my villain is too cute

Chapter 1486 Chitose-sama (44)

But he was stopped by the little monk, and he handed the wooden plaque and red silk to Sansheng: "These are given to the benefactors for free, without money."

San Sheng was taken aback: "Didn't you ask for a tael of silver last time?"

A tael of silver is a huge sum of money for ordinary people. At the beginning, Sansheng complained that there were profiteers in the Buddhist holy land.

The little monk smiled mysteriously, left a sentence "the benefactor is a predestined person", and left.

San Sheng lowered his head, and rubbed the wooden sign in his hand with his fingertips.

The wooden sign is a rectangle with a small hole at the top. The color of the wood is light brown. When you hold it in your hand, you can still smell a light woody fragrance from a distance.

A slender and pale hand stretched out beside her. She took the wooden sign and turned to ask him, "What do you want to engrave?"

San Sheng saw a curved and thin carving knife in her hand, and was slightly taken aback: "Where did you get it?"

"Bring it here."

Han Jin didn't say much, and led Sansheng to sit down under the tree, leaning back against the tree trunk, the petals rustled down and landed on the two of them.

She put a few wooden plaques on her lap, holding a carving knife in her good-looking right hand, and asked him again: "What do you want to carve?"

It looks like I'm ready to carve myself.

Sansheng thought for a while and said, "What a joy, Changan is peaceful and everything is happy."

Han Jin didn't reply, he lowered his head and focused on lettering.

San Sheng rested his chin on one hand, watched her movements quietly, gradually shifted his eyes from the wooden sign to her face, and couldn't look away anymore.

After engraving the words, Han Jin brushed off the sawdust on his body, passed the red silk through the hole in the wooden sign, and when it was finished, handed it to San Sheng: "It's done."

San Sheng took the wooden sign and stretched out his other hand: "Carving knife."

After taking the carving knife, he protected the wooden sign with one hand, blocking Han Jin's sight.

"Don't look."

Han Jin smiled softly: "...Okay." She looked away, took out another carving knife, and lowered her head to carve her own.

By the time I hung the red silk on the branches and returned to the yard, it was already midnight.

San Sheng was alone in the wing room, and as soon as he came back, Han Jin left again, leaving only one sentence for him to wait obediently.

Sansheng guessed that it should be a birthday gift.

Without making him wait for a long time, Han Jin pushed open the door from the outside, walked in with a plate, and put it on the table in front of him
San Sheng raised his delicate eyebrows slightly when he saw it. It was longevity noodles. He was surprised and said, "Your Excellency, do it yourself?"

Han Jin nodded: "Yeah." She stood opposite him, holding the table between the two of them with her hands, her cold eyes slightly bent: "Have a taste."

What the grown-ups cook is naturally delicious, Sansheng smiled, picked up the chopsticks and ate slowly, the atmosphere became mellow and peaceful for a while.

It was past half of the night, and the two of them washed up and lay down on the bed.

San Sheng lay in her arms with his back to Han Jin, his hands resting on her arms, looking at the window paper stained by the bright sky, his eyes were calm.

"My lord, are you asleep?"

Han Jin hugged Sansheng into his arms from behind, buried his face in the thick hair on the back of his neck, and said in a hoarse voice, "No."

San Sheng couldn't fall asleep a little bit, so he started looking for something to say: "I'm 15 years old."

After a cold meal, he hummed.

Only 15 years old, she still has to wait for several years.

"grown ups."

"Ah."

"Will you accompany me every birthday every year from now on?"

"of course."

Afterwards, Sansheng didn't quite remember what he said hazily, but only had a vague impression that he said he liked adults very much.

When he woke up again, he was alone in the room.

San Sheng sat on the bed, raised his small hand and rubbed his eyes, and when his eyes were cleared, he picked up his robe, got out of bed and walked out while putting it on.

(End of this chapter)