Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

After all, in order to completely hide her identity, even if the original owner was in the mansion, she hid that thing extremely deeply, let alone hanging it directly on her waist...

Thinking of this, Xiang Xing lowered his face and hurriedly bowed deeply towards Feng Han.

Apologizing with embarrassment on his face, "I'm sorry, Sister Fenghan, I, I... I really don't know, there is still something in my purse..."

"...It's okay, it's okay, haha."

Feng Han blushed, and waved his hand with a dry smile, "Little General is always dressed in men's clothes and doesn't wear a purse. Those who don't know are innocent."

"but……"

She looked at the large mess of objects on the table, her beautiful eyes blinked a little, and she couldn't help but smile even more, "Little General, what exactly are you looking for from me?"

"Ah, I almost forgot."

After being reminded by Fenghan, the little guy finally remembered his serious business, and his little face became serious again.

I saw that she took a deep breath, and then bent down suddenly, her small face moved very close to those pearl hairpin jewelry, coins and the like.

Feeling hard.

Fortunately, in just a moment, Xiang Xing discovered something that made her feel very wrong.

It was a very small pure blond hairpin with a very simple shape. There was only a small round gold bead embedded on the hairpin made of gold.

Except for the pure gold that feels very luxurious, everything is very ordinary, like a humble work for practicing hands.

But it was such an inconspicuous thing that actually made her feel that the aura contained in this thing was somewhat similar to the inner breath of martial arts, and it was almost the same as the feeling that Gong Ling in the memory fragment gave her. !

That is, they are the same material.

Intuition told her that this material had something to do with Situ Ling's sudden fainting.

Thinking of this, the little guy suddenly felt a little certain in his heart.

She pursed her pink lips lightly, then carefully picked up the little golden hairpin, and asked Fenghan, "Sister Fenghan, where did you buy this golden hairpin?"

"……what?"

Upon being asked this, Feng Han couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

However, he coughed unnaturally, and his eyes flickered slightly, "I didn't buy this... I found the master of the blacksmith shop and smelted it with other things and beat it casually."

As she said that, she suddenly looked at Xiang Xing strangely, and said with a smile, "Little General, don't you like this style?"

This old blacksmith's work is so... ordinary, isn't the general's taste so special?

"no."

The little guy shook his head slightly.

Soft eyes blinked for a few minutes, as if she realized something again, and after a moment of indulgence, she continued to speak, "Then Sister Fenghan, before the hairpin... was it a string of palace bells?"

"……How did you know?!"

Hearing this, Feng Han seemed to be startled a little, and her beautiful eyes widened in disbelief.

No way?

This thing... shouldn't be known by a third person.

However, just as Feng Han was thinking about it, he saw his younger brother suddenly come out from behind the screen.

The bottom of his eyes looking at her was full of seriousness: "Ouyang Lian returned Gong Ling to you?"

"...How come you even know about Gong Ling's existence?!"

Feng Han rolled his eyes helplessly.

But in the face of these two invariably exploratory glances, the woman frowned and could only sigh silently.

He shrugged and confessed, "Yes, he forcibly stuffed it back a while ago. I thought it was an eyesore, so I took it and melted it."

More tomorrow morning! Hey!