Traveling to ancient times to become a princess, she wins every step of the way

Hearing the movement in their room, Qinglian, who was waiting in the yard, immediately asked someone to send warm water into the Huajian Pavilion.

Following Mrs. Su's instructions, she stood outside the beaded curtain on the second floor and whispered inside: "The warm water has been brought. Please ask Your Highness Prince Rui and Princess Rui to cleanse your face."

Then he took the maids and evacuated the house directly.

What Mrs. Su means is that no matter what a couple does, doing it personally can always increase some feelings.

Long Yunxuan, who never needed help with grooming, didn't find it inconvenient.

After Long Yunxuan washed his face, he poured out the water and raised his hand to add a ladle of new water.

When he returned to the second floor with the wooden basin, he saw Su Liluo sitting in front of the bronze mirror, her eyebrows furrowed, her slender arms twirling her thick black hair several times around her head. The expression is actually quite ferocious.

"Are you going to hang them?"

When Su Liluo said this, she simply tied her black hair into a ponytail behind her neck with a ribbon.

Who made her come to this era for so long, but she still hasn't learned how to deal with her black hair that reaches her waist.

On weekdays, Luzhu helps her comb and tie her hair.

Just now, she tried hard to comb them back and forth on her head for a long time, but she couldn't fix them.

On weekdays, she could look at the fluttering green bamboo and pull out a beautiful bun. Now that she thinks about it, she is really very dexterous.

Here in Su Liluo, combing your hair is much more complicated than holding a needle or holding a sword.

Hey, this grandma is so uninteresting, why didn't she even send a maid to help her comb her hair?

"Ah!"

Old Mrs. Su, who was sitting in the Fushou Hall, suddenly sneezed.

She smiled and said, "It must be that girl Luo'er who is slandering me in her heart."

Place the basin on the corner of the rosewood dressing table.

Long Yunxuan soaked a soft handkerchief in some warm water and wrung it dry.

The slender fingertips clamped on the veil, twisting it like a twist.

"Close your eyes."

He lowered his eyes and looked at Su Liluo, smiling softly.

"You are..."

Do you want to cleanse her face?

Long Yunxuan's next actions confirmed her guess.

After helping her clean her face, Long Yunxuan turned directly behind her and stood still.

The next second, Su Li's ponytail at the back of her neck was untied.

The silky and thick black hair passed through Long Yunxuan's slightly cool fingertips, falling like a beautiful waterfall.

Through the bronze mirror in front of her, Su Liluo could see the serious and gentle look on Long Yunxuan's face.

It was like magic. In just a moment, her long hair, which she had not combed for a long time, turned into a dignified and elegant bun in his hands.

"Long Yunxuan, can you still do this?"

Su Liluo let out a low cry in surprise. His speed was so fast that she didn't even see how he pulled her hair back.

"Ah."

With his eyes lingering by her ears, Long Yunxuan raised his eyes seriously in the bronze mirror to see if her buns on both sides were neat.

Finally, he smiled with satisfaction.

"How about it, do you like it?"

"I like it! Your skills are better than mine."

Su Liluo raised her bare hands to cover the hair on her forehead and looked at the bronze mirror.

When did this kid learn such an out-of-body technique?

Which girl's three thousand black hairs are used to practice your hands? ?

"She is my queen mother."

"Ah? What"

Long Yunxuan's hand covered Su Liluo's shoulder.

He stood behind her, leaned down, and pressed his handsome face against her cheek.

There was a hint of ridicule in his tone: "I said that my hair-twisting skills were all learned from my mother."

"At the beginning, when my mother blocked the assassin's sword for my father, she stayed in bed for more than a month and lingered on the hospital bed. It was all because of the hair I tied for her with my own hands."

"So, Princess, are you satisfied?"

Su Liluo raised her eyes and happened to collide with the dark eyes in the bronze mirror.

Although he was smiling, there was only a feeling of distress in her eyes.

"No one asked you..."

"Do I look like such a stingy woman?"

He didn't want the painful memories of the past to hit him again.

Su Liluo responded to him pretending to be a joke.

"My king, take a look, um, it does look very similar!"

"Long Yunxuan, you are annoying!"

He raised his arms and put them around her shoulders.

Long Yunxuan's thin lips twitched and he said with a slight smile: "Does the princess really hate this king?"

Su Liluo raised her chin slightly, her clear eyes falling into his.

She smiled and said, "No, I like you - Long Yunxuan."

The arc on his lips became higher and higher. He leaned down again, his eyes met hers, and their foreheads touched lightly.

The warmth spread from their foreheads touching each other to the bottom of their hearts.

"Su Liluo, I also like you very much."

After putting her hair into a bun, Long Yunxuan picked up a thin pen on the dressing table, dipped some Shidai powder on it, and gently placed it on Su Liluo's eyebrows.

He held the thin pen with his beautiful fingertips, along her perfect brow bones, trying to slowly outline Su Liluo's two willow eyebrows to make them more charming.

At this moment, Long Yunxuan only had Su Liluo in his eyes, and there was only a pen in his hand, although it could be seen that he was trying his best to control his wrist and keep it steady.

But Su Liluo could still clearly see that the fingertips holding his pen were trembling slightly.

The hair-twisting was done skillfully and skillfully because of the filial piety to the late empress, but the eyebrow-threading was done just because I wanted to make her smile happily.

Su Liluo was very moved. She slowly raised her wrist and covered Long Yunxuan's writing hand.

"Come on, look at the eyebrow peak here and the eyebrow tip here. Just lengthen it a little bit and it'll be fine..."

"Oh, His Majesty Prince Rui is really good at his skills. They are more beautiful than the eyebrows I painted myself!"

Although Su Liluo is not good at combing her long hair, she is still quite good at putting on makeup.

But she didn't stop him, and she didn't dislike Long Yunxuan for painting her eyebrows.

On the contrary, when he was finishing the last stroke of her eyebrows, he frowned, stood back, shook his head and said:

"Is it more beautiful than your painting? Why do I feel a little weird!?"

Su Liluo turned her head and looked at herself in the bronze mirror. After holding it in for a long time, she finally burst out laughing.

"Well, after hearing what you said, when I looked carefully, it seemed a bit ugly!"

"Oh, but it doesn't matter. Just practice more in the future!"

Long Yunxuan saw the teasing in her eyes clearly. He put down the brush in his hand, crossed Su Liluo's slender waist, and tickled her at her waist.

"Okay, Su Liluo, are you kidding me?"

"Hahaha... I don't dare, I don't dare... Haha... Your Highness, Prince Rui, is an extraordinary painter. I'm not laughing at you... Haha... It's so itchy, so itchy... Long Yunxuan, please stop tickling me, really. , I don’t laugh anymore, I don’t laugh at you anymore…”

Being laughed at by him non-stop, Su Liluo hurriedly showed weakness and begged for mercy.