Long Live the Empress

Chapter 162 9 Heaven Fairy

Yue Jinghong took a lotus pink purse embroidered with plum blossoms. The purse was made of plain brocade worth a hundred gold coins a piece. Although the fabric was very valuable, it was still a bit shabby compared to others.

Gu Ziwei was a person with poor eyesight. She was a little surprised when she saw Yue Jinghong only put a purse in the bag. "Why did Miss Yue only put a purse in the bag? Could it be that she was reluctant to let us win her valuables?"

Yue Jinghong smiled and covered her lips. "I embroidered this purse myself. The fabric is plain brocade, and the plum branch is embroidered with a baby's hair!"

Everyone was amazed. It was said that the baby's hair could ward off evil and disasters, so people would sew a small pepper with red cloth, stuff the baby's hair into it, and let the baby wear it to protect it from being frightened.

Someone picked up the purse and studied it carefully: Let’s not talk about how the color was dyed. Just the fact that the hair is so thin that it is not easy to sew it into a plum blossom pattern is already very difficult.

Ning Baihao also found it novel, and looked at the purse for a while, then looked at Yue Jinghong. Yue Jinghong was standing quietly in the pavilion with a smile on her face, and behind her were a few cranes leisurely foraging for food...

What a beautiful picture of a fairy from heaven descending to earth!

Ning Bohao was immediately inspired and wrote a poem:

Standing alone by the mirror lake,

The wind and dew make the autumn seem vague.

The letter must sail into the East China Sea.

You can chase flying fairies by riding a whale.

This poem is simply showing everyone the beauty of the moon!

A young man recited this poem slowly, and everyone who listened could not help but admire Ning Baihao's talent.

Ning Baihao also looked at Yue Jinghong, his eyes full of amazement!

Hua Xiangrong, who was standing in front of Yue Jinghong, thought that Ning Baihao was looking at her and wrote such a poem to praise her beauty, so she lowered her head shyly and waited quietly for Ning Baihao to take the things she had taken down.

"I wonder if I can make a choice?" Ning Baihao put down the brush in his hand, looked up and glanced around.

Everyone immediately nodded and praised: "Mr. Ning is indeed a role model for scholars! Please choose, Mr. Ning!"

Ning Bohao picked up Yue Jinghong's purse under the expectant eyes of the ladies. "My family is full of military commanders, fighting and killing all day long, so I need this purse to calm my nerves!"

Yue Jinghong received the gaze Ning Bohao cast towards her, but her face did not waver at all. What a joke, she could even abandon the prince, let alone Ning Bohao, the legitimate son of a great general?

Ning Bohao saw Yue Jinghong's indifferent expression, but he became more interested in Yue Jinghong! In the past, those women either flattered him or were too shy to look up when they saw him. None of them treated him like a normal person like Yue Jinghong...

Ning Bohao walked up to Yue Jinghong with the purse in his hand, "Miss Yue, do you mind?"

Yue Jinghong only smiled faintly in response, "Mr. Ning, there is no need to be like this! I took out this purse voluntarily, why would you mind it?"

Ning Baihao didn't care about Yue Jinghong's indifference and happily hung the purse around his waist.

Hua Xiangrong was stunned. What? Ning Baihao's poem was not written for her? She watched Ning Baihao speak politely in front of Yue Jinghong, and she felt very uncomfortable! She always knew that Ning Baihao was a gentleman and never said a word to a woman, but now he showed Yue Jinghong a smile she had never seen before. She watched Ning Baihao hang the purse on his waist in front of everyone...

Ning Bohao's abnormal behavior made Hua Xiangrong feel a strong sense of crisis.

Hua Xiangrong watched Yue Jinghong ignore her lover, and she tightly pulled her handkerchief...