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Chapter 156 Hairpin Ceremony

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    "Now in Qizhou, the land belongs to Dahua. According to the customs of Dahua, today you and your hairpin should perform the ceremony of marrying your hairpin. This time, my father was negligent. I asked them about this ceremonyfor a while  I can't find a suitable person, so I can only feel wronged by Huaxi." Susukino Nobu looked at his daughter lovingly and said a little apologetically, "I asked the prefect's wife Zhang Luo to organize a simple ceremony. When we arrive in Xiyue,  Father, I will make up the adult ceremony for you according to the customs of Xiyue."

    ¡°Birthdays in previous years were the times when she felt most lonely.  In the six years after Mu Xiangwan's death, she had no relatives around her. Her birthday every year was just a decent meal with Liu's mother and Ding Xiang. After living in the Mu family for more than two years, her birthday was followed by Mu Tianhe's death anniversary, and even more  No one will remember to help her celebrate; when everyone is busy preparing for Yun Lin and Yun Ning to get hair extensions, no one will mention that she will also get hair extensions next year.

    Along the way, even Huaxi forgot his birthday.

    Huaxi smiled at Susukino Shin, "It doesn't matter, those ceremonies are not important I haven't celebrated birthdays with my relatives since I was six years old. Having you by my side this year, even on the road, is better than anything else."

    Susukino Nobu was pleased that his daughter was reasonable, but he also felt sad and felt even more sorry for Huaxi.

    It was rare for father and daughter to sit down and talk, and the conversation lasted for a long time.  Seeing this, Cuiming asked someone to prepare two meals.  At noon, Susukino Shin and Hua Xi ate together.

    In the afternoon, at the Huaxi and Hairpin ceremony, Mrs. Lu, the wife of the prefect of Qizhou, asked Mrs. Xin, the eldest mother of the Feng family, a prominent local family in Qizhou, to be the guest of honor. Her husband had been the prime minister in the previous dynasty and was a first-class royal wife.  Naturally, Mrs. Lu herself was in charge of the ceremony, and Princess Jincheng was the one who praised the ceremony. In addition, Xiao Wu and the dowry women came to watch the ceremony.

    Hua Xi knelt on the white grass mat in a plain dress, listening to Xin's singing Trying to recall the scene on her eighteenth birthday in her previous life, the light and shadow were intertwined, and the memory was blurred In her mind, Mu Xiangwan was gentle and gentle.  The smile, the scene of Liu's mother sewing under the lamp, the scene of laughing and chasing with Lilac Time and space have changed everything in the end. Some things can never be taken back, and the only thing I have to face is tomorrow.

    Suddenly, her hair was tied up and something hard was inserted into her hair.  Huaxi heard the old lady of the Feng family give her the word "Minshen", and then someone helped her up.  I thanked everyone and completed the ceremony.

    At dusk, after seeing off the guests, Huaxi and Susukino bowed and returned to the room.

    The gifts sent by the spectators were still placed on the table, and Muxi was sorting them out, explaining them to Huaxi one by one.

    "In addition to the gifts sent by the princess, Miss Xiao Wu and other maids, there are also these gifts from Mrs. Xin and Mrs. Lu." Muxi pushed a carved wooden box in front of Huaxi, "This is from the King of Thailand  Two Dongzhu and a string of agarwood and coral bracelets were sent.¡±

    Huaxi didn't even open the box, but pushed it back to Muxi, "Put it away." Although she hates Yin Yuanye, she doesn't want to give away the things she gave him, and it's okay to exchange them for money.

    Mu Xi handed the slender brocade box to Hua Xi, "This is from Prince Yin."

    When Huaxi opened it, it was a picture of a fairy under the moon.

    The bright moon is in the sky, a room is full of light, half a furnace of cigarettes, the beauty is raising her head slightly, leaning on the railing to look at the moon, proud and lonely

    Except for this beauty, there is no inscription on the picture. There is only a small seal on the lower left, which reads "Master of Yazhai".

