Murong yuan listened to this, but he raised his eyebrows. "Ah Chu Hui?"

Su Yun was calm at the beginning, "no, but it's certainly not difficult to think about it."

She can only take care of one or two kinds of hair on her temples, that is, the woman's bun. She hasn't taken care of it herself. How skilled can she be? But she thought that men's bun is much simpler than women's. she knows how to do it at a glance. Therefore, I don't think I can't stand Murong yuan's black hair.

Murong yuan chuckled, but watching Su Yunchu carefully, slender fingers, and warm, wearing in his hair, it seemed that all the temperature could be passed into his hair and into his body through her hands, making him feel very warm.

Looking at the little woman in the bronze mirror, she slightly bowed her head and combed her hair very carefully. She just felt that such a day was really beautiful and full of warmth. There was no external defense or squeezing, just her and him.

It would be nice if such days continued.

Thinking like this, I only looked at the small body in the bronze mirror with light and smile on my face.

But Su Yunchu overestimated his learning ability. This was the first time she pulled his hair for a man. She could only hold a military dagger in her hand and then hold a silver needle in her hand. Murong yuan's hair was tied up and put down by her. She was always dissatisfied. It was either crooked or the height was wrong or the tightness was wrong.

But she is a person who pursues perfection. At this time, the bitter thing is Murong yuan's hair. After watching Su Yunchu try four or five times, his face has slightly taken an impatient look. Murong yuan only feels funny in his heart. In the process, Su Yunchu doesn't know how many times he can't master his strength, which makes his scalp painful, but watching Su Yunchu pull it seriously, But he never said a bad word.

At this time, seeing Su Yunchu's bad face, it seemed that he was going to choke with his hair. Murong yuan had to say, "well, ah Chu, it's very good this time."

But Su Yunchu was not very satisfied, "but I think it's still a little loose."

"It's better to loosen it. It'll be uncomfortable if it's too tight?"

"Really?" Su Yunchu looked at him suspiciously.

"Hmm!" Murong yuan nodded his head, but his hair was even looser.

Su Yunchu looked at him angrily, "you'll coax me!"

If at ordinary times, Su Yunchu would say such a thing with Murong yuan, but it was easy to say at this time. Murong yuan sitting on the bench listened, and his mouth burst into a smile, but he turned his back. He grabbed Su Yunchu, held people in his lap, looked at Su Yunchu and said, "I'm willing to coax ah Chu!"

Su Yunchu broke away from him, but with a sweet smile on his face, walked behind him and continued to pull his hair. "His hair hasn't been combed yet."

Murong yuan didn't care. He just looked at the smile on Su Yunchu's face in the bronze mirror and didn't reproduce the previous depressed color. The corners of his mouth were light, "if ah Chu feels new, he will pull my hair for me every day in the future. There will always be a familiar day."

Su Yunchu only glanced at him through a bronze mirror and didn't answer him.

Finally, Su Yunchu combed Murong yuan's hair. However, when they came out, the time had already passed. Finally, they only had a late breakfast and went into the palace.

On one side, the newly married Yan'er is sweet, but on the other side, it is a completely opposite scene.

After returning from the Imperial Palace yesterday, Murong Zhi took Su Yiyi into the new house, picked out xipa, and left Su Yiyi alone in the new house to entertain the guests. When he returned to the new house at night, he only told Su Yiyi that he entertained the guests and drank too much wine. In order not to hurt her, he went back to the original yard to sleep tonight, Leave her new house to herself.