Chapter 31 Wood Carving

Li Tian's car gradually faded away in front of my eyes.

This time, I didn't send me back to visit the princess as usual. Aunt Li only exchanged a few words with the housekeeper of the royal palace, and then went straight back to the general's house on the grounds of "Miss's physical inconvenience".

Not long after Aunt Li left, Butler Mo muttered softly:

"It's strange that Miss Li usually comes to the royal palace and will definitely see the princess. Is it really not feeling well this time..."

Shaking his head gently, Butler Mo saw that I hadn't gone back yet, and his face was surprised. He hurried forward and said respectfully:

"Princess, it's cold outside. Go in early."

My dull face turned to the ink steward and nodded slowly. Then, he turned around and entered the palace.

As soon as I stepped into the hospital, I saw Xiaoguo with his back to me, and the wooden stewerman sitting on a stool chattered, and even Aunt Hu, who used to come out of the kitchen, laughed cheerfully.

"What are they doing? Why are they all surrounded by the wooden stewor?"

My eyes flashed with surprise. I'm curious about what the wooden stewor is doing. After all, even Aunt Hu, who usually stays in the kitchen and doesn't come out much, is attracted, so there must be something interesting.

With this in mind, my steps into the yard have become much bigger. So much so that after I came in, Aunt Hu, who had just smiled, soon became a little trembling.

"Princess..."

The trembling Aunt Hu's mouth was a little trembling and she was about to kneel down. Seeing that I shook my head at her and hesitated for a while, she stood aside respectfully.

"I finally didn't kneel down!"

I breathed a sigh of relief and looked helplessly at Aunt Hu, who stood aside respectfully.

Since I lost my temper last time, Aunt Hu has become more and more devoted to me, afraid of doing something wrong. I grabbed the handle and dismissed her.

No matter how I openly and secretly mention Aunt Hu, Aunt Hu seems to have got into the tip of the horn, always maintaining that respect and dare not take a step in front of me. Fortunately, it won't be like the days when you first came to see me and kneel on the ground.

Aunt Hu's movements also affected Xiaoguo with her back to me. Seeing me, Xiaoguo pulled my sleeve happily and said happily:

"Princess, look!"

Like a treasure, I found a wooden sculpture from the pile of wood carvings in front of the wooden stewor and handed it to my hand.

"Is it just wood carving? Is it necessary to be so excited...huh!"

Seeing Xiaoguo looking at me with such excited and expectant eyes, I was puzzled to take over the wood carving she handed me.

There is nothing to make a fuss about a wood carving. It seems that it is my loss if I don't look at it, but when I look at this wood carving, I am surprised.

Yes, I'm surprised.

Because this wood carving man is me!

Most importantly, this wood carving is still so lifelike, just like the photo. No, the photo is not as real as this. After all, photos are also distorted.

"This...cough, I'll take it back and have a look. Are you all right, stewer?"

Holding this wood carving in his hand, he was surprised, and at the same time, he was more unknown complexity and slightly shy.

Especially the dull and honest face of the wooden stewor facing me and seeing his deep eyes, I couldn't help but feel that there were only me and him in the whole world, looking at each other silently.

I struggled to break free from his eyes. I was afraid that Xiaoguo would see my embarrassment. I quickly restrained the throbbing in my heart, glanced aside, and said calmly to the wooden steward.

In the deep eyes of the wooden steward, there was a color of doting, and a trace of tenderness flashed under his eyebrows, and he answered softly:

"Hmm."

When I waited for the wooden stewor to say this, I left without waiting for Xiaoguo to stand in front of me and speak. On the way, I faintly heard Xiaoguo's doubtful voice:

"What's wrong with the princess today? It feels like someone is chasing her..."

When I heard Xiaoguo's words, I slowed down.

The distance is far away, and there is no need to speed up. Otherwise, Xiaoguo Nizi will not know what to say behind my back when she sees me getting faster and faster.

Until the room, close the door. I leaned against the door and breathed a sigh.

I finally got rid of that sense of embarrassment.