    "Hey, isn't this you, girl?" Mu Xi chuckled twice and glanced at Hua Xi, "This Prince Yin is really thoughtful. Why doesn't he even have an inscription? Could it be that he painted it himself?"

    Huaxi raised his head, glanced at Muxi, and said angrily: "What are you thinking in your head, little girl?"

    " He lowered his head and looked at the picture again. Yin Chengli's wonderful brushstrokes made him look lifelike.  Last time I said that I wanted to have my portrait painted in the palace, but it never happened. I didn't want him to still think about it.

    Huaxi liked this birthday gift very much and said casually: "This painting should be by Yin Shizi. He had promised to paint it earlier, but I have never seen it."

    After saying that, Huaxi put the painting away and gave it to Muxi to put away.

    "Who gave this as a gift?"

    Huaxi asked, pointing to a dark wooden box on the table. Although the wooden box had no decoration, Huaxi felt something different with his tentacles. He looked at it carefully and sniffed it. The aroma was warm and mellow. It really was a good old mountain.  Made of sandalwood.

    "It was sent by Mr. Ouyang." Muxi smiled more cheerfully, "Girl, this year must be a prosperous year, the peach blossoms are in full bloom"

    "When did you learn to read faces? You actually used words to make me up!" Huaxi twisted Muxi's arm. Muxi screamed in pain and shut up obediently, but there was still a smile on his face.  ambiguous.

      Cuiming stood aside and watched the two laughing, and started laughing too.

    Huaxi snorted and ignored Muxi. She lowered her head and carefully opened the wooden box. She glanced at the contents in the box and was speechless.

    Muxi looked over and her eyes suddenly lit up, "Ah, Sister Cuiming, look, who is this wooden sculpture? Why does it look like our girl? That was a portrait just now, but now it is a statue.  !¡±

    Inside the box is a rosewood statue of a tall girl. She is wearing a hooded cloak. The hood is placed on the head of the statue, revealing only a small face with a smile on her face. The outline of her facial features is fifty-six times similar to Huaxi's.  .

    Holding the small wooden sculpture of a girl in his hand, he rubbed it gently with his fingers. The edges of the sculpture were not very rounded, as if they were hand-carved, and it did not take long to complete.

    Could it be that he did it himself?  Hua Xi lowered his head and said nothing, feeling dazed for a while, surprised, confused, and even a little confused

    Seeing Huaxi in a daze, Muxi suppressed her laughter and asked nonchalantly: "Girl, that painting just now was painted by Yin Shizi himself. Do you think it was carved by Mr. Ouyang himself?"

    "How do I know? Probably not. He is the famous cold-faced King of Hell, how can he do these jobs?" Hua Xi did not admit it, but there was a faint expectation in his heart.

    "Master Ouyang seems a bit fierce, but I haven't seen that he is quite kind to the girl." Cuiming chuckled and said, "When I was in Lingzhou, I saw him smiling at the girl It turns out that I  But I heard from someone at the reception desk in the front yard that Prince Ouyang is famous for being polite to women."

    "Hey, that's amazing!" Muxi winked at Cuiming, turned to Huaxi and said, "Girl, how about I go find out who made this statue?"

    The two of them sang together, and Huaxi finally came back to his senses and glanced at Muxi, "Who told you to be troublesome!"

    Then I thought of Cui Ming's words "not false", and also recalled that I had heard that Ouyang Zheng was a widower. I didn't realize it was anything at first, but for some reason, I felt a little uncomfortable when I thought about it again today.

    Looking down at the wood carving again, Huaxi put it back into the box and asked as if unintentionally: "Who is the Princess of Luoxi who died in front of her?"

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    I know it¡¯s useless to apologize, but I still want to say I¡¯m sorry~ I was so busy that I came back after 10 o¡¯clock and coded some to post.  The doctor said that I couldn't rest well. Hey, my old arms and legs are full of problems~~ I don't dare to go to bed late. I will make up for the debt I owe over the weekend.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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