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Chapter 232 Hairpin

 Others in the caravan did not take a break, busy organizing goods and asking for news. Although they could rest for a day at the inn, they were still tired.

The late mother was busy taking care of the caravan. Although she was a little dissatisfied with Si Qionglian, she still bought some palatable bacon as she was told. She then went back to buy some hunting nooses, thinking about what would happen on the way.

If you have time to rest for a night, you can set up a trap to hunt for mountain products.

After buying everything, when passing by a fruit stall, I hesitated and picked some fruits to buy together.

The late wife walked towards the residence of the post station and was about to talk to Zhuang Xinrui. Now that the war has started, things have become more and more expensive. These fruits cost so much money. After this order, they will have to find the owner to make up for it.

Just some money.

As he was muttering to himself, he saw the woman standing at the table after entering the inn. She changed into a bright dress and stood stiffly to the side. The person standing in front of Si Qionglian was none other than

Her husband Zhuang Xinrui.

Zhuang Xinrui was holding a cloth bag in his hand, and in his hand was a wooden hairpin. The small flower on the hairpin head was so dazzling that the bride's face suddenly changed.

"What are you doing!?" She asked with a face filled with questions, her heart sinking inch by inch as she looked at the man and woman in front of her.

"Mother, you are back..." Zhuang Xinrui was stunned for a moment, then looked down at the hairpin in his hand and said quickly: "Don't get me wrong, this hairpin is not..."

"Madam, don't get me wrong, I accidentally broke my own hairpin, so I asked Brother Zhuang to buy one for me." Si Qionglian also explained quickly, raising his hand to hold his loose hairpin as a signal.
The late wife was filled with anger. After hearing what the two said, she looked at Si Qionglian's bun and frowned. She said inexplicably: "Why didn't I hear you say that the hairpin was broken earlier?"

Si Qionglian lowered his head and whispered: "I thought I didn't want to trouble you with this little thing..."

With an aggrieved look on her face, she said with some caution: "I just didn't expect that it would be so shameless to lose the hairpin, so I had no choice but to ask Brother Zhuang to buy one. Madam, please don't be angry with Brother Zhuang.



"You and I went out together, why didn't I hear you say that I wanted to buy hairpins?" Wan Niang was not a fool either. She stared at Zhuang Xinrui for a long time before saying, "Besides, it's not the right thing to choose hairpins for a woman.

Would it be more appropriate to ask me to buy it?"

"I..." Si Qionglian was startled by Wan Niang's aggressive aura, and took a small step back timidly, lowering his head and not daring to speak.

"Okay, it's just a hairpin, no matter who buys it, it's the same." Zhuang Xinrui couldn't stand it anymore, frowned and stepped forward to give the wife a hand and said: "I have bought these hairpins, and I still care about who bought them and what they did.



The late mother became even more angry and wanted to say something, when she saw everyone else in the caravan coming back.

When those people entered and saw that the atmosphere was not right, they immediately asked what was going on.

These days, there are often these quarrels and unpleasant situations. The wife doesn't want to talk about the two of them anymore. Zhuang Xinrui also laughed and laughed. Si Qionglian looked like he didn't dare to say anything, and stood with his head lowered.

Stay silent.

These other people were not fools either. Seeing this situation, it was probably that the madam and Si Qionglian had some trouble again. The kind uncle sat next to Si Qionglian and tried to persuade her: "Miss Si, please be considerate and considerate."


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