Chapter 40: ring

Although this kind of prayer taught me to rejoice, but I was inevitably lost

because of other things: If Kwong Xihan's reputation was really tired of being

calculated, who would be the one who wanted to calculate her?If you think about it carefully, there are only a few people who can benefit

from it, and the biggest beneficiary is probably the current emperor...

Although I don’t want to think so, no matter from the motivation or the means,

she does Is the most suspicious person.And emotionally, I can’t empathize with Kuang Xihan’s deep friendship with

her. Even if I deliberately prefer her, another questioning voice will always

sound in my heart. I think, probably in this time and space, only Jiang Zhuo

can teach me anything. Believe without reservation... even if the trust is

actually groundless.Perhaps this is the so-called blindness in love.But anyway, this matter just lingers in my heart and lingers; and I don’t want

to bother with it anymore, I also have a thought of evasion in it, I only hope

to divide my mind with other things. Great.Going back to the inn with Jiang Zhuo, I didn’t want my buddies to bother me.

Even if I had the opportunity to be alone with her, the joy in my heart could

not dispel the depression; she seemed to be hiding something in her mind, just

silently wiping her own. Sabre didn't pay attention to me.I remember: This sword is not her love that never leaves her body. I also know

that she doesn't have the habit of wiping and maintaining the sword in her

spare time. She just wants to find something to kill the time.Somehow, there was a bit of grievance in my heart-I suddenly felt that she

didn't care about me very much, never cared about my mood, and suddenly felt

that she was too hypocritical, and she didn't say anything to you, but she was

You didn't explicitly refuse it after you showed your favor, so why are you

trying to make a ** and blame others here?Such mediocre people bother themselves, don't say that she doesn't want to pay

attention to me, even myself, look down on such a self.Gritting his teeth, thinking about how to break the deadlock, suddenly I heard

a knock on the door—I opened the door and saw that she was a young woman

dressed as a helper; she was sturdy and dark-skinned, and her face looked

impatient. Yihong stammered: "This, this, this prince, the prince..."I sighed, and didn't bother to correct her misunderstanding of my gender-it

wasn't the first time anyway-just asked in a cold voice, "What's the matter?""The shopkeeper sent a kid to deliver things." She calmed down and quickly

replied.As he said, a palm-sized wooden box was handed in his hand. The texture was

fine and the color was well-proportioned, but it was a good wood. Looking at

it, it was very valuable. It shows how much the shopkeeper's heart is; what I

asked her to do in the morning was a long time. It was done with her effort,

and the speed was so fast, I'm afraid it was done quickly by staring at the

buddy-it can be seen that she attaches great importance to that piece of jade.This also made me more curious about Yu Jue's real master and the mysterious

organization; as for what to do with this young master's identity, I never

thought about it."Your shopkeeper is interested, give her a word for me, and say I wrote it

down." After receiving the wooden box, I quietly opened it and took a look,

and immediately got a big head, and my smile became a little bit sluggish——

Just instructed her to carve an ordinary small ornament, she was too fussy, it

made me feel embarrassed to send it straight out.Thanks to the guy, I turned around with the box, and subconsciously carried

the box behind me. I didn’t want to teach Jiang Zhuo to see it, but the next

moment I came back to my senses. It’s just that I was deceiving myself—she

was. What a keen mind, how can I not know my actions?If she was taught to think that I had other plans behind her back, it would be

self-defeating.After I wanted to open it, I simply placed the box generously on the table.Jiang Zhuo was wiping the saber's hand for a while, and then kept on wiping

it, but I noticed that she glanced at it without a trace, apparently caring a

little at the box-I couldn't help but smile inwardly: this is pretending The

indifferent Jiang Zhuo is really cute and tight.Pushing the box towards her, I cleared my throat and followed her, pretending

to be indifferent, and said lightly, "Open it and take a look."She finally stopped pretending to be indifferent, stopped the work in her

hands, glanced at me with a smile, and opened the box graciously; although I

tried my best to stabilize the shelf, I was too nervous in the end, I still

rely on holding the corner of my clothes. , Biting his lip to conceal his

anxiety.As the box opened, the only rough-swept ornaments were finally displayed in

front of the two of us, and I was a little bit more embarrassed.It was a silver-white ring, made of high-grade black iron, and it was very

hard. In the center of the ring, I specially improved the design. I added a

fingernail-sized thin slice, which was ground as thin as a cicada's wing, and

it was cut like iron. Mud, on the other side is the mechanism buckle, which is

usually hidden on the surface of the ring. When you want to use it, you only

need to gently open it and push on the buckle—such a mysterious iron ring is

light and convenient, and it can be used as a cutting knife or it can be used.

