When Wang walked out of Qin Liuxi's courtyard, she lowered her head slightly and looked at the object in her hand, her thoughts feeling a little dazed for a moment.
She came to give Qin Liuxi the late jade hairpin, but the other party gave her a jade hairpin in return.
The moon-white jade hairpin was only carved with wishful knots, and its quality was no better than the jadeite jade of various colors she had in the past. It felt moist when pinched in her hands, and it was definitely not comparable to a silver hairpin.
"With a wishful hairpin, relax your mind and everything will go well." This is what Qin Liuxi said at that time.
Wang's eyes were slightly astringent: "This girl..."
She pressed her chest, took off the cloth band used to tie her hair, tied her hair with the hosta, and left slowly.
Inside the room, Qihuang looked at the silver hairpin in Qin Liuxi's hand and muttered: "Miss, that jade hairpin can buy many silver hairpins like this, so you are willing to part with it."
Even though the hosta is not of good quality, it is a magic weapon raised by Qin Liuxi Yun. It seeks good luck and avoids evil, but it is different from ordinary hostas.
Qin Liuxi played with the silver hairpin in his hand and said, "It's just a jade hairpin, but it's worth protecting. You said they didn't even send me a hairpin gift. Well, isn't this a blessing from the elders."
Qihuang said disdainfully: "Do you like such a silver hairpin?"
"The Qin family was raided, and they had to control the northwest, and the whole family had to use it. Money had to be used carefully. If you were unintentional, how could you remember that I and I didn't even get a hairpin? If you were intentional, so would a silver hairpin.
My thoughts." Qin Liuxi's voice was light.
Qi Huang said: "You are generous and kind."
Qin Liuxi smiled and said without comment, "She is wearing that hairpin to see if it can change her luck. If God is merciless, then our family will have a funeral."
Qihuang was startled and said, "What do you mean?"
Qin Liuxi looked unpredictable and said: "Whether my brother can meet a noble person depends on his fate!"
While they were talking, Uncle Li's invitation came from outside, and Qihuang suddenly looked like he was watching a good show.
Qin Liuxi felt a little numb.
Being poor is a bit troublesome!
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On the way to exile in the northwest, August is approaching, and the temperature at night is already freezing cold, let alone a person who is wearing thin clothing, it is even colder to the bone.
"Yan'er, Yan'er." A shrill cry echoed through the official road.
The officers and guards escorting the team looked at each other and walked over: "What's going on?"
The middle-aged man, who was holding his son with disheveled hair and wearing only his underwear and looking haggard, looked at the official guard, his face full of pain, and begged: "Sir, my son has a high fever and has passed away. Please take my son to see a doctor."
As he spoke, he knelt down and kowtowed several times.
"Sir." A trembling old man with gray hair was also supported by another son and knelt down: "Sir, your mercy will be borne in mind by our Qin family."
The official guard looked at the thin child, then at the old man, and said to the other official guard: "The inn is not far ahead. I will take him there quickly to see if there is a doctor. How he handles it depends on destiny."
"Thank you, sir."
The official guard picked up the child and got on the horse, whipped his horse whip, and drove away.
At the inn, a caravan was approaching at this time. Seeing the official guards approaching quickly, they all avoided it.
A steward came out of the inn, came to the carriage, and said, "Master, you can get off now."
"I just heard some noise inside, what's the matter?" A slightly hoarse voice came from inside the carriage and raised the curtain.
"It's a child who has a high fever, and the officials and guards looking for medical treatment seem to be sinners who were exiled to the northwest with their fathers."
The middle-aged man with an aquiline nose snorted and didn't care. He was exiled to the northwest and had seen too much.
"By the way, I heard that the child's family name is Qin, and he seems to be from Beijing!"
