"Peach blossom with human face is red... Ha ha... Peach blossom with human face is red..." but Feng xueyang just kept repeating this sentence. It seems that there is no difficulty in chanting the following poem any more. Mingyuejun can't help but ask curiously: "third highness! What about the back? "

"When are you! You call me your third highness? " Put down mingyuejun's hand, fengxueyang look lonely, indifferent way "yes! You already know that I am Muqiu! "

"What?" What is this and what? Of course, I always know that he is Muqiu?

"All right! You can make up for the following lines yourself Feng xueyang picked up the wine bottle again, pushed open the window and looked at the purple peach in the snow, still showing the elegant style.

Make up? Is that an order? How do you know what you should receive? Muqiu tonight is more and more strange! Helpless, mingyuejun had to read the first two sentences back and forth, biting the penholder.

"In this gate last year and today, people's faces and peach blossoms are red..." what's next? It seems that... Maybe... I should have heard of it, but mingyuejun added the following two sentences: "people don't know where to go, peach blossom still smiles at the spring breeze." As like as two peas, the writer's mind is so vivid that he can see the handwriting carefully, and carefully read the handwriting. After removing the delicate grace of his three Royal Highness, the other strokes are almost the same. They can not help but be curious. The word was practiced several days before entering the palace, but writing is not a temporary achievement, but it is difficult to write a name like it. Now how so handy and free? Sure enough, I've been kept in the dark about a lot of things. It's time to have a good look

"Come and make my hair up!" The deep voice rises again. I follow the sound. I don't know when the wind, snow and sun are sitting idly in front of the mirror. The peerless face is reflected in the bronze mirror, and the charm is written in the eyes.

"No!" He put down his pen, walked to the back of fengxueyang, consciously took out the purple jade comb in the ebony box, and carefully combed his long scattered black hair. Looking at the transparent purple jade shuttling between the black hair like good ink, and feeling the clear but straight touch between the fingers, I can't help sighing: Your Highness is worthy of being the first childe of Haoyu. Just looking at this green silk is enough to fascinate many women, isn't it? At least I am. Yushu didn't encounter any obstacles from the top to the bottom. He thought that his three Highnesses had been drunk all night, and his hair was already scattered, but he didn't want it to be so straight and smooth. It can be seen that his hair is smooth. No wonder he doesn't let others help him bundle his hair. It must be very difficult to arrange it. Youyou looks into the mirror. I don't know when my face in the mirror is blurred. Naturally, I take out a mahogany box and take out the purple Hosta. It seems that I have done it countless times. I skillfully wind up the top hair for the third highness and fix it with the Hosta. Then I comb the long hair behind me with a jade comb. Finally, I look at the gentleness of the third highness in the mirror, It is more natural and elegant than before.

"Ha ha... Sure enough, you are still the best craftsman. So far, Bailey, who has served me since childhood, is not as good as you!" Between laughing, the wind and snow suddenly frowned and stroked his forehead.

"Your Highness! Are you all right? " Ignoring the meaning of "or" in his Highness's words for a moment, he thought that he was drunk and a little confused, but he didn't look very comfortable, which worried mingyuejun even more,

"What else? It's just too much wine! " Feng xueyang said lightly, hands continue to caress the head "ruoer! Press for me