Chapter 1259 It Must Hurt You Very Much

"Wei Wei has returned to Beijing, and my mother is not the kind of talkative person. Don't worry, she won't say anything." Lu Tingchen touched her head and comforted her.

Chu Jiu didn't like him touching his head so intimately, as if the two really had something.

"I still want to explain," she insisted.

Lu Tingchen was a little confused, thought about it, and said, "Then I'll take you there." After saying that, he naturally took her hand and walked out.

Chu Jiu hurriedly broke away his hand, "Don't touch me."

Lu Tingchen had no choice but to let go of her hand and look at her helplessly.

The two got out of the tent one after the other.

On the ninth day of the first day, when he saw his long hair hanging down on his chest, he remembered that the hair was still in a mess. He hurried forward and grabbed Lu Tingchen's arm, "Give me the hairpin."

Seeing her scattered long hair, Lu Tingchen remembered something, took out her hairpin from his arms and handed it back to her.

It was only at this time of the ninth day that he noticed that his right arm was injured, and there was still blood on his sleeve.

She paused, reached out to take it, then turned her back and pulled up her long hair neatly.

Looking at the woman who was arranging her hair, Lu Tingchen suddenly said, "What is the origin of your hairpin?"

On the ninth day of the first month, he paused, but quickly continued to take care of his hair.

Lu Tingchen thought she didn't want to talk, so he didn't ask any further.

However, although the hairpin was made of wood, the patterns on it were intricate and delicate, enough to see that the person who carved this hairpin put a lot of thought into it.

He was thoughtful.

At this moment, Chu Jiu straightened her hair, turned around, and looked at the man's Qingjun face, she raised her hand to touch the hairpin, and couldn't help but explain: "This is the wooden hairpin that my father personally made for me when he was alive. "

Lu Tingchen was a little surprised.

He had guessed that this hairpin must have a profound meaning to the ninth day, but he did not expect that her father made it for her.

"Your father must love you very much." At the end, he whispered.

On the ninth day, his face was a little sad, he turned his face away gently, and didn't speak any more.

"Ruoxue is also engraved on the wooden hairpin. Is that your original name?" Lu Tingchen asked suddenly.

Chu Jiu clenched his fingers, released them after a while, and nodded lightly, "Yeah."

"then you……"

"My surname is Lan." Chu Jiu interrupted him knowing what he wanted to ask.

Lu Tingchen looked at the top of her hair. He probably didn't expect her to tell him so readily. In response, a look of joy crossed his eyebrows, "Lan Ruoxue?"

Hearing the name, Chu Jiu was in a trance.

When she came back to her senses, she narrowed her eyes slightly and lowered her head, not wanting Lu Tingchen to see her vulnerable appearance at this time.

She actually didn't expect that she would tell him her original name so easily.

She clearly hates him.

But when he read her name, she actually heard a touch of lingering taste, which made her unable to help but think of the childhood years that were sealed in her memory.

"Your name is the ninth day, is it because your birthday is on the ninth day?" Lu Tingchen asked again. He knew that the names of these dark guards around the emperor were taken according to the day they were born.

Like the first day of the new year, his birthday is on the first day of a certain month, and the same is true for the seventh day of the new year, that's why he asked.

On the ninth day, he looked at the sunset in the sky, and after a long while, he nodded.

"Which month is it?"

On the ninth day, he paused and glanced sideways at him, "You talk a lot today."

Lu Tingchen hooked his lips and said with a good temper: "You talk less, I can only be more talkative. It is enough for one of us to be a gourd."