There was a wooden hairpin lying in the box, with a particularly sleek pattern, just like a vine made of roadside trees.

Jin Qiaoyan was stunned.

Then he listened to Zong Zhigan and continued, "This is the hairpin made by me..."

"The first time I got it, it was a bit hand-made. Although the style was a bit strange, this wood is excellent gold silk sandalwood."

"The princess's hair is thick, and it will definitely look good if she uses a hairpin to tie her hair."

"Princess please don't dislike it..."

Zong Zhigan said something guilty, but for no reason and a little nervous.

He couldn't tell where this nervous feeling came from, and he didn't know whether it would be inappropriate or abrupt to give such a gift.

Zong Zhigan's hand hanging down on his side tightened a little, and his breathing became nervous. He looked up at Kang Ning silently and saw a happy smile on his face. He picked up the hairpin in the box with a bit of cherishing in his eyes.

"It looks so good." Jin Qiaoyan stroked the wooden hairpin in her hand and found that the surface of the hairpin was polished very smooth, and it was clearly made with care.

"Thank you, sir." Jin Qiaoyan held the hairpin and looked up at Zong Zhigan and said, "Can you please put your hair on me?"

"My memory..." Zong Zhigan's heart thumped hard, and when he met Jin Qiaoyan's eyes, his heartbeat suddenly became a little confused.

"Princess, I offended you." Zong Zhigan took the hairpin handed over by Jin Qiaoyan, looked at the hairpin exposed by Jin Qiaoyan's hairpin, and suddenly shook his hand holding the hairpin.

He usually holds a big sword and a spear to kill the enemy's head, but his hands never shake.

But now holding such a small hairpin and looking at the woman's bun in front of me, my hands were shaking in distortion.

Zong Zhigan pinched the hairpin and found a place to insert it into Jin Qiaoyan's hair. He inserted the hairpin with caution, as if he was afraid that he would hurt her if he used more force.

When the hairpin was inserted into the hair, Zong Zhigan quickly let go and took a step back, looking at the crooked hairpin, sweating on the tip of his nose, and quickly lowered his head and said, "I am stupid, maybe I haven't inserted it well..."

Jin Qiaoyan smiled with her head raised, looking at him with curved eyebrows and said, "Does it look good?"

Zong Zhigan stopped talking, and Adam's apple moved and said hoarsely: "It looks good."

Jin Qiaoyan thanked happily, reached out and touched her hair bun and said, "Sir, I have given me such a valuable thing. Will I invite you to drink another day?"

"I wonder when Lord Zong will rest?" Jin Qiaoyan asked in a blink of an eye.

"I'll have a rest tomorrow." Zong Zhigan responded, wanting to ask if it's not good to eat wine, but Jin Qiaoyan didn't give him the chance to refuse at all, and said bluntly: "Then tomorrow, I'll go out of the palace to find you."

"No need, the princess talks about a place, and I will go to the banquet."

"Just Laifu Restaurant."

Jin Qiaoyan looked up at Zong Zhigan, turned her head and said, "I will go to see the imperial concubine today, so I won't say much to the adults."

Zong Zhigan leaned over and responded: "Give me a greeting to the princess."

Zong Zhigan stood there a little confused, watching Princess Corning's departure direction, then looked at her hands, and murmured strangely: "She is wearing a hairpin and not taking it..."

The idea he originally thought was that he wanted Kang Ning to use a hairpin to tie his hair while resting on weekdays, but he didn't want her to wear it. It was a wooden hairpin. Compared with the gold hairpin and silver hairpin inserted between her hair, it was too out of place.

Unexpectedly, Corning didn't mind so much and just walked away with it.

He helped her put it on...

Zong Zhigan was a little confused and frowned and thought, maybe he wanted to learn the skills of carving.
Chapter completed!