What surprised Yuan Qingling the most was that there were two people carved on the comb, with only their heads exposed. The carvings were not exquisite at all. It could be said to be relatively crude. If you look closely, you can still tell that one is a boy and the other is a girl. The two heads are close together.
, there is a character on each side, the left is a character for five, and the right is a character for yuan, and when connected together, it becomes five yuan.
In other words, of these two heads, one is her and the other is him.
Such "ingenious" carvings and uninnovative text made Yuan Qingling laugh and praised: "It feels comfortable to the touch, and the material is good. It's very good."
Yu Wenhao also knew that he was rough, so he picked up the wishful buckle and tied it to the small hole of the ebony comb. The wishful buckle hung down, and there was a small handful of tassels. It looked delicate and elegant. Of course, the biggest credit for this was
This piece of jade is made of Ruyi and ebony wood, and the carving is ignored.
Yuan Qingling was very moved by such clever thinking. What she didn't understand was, "Why did you give me a comb?"
Yu Wenhao said: "When we get married, don't we comb our hair with a comb and say some auspicious words? This comb can be used for a long time, until our hair is gray and our eyebrows are equal. This is what the people have to say.
I don’t quite understand it, so I asked my grandma about it. As for this carving, I saw Man’er giving it to Ah Si. The carving was pretty good and I thought it had a good meaning.”
He himself felt a little shabby. After all, people brought piles of jewelry to them, so at the end of the sentence, his tone was a little sarcastic.
"I like it very much!" Yuan Qingling took the comb and combed her hair. She really thought it was very useful, compact and convenient.
Yu Wenhao breathed a sigh of relief, laughed, and then asked nervously: "Should that five yuan be replaced with a poem? It seems... more knowledgeable."
"No!" Yuan Qingling also laughed, "That's good, it's very flattering to Yu Wenhao."
If he really wrote sour poetry, it would be too vulgar.
"Really like it?" Yu Wenhao still asked uneasily. It was really not a good thing.
"I like it, I really like it. It's very interesting. It shows that you have put much thought into it. It's much better than giving me gold, silver and jewelry." Yuan Qingling felt more and more unable to put it down.
"Is that better than what the Emperor gave you?"
"Yes, I like it even more than the one the Emperor gave me."
Yu Wenhao's eyebrows danced with joy, "What about the one sent by Bishou Fu?"