The Prime Minister's Darling
Chapter 1095 - 1095 528 Large-scale Fall from Horse (2 updates)_3

Chapter 1095: 528 Large-scale Fall from Horse (2 updates)_3 Chapter 1095: 528 Large-scale Fall from Horse (2 updates)_3 Immediately, she turned toward the young couple with a mockingly playful smile, “I’ll settle accounts with you after the New Year is over!”

She turned around and, holding Yu Yaya’s hand, went to the main room.

Gu Jiao raised an eyebrow at a certain someone, “Did you hear that? I’ll settle accounts with you after the New Year.”

Xiao Hen tugged faintly at the corner of his lips, “It’s as if you’re not the one who should be settling accounts with me, Gu Jiaojiao. Your situation is worse than mine.”

Gu Jiaojiao! What’s this new nickname?

Xiao Hen had blurted it out unbidden, and after saying it, he felt quite pleased with it.

He suddenly curled his lips upward and called out again, “Gu Jiaojiao.”

Gu Jiao opened her mouth, pondered for two seconds, and looked at him meaningfully, “Since we’re even now, then tonight you…”

Before she could finish, his slender fingertips gently pressed against her soft lips, “No, you can’t, no peeks.”

Gu Jiao’s face darkened!

…

Since the cat was out of the bag, Xiao Hen straightforwardly entered the main room without further concealment.

However, everyone’s attention was momentarily not on his leg, and although glancing around they vaguely felt something was off, they couldn’t quite figure it out immediately.

The Yao Family was also being mischievous; she wouldn’t remind them, and sat watching as they scared themselves.

“Brother-in-law, please sit,” Gu Xiaoshun offered Xiao Hen a seat.

Xiao Hen and the little monk were the stars of the birthday celebration, sitting side by side on the long bench.

They normally didn’t celebrate such birthdays; it was the little monk who celebrated every year. Thanks to him, everyone in the family had started celebrating birthdays.

The only ones missed were Gu Jiao and Gu Yan’s birthdays. Gu Jiao was on the way to the border, so she didn’t celebrate, and Gu Yan didn’t either.

Gu Yan said he’d wait and celebrate with Jiaojiao next year.

“Little monk, here,” Gu Yan handed over a clay sculpture he had made himself to the little monk. This year, it finally wasn’t an empty house but a small fish pond, complete with two ugly fish carved from white radishes.

The gift he gave to Xiao Hen was not a fish pond but a courtyard, which, combined with last year’s gift, precisely formed a little residential courtyard, an ingenious thought indeed.

Gu Xiaoshun gave two calligraphy brush holders to the pair, one large, one small. They were exquisitely made and engraved with poetry.

The little monk adored it, and Xiao Hen was also very pleased.

Gu Xiaoshun’s progress in sculpture was evident not only in his craftsmanship but also in his scholarly knowledge, which now surpassed that of those scholars in the Capital City.

As long as it was clear to him that these characters were for engraving, he could swiftly commit them all to memory.

Ordinary people memorize characters by their stroke order, but Gu Xiaoshun memorized them as if they were patterns. Although the methods were different, the effect was one and the same.

Compared with that, Gu Yan’s scholarship was utterly dismal.

This wasn’t to say that Gu Yan was dull; on the contrary, aside from Xiao Hen, he was the most astute one in the family.

Nothing escaped him.

For example, the cinnabar mole on Gu Jiao’s face.

The Yao Family didn’t tell him, nor had he eavesdropped on the conversation in the corner that night, yet he had guessed it anyway.

Another example was the occasional adoring gaze Gu Jiao cast towards Xiao Hen; Gu Yan could not have missed what Gu Jiao was thinking.

There was no help for it, being twins made them that powerful.

Before the Empress Dowager left, she left gifts for both of them, handing the little monk a string of glass Buddha beads. This was the first batch of glass produced in Zhan Country after the Glass Technology was transmitted from Liang Country, with excellent color and luster.

Of course, the little monk also loved it.

The Empress Dowager’s gift to Xiao Hen was a glass inkstone.

The High Priest presented books to both, while the Yao Family personally made two sets of clothes.

Gu Jiao also had gifts prepared; she gave the little monk a rattle-drum from the borderlands.

After the victory, a four-year-old child from Yuegu City gave her the only rattle-drum he had, “You were right, the army didn’t leave! This is your reward!”

It was the most sincere manifestation of a child’s heart amidst the flames of war.

The little monk quickly noticed an issue, “Why doesn’t brother-in-law have a gift?”

“Your sister already gave me one,” Xiao Hen said, his glance carrying a hidden meaning as he looked at Gu Jiao.

She was the best birthday present he could have.

“I want to see,” the little monk said.

Considering it was the little guy’s birthday, Xiao Hen didn’t disappoint him, picking out a combined hair brush from the pile of gifts, “Here.”

“A brush, huh,” the little monk shook his little rattle-drum, “My gift is still better, Jiaojiao likes me the most!”

The group went to the backyard to set off firecrackers.

“Brother-in-law!” Gu Yan suddenly sidled up to Xiao Hen, whispering mysteriously, “Come here, I have something great to show you!”