Chapter 233

He bent over and was very close to her. It seemed that as long as he moved a little, they could meet each other. There was a unique smell between his nose and breath. The hot phoenix feather's head could hardly think.

She stiff body, don't dare to move for a while, a heart disordered don't become appearance, this kind of change is too obvious, Feng feather all don't know oneself.

In her confusion, she thought vaguely, can this picture of herself be called beautiful? It seems that master has an eye disease and needs to be treated.

Long Zixuan looks at her with a smile. He reaches out his hand and presses the back of her head. After these days, the gauze on his hand has been removed, and the palm that he peeled off his skin has grown new skin.

His palms were as good as new, and there was no trace of injury. He pressed the back of Fengyu's head, bent forward slightly, and his hot lips gently dropped a kiss on her forehead.

The kiss was very light, as if it was the illusion of Fengyu, but the place where her forehead was touched was very hot, and it seemed to be on fire. The temperature spread rapidly, and her whole face burned immediately.

Feng Yu a pair of eyes instantly open big, Zheng Zheng of looking at in front of magnify of peerless charm Yan, a blank in the mind, the body can't make any reaction.

Shifu, Shifu kisses her forehead. She feels that she can't breathe any more. It seems that her heart beat will stop.

But kiss forehead, should be very pure meaning.

"Little feather, you're finally coming of age. I've been waiting very hard."

Long Zixuan's soft voice rang out in his ear. His lips left her forehead and his eyes were burning at her. Fengyu was so nervous that she didn't dare blink. Her eyes were staring at him. Her red lips moved and she said, "master, what do you say?"

Master said that she was finally coming of age. Did he have to wait very hard? Why does he have to wait so hard? She's just an adult. Why can't she understand at all?

Looking at her suspicious appearance, long Zixuan reached for her hand, touched her hair lightly, and said, "I'll tell you in the evening. Well, it's late. As a teacher, I'll make up my hair for you."

"Wanfa?"

Fengyu looked at him in amazement. She didn't hear it wrong. The master actually said that she wanted to help her wind up her hair? What's the situation? What's more, master, can he do it?

Dragon Zixuan smiles with her lips, and her hands are on her head. She gently unties her bun and puts her green silk down one by one.

He looked at her with satisfaction, and said in his voice, "today is the day of little feather's hairpin, so grandfather Yun specially invited a teacher to make hair for little feather."

Fengyu just feel saliva unlimited flooding, she some rigid swallow saliva, said, "but, is not by my female elders to my hair?"

In her only common sense, she vaguely remembers that when a woman comes of age, she is usually groomed and presided over by the female elders in her family. Isn't that the case? Is she wrong?

Long Zixuan's fingers caressed her soft, satin like green silk. His hands felt very good, which made him linger. His eyes moved to the mirror in front of him. In the mirror, from another angle, they looked like a pair of men and women nestling together.

He hooked up the corners of his lips, gradually intoxicated with the light of his eyes, and said softly, "according to the rules, it's true. However, now the cloud family has no female elders who are worthy of small feather hair, so grandfather Yun will think of letting us do it for him."

He reached out and turned her face to the mirror, forcing her eyes to look into his eyes in the mirror, one intoxicated, one embarrassed.

"Why, does Xiaoyu want General Yun's wife to help you with the ceremony?"

Feng Yu took a deep breath and calmed herself down. She sighed and said, "please help me with the hosting, but master, you should help me with a beautiful bun."

In fact, for her, it's just an insignificant hairpin ceremony. It doesn't matter who presides over it. However, since my grandfather asked my master to preside over it for her, my master has already agreed.

If at this time, it doesn't matter who she is in charge of, I'm afraid the master will be angry. Even if she is not angry, I'm afraid she will feel uncomfortable.

So, of course, she can't show her indifferent attitude.

Long Zixuan chuckles, picks up the wooden comb on the table and combs her hair gently. He moves gently. Fengyu can hardly feel the slight pain of pulling her scalp.

Looking at the gentle looking dragon Zixuan through the mirror, I can't help but see the scene that he ordered Chixiao to destroy an Yunxi's face two days ago.

She could not imagine that such a heartless and bloodthirsty man would have such a gentle side.

Master really dotes on her. So far, she hasn't seen him. He is so kind to another person.

Feng Yu sighed again. If only the fragments of Feng Shen seal were not in her body. If only Take out the seal fragments, she won't die.

Maybe, she can have no fear of her master.Now this kind of situation, doomed the master can't become the person she trusts, no matter how good the master is to her, she can't completely put down her guard to him.

Sometimes she even dreamed that the master's hand was like a sharp blade, penetrating her body mercilessly, and took out the seal.