Peeling the peel is equivalent to a super mini Swiss army knife.The ingenuity of this ring lies in its deceptiveness. If it is not unfolded,

it is just an ordinary ring, and no one can think of its mechanism; I have

also seen samples in the hands of colleagues and played them carefully. Only

after seeing through its key points can craftsmen be taught to do it.The only thing that is inadequate—or just what I’m not satisfied with, is the

ornamentation carved on the ring by the craftsman on his own initiative:

entangled vines, cross-necked birds, lifelike and vivid, although the

craftsmanship is exquisite and admirable. But it added a bit of ambiguous

meaning to this apocalypse to me-I don't know if Dawu has ever circulated the

phrase "I wish to be a bird of love in the sky, and I am willing to be a verse

in the ground"?And after receiving such a gift, would Jiang Zhuo want to bend, thinking that

I was confessing to her... and even begging for her?Although I haven't had this idea, I also know that rejection is the most

likely answer. Another more likely answer is to be beaten and then coldly

rejected.How disgusting this body is, I still have this self-knowledge that Kwong Xihan

has played for so long.She glanced lightly at the ring in the box, didn't take it out, just said

coldly: "Interesting." Then there was no more.I have been paying careful attention to her look. Seeing that she is really

cold and uninterested, the fiery mind is like being poured into a basin of ice

water. The whole is frozen into a piece of ice slag, and it is broken again.

The ground, being blown by the wind, didn't even leave any debris.——I never considered that she would not like the gift I gave.Is it because I have gradually forgotten our discord and grudges in this

increasingly close relationship, and have become more and more complacent?Did she see my mind and didn't want to accept it... or was she branded with

disgust just because the gift came from her own hands?After all, I was unwilling. I gritted my teeth and asked: "You, don't you try?

If you don't like me, I will teach people to do something else..."Before I finished speaking, I saw that she suddenly put down the saber and

silk kerchief in her hand, and turned her face to look at me, her eyes were

serious and far-reaching, and she saw that I was about to fall into the

bottomless cold. Tanzhong almost ignored her rhetorical question: "This is

mine?""Yeah... I know this is not a valuable thing, probably you look down on it,

and you don't like it..." Before I finished speaking, I saw someone who was

originally cold and indifferent suddenly took it. Passing the ring—almost as

if I had hacked it away, for fear that I would regret it—this anomaly shocked

me."It's good, I don't like it." She put the ring on her index finger, she

stretched her fingers, and the corners of her mouth gently twitched, unlike

the way she wiped the saber indifferently, she felt it inexplicably. Her mood

was already happy.I just recollected it now: Did she think that this ring was not for her, so

she was angry?If you think about it in detail, it means more.Is it possible that you are jealous?Alas, if that's the case, I'll have fun.I'm afraid that with her so indifferent temperament, she decided she wouldn't

have such an idea.The ring was worn on her index finger, making her index finger more verdant as

jade, slender and slender, many times better than those artists who played the

piano; I stared at her finger, and her face was stained. Ashamed, I thought

secretly, this ring really looked like a wedding ring, if I could wear it on

her ring finger by myself.——Oh, what are you thinking about!I haven't even thought of getting married yet.Shaking my head, I smiled at Jiang Zhuo, as if the corners of my mouth could

not be leveled, and did not hesitate to compliment myself: "It looks good.""The boss has a heart." She didn't thank her, but she said softly, Qingfeng

Langyue's smile, and she taught me that my heart was broken, and I could not

wait to pick all the moon in the sky to her."It's fine if you like it." I scratched my cheek, a little bit embarrassed to

look at her."What does the sign engraved in this ring mean?" She rubbed the surface of the

ring with her fingertips, and asked suddenly."Ah, that, that is, it is... the mark in the store, I don't know too well."

Suddenly when asked by her, I stammered back, but subconsciously lied.Engraved in the ring was the only pattern I ordered the craftsman to add: a

heart.I thought it was secret, but when I think about it, according to Jiang Zhuo's

careful observation, how could he not discover it?When asked by her, how could I be ashamed to tell her that the meaning of this

heart is a pun, which not only represents my name, but also represents what I

want to give her-it is my heart.I only dared to brew such hypocritical youthful AIs back and forth in my

heart, but I did not dare to say it in any way.