniang came back to her senses and looked at her quietly, with mixed feelings in her heart.She lost the hairpin when she rescued Zhang Xian, and she never mentioned it, how did Zhang He know?

If Zhang He noticed it when they met for the first time, it meant that Zhang He was also very careful.It's just that after such a long time, Zhang He still remembers it, which also makes her don't know how to express it.

What made her even more at a loss as to how to answer was that Zhang He didn't seem to know the meaning of sending hairpins? !

She gently pushed the hairpin back: "I can't take this."

"Why?" Zhang He scratched his head.

"..." Xia Jiniang straightened her words, "It's too precious. This hairpin can be seen to be made of a whole ox horn at a glance, and there is no trace of connection between the crabapple pattern and the beam of the hairpin. And this crabapple The flowers are carved so vividly and delicately that there would be no such thing as a well-known craftsman or shop, and this must cost hundreds of pennies!"

Zhang He blinked, thinking that Xia Jiniang really had a discerning eye, and she could see the origin of this hairpin at a glance.But afraid that she would not accept it, he hurriedly said, "It's not that expensive, it's only seventy Wen!"

"My wooden hairpin was given to me by my mother, and it's not worth much. This hairpin is worth seventy coins, which is very precious."

Zhang He was a little at a loss by her evasion, so he grabbed her hand and stuffed the hairpin into her hand: "I know that any hairpin can't match your original one, but this is from my heart." Thank you, if I say it's not valuable, then it's not valuable, if you continue to evade, I will, I will ignore you."

"..." Xia Jiniang put away her hairpin in astonishment, and watched Zhang He turn back to her and Zhang Xian's room, and after a long time, she closed the door silently, went back to the bed and sat down.

"What does he mean?" Xia Jiniang looked at the hairpin and sighed.

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