Every time she had such a dream, she would subconsciously want to escape from her master. It seems that subconsciously, she had already determined that that day would come sooner or later.

Her head is about to explode. Fengyu closes her eyes painfully and hides her emotions together. Shifu is too sensitive. If you let him see her eyes, he might see through a lot of things.

With her eyes closed, her senses became stronger than ever. She could feel master's long and perfect fingers moving skillfully and gently over her head.

She closed her eyes and said in an empty voice, "master, do you often make hair for people?"

It's hard for him to be so proficient. Fengyu can't imagine that if master often arranges hair for others, then who is the person who is so honored?

She must be very important to Shifu. Otherwise, how could a person like Shifu be willing to make hair for others?

This thought rose, and she was frightened by her own thought. Shifu would only make hair for the important person. Then, would she be the important person to Shifu?

"Little feather, this is the first time for us to make hair for others."

The top of the head rings the soft voice of the Dragon purple Xuan, the Feng feather frightens of open two eyes, through the mirror can't believe of looking at his half droop attentive eyes son, surprised of say, "how possible? So skilled for the first time? "

Judging from master's proficiency, I feel that I have done this kind of thing a thousand times.

Long Zixuan chuckled and glanced at her with his eyes raised. He kept moving in his hands and said, "do you think anyone has the right to let me make up hair for her?"

"I want to know why master is so skilled?" Looking at the top of the head with cloud bun gradually forming, phoenix feather still some can't believe of ask.

Long Zixuan quickly helped her to wind up the green silk and said, "last night, I let Chixiao look for several books to read. In fact, this kind of thing is not difficult."

Fengyu is silent. Well, there is a kind of metamorphosis in the world. No matter what you do, if you look at it once, you can do it without any defect. She is very sure that Shifu is definitely that kind of metamorphosis.

Wanfa is the most difficult thing for her. She has been in this world for so long, and she always worries about combing her hair.

If it's just a simple braid, she's good at it. But she can't do it with this kind of bun. Master, it's really hard for her to say.

When she sighed, long Zixuan had already finished her hair. He took out a hairpin from his sleeve and put it in her bun.

High with cloud bun, insert a golden phoenix tail hairpin, phoenix feather was stabbed some dazzled, she reached out to touch the bun, and then trembled to touch the hairpin on the head.

"Woman, this hairpin is flowing with divinity. It's an artifact."

The sound of Qingmang's shaking suddenly rang out in her ear. Fengyu bumped into the hairpin's finger and shook it. As soon as the hairpin was put on her head by the master, she felt strange. Unexpectedly, it was an artifact.

She didn't pay attention to Qingmang. She sat on the chair and looked at longzixuan. Her voice trembled and said, "master, this hairpin..."

She suddenly some don't know how to continue to say, just export words also stopped, long Zixuan satisfied with looking at the hairpin on her head, set off her charming and moving.

Red lips fretted and said, "this hairpin is specially for me to send you. It's called Chaofeng."

For this day, he prepared for a long time in advance, and this hairpin is just one of them. Later in the evening, he has a gift for her.

That gift is her real adult gift.

Feng Yu took a breath, and then stretched out his hand to pull the hairpin on the bun. Long Zixuan quickly grabbed her wrist and said, "little feather, this is for the teacher. Don't take it down."

Feng Yu's wrist was caught. She looked at long Zixuan and shook her head. She said, "master, this hairpin is an artifact. It's too expensive. I can't have it."

"It's just an artifact," long Zixuan said in a casual voice. "It's just a low-level artifact, a small feather. Whatever you send out, whether it's valuable or not, will never be taken back. Do you understand?"

He took her hand and put it down. He suddenly chuckled at her. "I really want to talk about the value. The value of the dress I gave you before is far above this hairpin."

This hairpin is already an artifact, and the value of that dress is actually higher than this hairpin, which means that that dress is the worst artifact.

Feng Yu stares at him, and the master casually sends out two artifact. Is it really good to be so rich?

"See dragon master."

At this time, Xiaotang came in from the door with a wooden plate in her hand. She bowed slightly to longzixuan. Longzixuan's red lips opened slightly and said, "no more."Small Tang arrived a gratitude, and looked at Feng Yu, said, "three young ladies, you want white yarn."

She presents the wooden plate in her hand. Fengyu takes the white gauze in the plate and covers her face in the mirror. Long Zixuan looks at her. The girl in front of her is wearing a light purple suit and covers her face with a light white gauze. She is exquisite and beautiful.

His eyes moved, very quickly across a dark light.

"Master long, miss three, master and young master are waiting in the ancestral hall. If you are ready, you can go now." The housekeeper comes in behind Xiaotang and says respectfully.