Records of the Cattle and Horses of Chang'an

Chapter 271 Plum Blossom Silver Hairpin

Xia Zhenying was a little uncomfortable with such an intimate hug and lowered her head shyly. Just as she was about to say something, she heard Jiang Wangri yelling and rushing over: "Sister! Why are you hugging her!"

The relationship between Jiang Wangri and Xia Zhenying was in jeopardy at this moment. Who knew that when the younger brother came out of the shower and saw this scene, the sense of crisis that had disappeared for a long time surged into his heart again. Cousin is cousin, biological sister is biological sister, and his sister can only be the best to him in the world!

The two sisters, who were just talking to each other affectionately, were startled by the shout and let go of each other immediately. Jiang Shangxian reacted and slapped his chest and glared at his brother: "Why are you shouting so loudly! Aren't you afraid of scaring people to death?"

Jiang Wangri ran over and saw Jiang Shangxian still holding the comb in his hand. He knew what was going on and jumped up at Xia Zhenying: "Cousin, how can you be so cunning! Didn't we agree that I would give it to you first?"

"Nonsense! When did I ever agree to that?" Xia Zhenying didn't want to give him any slack. She put her hands on her hips and started arguing with him. After all, he had come to her and told her that if he wanted to give his sister a gift, he had to give it first before she could give it. Why? Was there a priority for giving gifts?

She was also a little angry, but perhaps because she was afraid of being heard by Old Madam Xia and Jiang's mother, she didn't speak loudly.

Jiang Wangri was panting with anger, panting like a dog that had just run a marathon. Jiang Shangxian hurried to intervene: "Erlang, how can you talk to your cousin like that? What's the point of arguing about who comes first? What Zhenying gave was Zhenying's gift, and what you gave was yours. We're not from the same family. What did you want to give me? Why don't you take it out and give it to me?"

The younger brother snorted and ran off again. Xia Zhenying suddenly felt regretful. She had come here to stay for a while, and Jiang Wangri was her real brother. She wrung her hands nervously and apologized to Jiang Shangxian, "Cousin, I shouldn't have said that to my cousin."

Jiang Shangxian quickly hugged her again upon hearing this: "What are you talking about? Ever since you came here, who wouldn't treat you as a family member? It just so happens that your aunt only gave birth to a brother for me, and you came here so I have a sister. You are my sister, so naturally you are his elder sister. Even if you scold him a few times, so what? But you are not allowed to tell others about it. If my mother and grandmother hear it, they will definitely be heartbroken."

"Hey!" Xia Zhenying was cheered up by her words. She raised her little face and tilted her head and said, "Then cousin, I'll go back to my room first, so that Erlang won't make a fuss later."

Jiang Shangxian touched her head and said, "Go back and dry your hair before going to sleep. I'll talk to Erlang when he comes over later."

"Hey!"

After watching his cousin return to her room, Jiang Shangxian lowered his head and was about to put the comb back into his purse when he heard the sound of footsteps again. He knew it was Jiang Wangri without even looking up.

"Sister! Look!" The little brother raised his nose to the sky, put one hand on his waist and the other hand almost poked her nostril.

Jiang Shangxian strategically took two steps back to avoid having his boogers picked out by others, then looked at the silver hairpin in his hand: "Are you hiding some private money from your mother?"

"Nonsense! You're slandering me!" Jiang Wangri stared at his sister fiercely, "This is what my mother and I agreed on."

He had long planned to save money to buy a silver hairpin for his sister!

Jiang Shangxian looked at the plain silver hairpin in her hand. The silver plate on the top was hollowed out and engraved with cloud patterns and plum blossom patterns. The lines were smooth and the edges were neat. She was moved again. This time, even her nose felt a little sore. "You bought it just for me? Not for my mother? Come with me to the house to get money later. You can buy one for my mother tomorrow too."

Jiang's mother actually now has two very heavy gold hairpins, which were given to her by Jiang Shangxian. The main feature of them is their weight, so they will definitely be very conspicuous when worn outside. However, her mother was afraid that they were too valuable and she would be heartbroken if she accidentally lost them, so she refused to wear them.

As for the one Cui Bianxu gave her, it goes without saying that Jiang's mother would touch it every day before going to bed.

Jiang Wangri asked in confusion, "Sister, did you steal Mother's money box again?"

"What are you talking about?!" The warm atmosphere was destroyed in an instant, and Jiang Shangxian patted him on the shoulder in dissatisfaction.

"Then why should we buy a silver hairpin for Mother? All our money is with Mother. She can just buy whatever she wants." Twelve-year-old Jiang Wangri did not quite understand how great the identity of a mother was.

Jiang Shangxian directly inserted the silver hairpin on her hair and pulled him into the house. "How could Mother be willing to buy it? The ones your brother-in-law and I gave her were too expensive. She was afraid of losing it and couldn't bear to wear it. It's just right that you gave her a smaller one, so she wouldn't be too sad even if she lost it."

"Sister, you're talking nonsense. Even if I lost a small amount of silver, even if it was as small as a grain of rice, I wouldn't be able to sleep."

Jiang Shangxian stuffed the money into his hand in a bad mood and immediately kicked him out: "Just buy it when I tell you to! If you dare to disobey, I'll have Lao Fan deal with you! Also, Zhenying is your cousin, you are not allowed to bully her, otherwise I'll have your brother-in-law deal with you!"

Jiang Wangri walked away with a pout and a grumble.

At the same time, after drinking tea with his two uncles and expressing his gratitude, Cui Bianxu, holding the marriage certificate, was excitedly writing a letter to his father. The main content of the letter was that he must choose more dates for the wedding, and it would be better if it was as soon as possible. He really needed a wife to spend the long night alone in Chang'an.

Just as he was writing furiously, there was a knock on the door. It was Jian Ming outside: "Jiulang, I want to see the doctor."

"Who?" Cui Bianxu's originally happy jawline tightened little by little as he raised his head.

Damn it! He was so engrossed in his writing that he was suddenly interrupted, causing his hand to tremble and the pen tip to slip out of his grasp. This entire page of letter was wasted.

Jian Ming could hear the displeasure in his tone even through the door, so he pushed the door open and walked in, saying, "He's the one who used to work for you, Jiulang, and is now a Langzhong in the Ministry of Personnel's Examination and Reward Department."

From the Mirror Sea?

Cui Bianxu's brows knitted together: "What is he doing here?"

To bring bad luck to him on such a happy day?

"The doctor said that Jiulang took care of him when he was in the Dali Temple. Today, he heard that Jiulang was engaged, so he came here specially to congratulate him." Jian Ming knew that the doctor seemed to have some dissatisfaction with his husband.

But they came openly. Today, besides a lot more people came to watch the fun at the Cui family's door, there were also a lot more people staring at them. If the doorman directly drove away the people who came to congratulate him, wouldn't that cause people to talk about him?

He came to report under pressure, ah...

Cui Bianxu held his forehead, his eyes fixed on the letter he had written in vain, but he didn't focus. He didn't know what he was thinking. Just when Jianming couldn't help but want to look up, he saw him light a page of letter and throw it into the copper basin and pick up the pen again: "Please ask him to come in."