Tyrant, calm down

Chapter 481 The Familiar Pattern

Shen Jingshu looked down at the skirt on her body, and had to admit that she also liked the color.

In Xifeng, there are many royal blue fabrics, but few are so pure blue.

And the material of the skirt itself is the finest brocade, the texture is as soft as clouds, and the satin surface is as bright as water.

Whether viewed from a distance or up close, the blue color is very spiritual, unlike other fabrics that are lifeless and dull.

After looking at the mirror for a while, Shen Jingshu nodded.

"That's fine, just this one."

"The servant will take off the dress for the princess first, and come to dress the princess later!" Mingyue happily agreed.

"Ah."

Mingyue and Mingzhu took off the palace dress on her body together, and put on the original clothes for her again.

When Mingyue tied the belt for her, Mingzhu picked up the dagger she had put aside when she tried on clothes just now, and couldn't help but look at it.

"The pattern of the princess's dagger is so special, where did you buy it?"

"I didn't buy it, it was a gift from a friend."

Speaking of the dagger, Shen Jingshu couldn't help thinking that after coming back for so long, she hadn't gone to Zhao Cheng to ask him to rebuild a poison needle box for her.

When she encountered an ambush at the border last time, she lost her previous poison needle box.

Although she is usually in no danger in the capital now, just in case, it is better for her to prepare a new set to carry with her.

From the corner of her eye, she saw that Mingzhu pulled the dagger out of its scabbard and touched the blade with her fingers, her heart constricted violently in fright.

"Don't touch it!" she screamed. "This dagger is very sharp. Last time I used this dagger to slice off an assassin's arm!"

"Ah!" Mingzhu trembled in fright, and quickly retracted the hand that was only [-] centimeter away from the blade.

"Really? Is this dagger really that sharp?"

Mingzhu patted her chest with lingering fear, staring at her in shock.

"Of course it's true, when did I lie to you?"

She walked over quickly, took back both the dagger and the scabbard, and then inserted the dagger back into the scabbard.

She was about to put the scabbard back into the cowhide wallet when she suddenly caught a glimpse of the pattern on the scabbard and couldn't help but startled.

These patterns...why are they so similar to the symbols that Gongshen stick wrote when calculating her and Murong Li's horoscopes?
Mingyue and Mingzhu saw that she looked wrong, and doubts flashed across their eyes.

"Princess, what's wrong with you? Is there anything wrong with this dagger?"

Startled, she shook her head.

"Oh, it's nothing, it's just that I suddenly remembered something. Xiner should be hungry too, you can take her to breastfeed."

"Yes."

The two of them didn't suspect him, put the clothes she tried on into the cabinet, picked up Murong Xin who was in the cradle, and went to look for Ma Shi.

When she was the only one left in the room, Shen Jingshu picked up the dagger and looked at it carefully again, his eyes gradually darkened.

Since Zhao Cheng gave the dagger to her, she has kept it in her cowhide wallet.

Even when she was bathing and changing clothes, she would just take the cowhide clip off her leg and throw it on the bed, and then tie it to her leg after changing clothes, without carefully observing the pattern on the scabbard.

She didn't expect that the pattern that she thought was familiar a few times before was actually on her dagger.

Shen Jing stared at the pattern on the scabbard, and doubtful light gradually flowed in his eyes.

If she guessed correctly, the characters written on the Gongshen stick are some kind of characters passed down by Xuanyuan.

If the characters on the dagger are really the same as those written on the Gongshen Stick, does that mean that the person who made this dagger is also from Xuanyuan?
Zhao Cheng's father is from Xuanyuan?
Or did his father go to Xuanyuan?
Maybe, if she finds an opportunity, she really has to ask Zhao Cheng in person...

(End of this chapter)