C62 (1/1)

Lin Zisang took out two books for Si Xin Su and laid them down on the table, she then sat down inside the partition, and the layers upon layers of paintings were placed in front of her. Some were exposed to the side, some were neatly packed in boxes, and there was even a wooden box in the corner with a year meticulously carved in small calligraphy: Yuanxing Ten Years.

He had painted ten years ago, but it was hard to tell if he had spent ten years on this bookshelf.

Lin Zisang was deep in thought for a while. The hot air from the charcoal stove made him feel extremely comfortable. She looked at Si Xinhong who did not seem to feel cold at all, and then thought back to when he saw Si Yuan upstairs. He was only wearing a thin layer of ordinary clothes, and was extremely at ease in that gloomy and cold weather.

In this world, there were many people who were good-looking, but very few people who had that sort of aura. Lin Zisang yearned for it in his heart, and repeatedly thought about the Si Yuan who he had just glimpsed a few moments ago.

Until an old woman soundlessly appeared in front of her.

”Miss Zisang?” Nanny Liu held two sets of dark robes in her hands, and she looked down at Lin Zisang in the stiff posture in front of the library, but she still had a smile on her face, but the smile was not deep, and was more of a courtesy.

Lin Zisang regained his senses, but's cold aura caused his heart to turn cold.

”There aren't many people in the general's courtyard, and there are even fewer subordinates who know how to repair it. It's such a coincidence now, so I have to trouble Miss Zisang to put in more effort.”

The two cloaks were placed on a bookshelf that was one shelf away, and even the needle basket didn't fall, carefully placing them there.

Although Lin Zisang didn't understand the reason, he still agreed to it immediately.

Nanny Liu left as if she had never stepped before. Lin Zisang turned to look at Si Xin Hong in front of the desk, he did not even raise his head.

Every day, Master's clothes would be washed in a cleaning room. There was even a special embroidery room in the mansion, and they were in charge of sewing up new items. Even if there were no other prodigies in the living room, it shouldn't have been so, right?

Lin Zisang was filled with suspicions, he placed the two gowns on his knees and started to carefully search for loopholes.

Sleeve buckle, hem, the part of the garment that can easily go wrong. There is not a trace on it. However, a large hole had been punctured through his chest. Lin Zisang extended his hand and made a gesture. The hole in there was as long as half of her knuckles, and it was also exactly as wide. If the clothes were punctured like that, wouldn't the person who wore it also have a stab at the heart? Suppressing the surprise on her face, she carefully took out the other piece of clothing and examined it. This time, he did not find a hole in her heart, but it was not shallow either. There was a long cut on the back of the clothes, almost across his entire back.

These two clothes were taken by Nanny Liu, and it was impossible for them to be purely from Nanny Liu. At first, Lin Zisang comforted himself, how could the martial generals on the battlefield not get hurt? The great general using her flesh and blood to protect the peace of the Great Qi empire was even more difficult, her blade and sword had no eyes, and as they landed on her body, she became even more merciless. However, this comfort was enough to be overturned by her.

These two pieces were made of silk, and they were filled with extravagance and extravagance. When had anyone ever worn such clothes on the battlefield?