Actually, I'm also confused. Isn't it just that the wooden stewor carved a wood carving for me? How can there be a variety of feelings in my heart? Is it because I'm really in a bad mood today? Or...

"Dumb, is that the smell of you?"

Looking back to the familiar pine fragrance just standing next to the wooden stewor. I picked up the wood carving in my hand and couldn't help but be in a trance. The muttering sound gradually faded in the room and disappeared...

......

Since that day, I have rarely gone out. Every day I stay at home with embroidery or read novels, and my life is also very comfortable.

The most important thing is that there is no small fruit in front of me. Now, the focus of her harassing object is on the wooden steward.

I don't know whether it's because Xiaoguo's childhood was too boring and monotonous or because the hard-won courtyard came to be a little popular. If he has someone to talk to or something, Xiaoguo often comes to the wooden steward now. Every time he comes back to me, he always looks happy and gives her a treasure-like wooden steward for fun. Yi'er was placed in front of me one by one.

Wooden dragonflies, wooden gyro and even kites. Of course, there must be wood carvings. However, it is not as exquisite as my last wood carving, and it lacks a charm in it.

charm?

I can't help shaking my head. It seems that I have been in a bad mood recently. When I think about it to this extent, I can actually feel that my wood carving has a charm.

Why does the wood stewart carve charm on my wood carving? Although I am his master, I haven't met him as many times as Xiaoguo. What's more, I don't think it's necessary for the wood stewer to please me through a wood carving.

I must have thought so much recently that I would have such an unrealistic idea.

Pressing the trace of self-mockery in my heart, I picked up the novel again and looked with interest.

Although in this era, the plot and story of this novel are far worse than the online novels of the previous life. Moreover, in this era, the general category of this novel is also a little less. It is nothing more than talking about love. It is better than nothing, and it is better than the strength of often holding needles and threads.

So, although the content is monotonous, I will still devote myself to the world of books to abandon the unpleasant feeling brought to me by the real world.

But today when I was about to read the second volume, suddenly, a broad back blocked the light and reflected a reflection on my book, which seriously affected my reading progress.

"Who is so rude!"

I muttered in my heart, and I raised my eyes impatiently and looked at the person who blocked my light.

Mo Xian!

It's really him!

I rolled my eyes at him and said angrily:

"Make a step, you have affected my reading!"

After saying that, he shook the book in his hand, indicating that he really affected my reading progress.

Mo Xian raised his eyebrows, obediently stepped aside, sat next to me, twisted a piece of cake with his hand, and elegantly put the pastry into his mouth.

I glanced at him and curled the corners of my mouth.

"Obviously, there is something better than here, and you come to eat mine, really..."

I looked at the missing cakes on the plate with some distress, but I didn't dare to say anything.

I live in his and eat his. Although I asked Xiaoguo to help me get out with these cakes with silver money, they are also the money issued by the royal palace...

Well, you can't see or be upset!

Knowing that this plate of pastry will definitely fall into the stomach of Moxian's evil spirit, I simply continued to read the novel in my hand.

By the way, this heroine is really miserable. At first, she didn't get the favor of the hero, and her family was ruined...

Tut!

I touched my chin and entered the world of novels with relish.

"You are really idle to read such a boring novel, which is obviously fake and can't be fake!"

A lazy voice came to my ear, and the critical content made me frown. I put away the words in my hand and put away the novel. I said casually:

"Novel is fabricated by people. Since it is fabricated, it must be fake. But..." I turned around and said a little seriously:

"Life is alive, why do you care so much about true and false? Sometimes, it's rare to be confused!"

After saying this, I poured a glass of water into myself and moistened my throat.

"It's also..." Mo Xian looked at me thoughtfully, and then the peach blossom eyes inadvertently swept out, and a figure quickly passed by.

Mo Xian squinted the peach blossom eyes, stared at the outside for a while, raised a strange smile at the corners of his mouth, and whispered:

"There is also an interesting person here."

"Hmm?!"

I turned my head and looked at Mo Xian, which was a little inexplicable.