"Well, probably."

Rong Yi saw that her little face was full of sad faces, a smile flashed in her eyes, and she seemed to think deeply for a while, and then answer her seriously.

Looking at the smile on his elegant eyebrows like moonlight, Ming Yulong's pink lips pursed tightly, and said:

"You're still laughing, you must have known from the beginning that my hair bun would fall asleep, and you didn't know how to remind me! It's all your fault! ”

Her coquettish words made Rong Yi's eyebrows move slightly, looked up at her, took the jade comb from her fingers with her white fingertips, and said softly:

"Come here, sit down, I'll help you comb it."

Suddenly, I saw a solution, but Ming Yulong was a little skeptical,

"Do you know how to comb? Are you really black-bellied? How is it so good all of a sudden? ”

He should have been happy watching her look foreign and making jokes.

"Why are there so many questions, come and sit down. There is still time for a stick of incense, and the Guozijian will arrive. Yi took the comb and pointed to a piece of the road in front of him.

Well, time waits for no one.

She is a stretch and bend, and the black belly can help her curl her hair, of course, it is excellent.

Snorting, Ming Yulong sat down obediently, turned his back to him, felt his body temperature coming from behind him with an ice-spring-like breath, moved his body a little uneasily, and said suspiciously:

"You are a big man, how can you have curled your hair?"

Rong Yi's hand gently stroked her hair, the bright green silk was like a river of ink, flowing from his white palm, and the sexy lips were slightly hooked,

Twisted hair didn't dare to say. Occasionally, I comb the button, but it never only combs one hairstyle, and I only do one. ”

Today is the second time I've heard Rong Yi talk about buckles.

Since she can let Rong Beihei comb her hair in a bun, she should be a girl.

She moved her hips, stared at the delicate patterns carved into the walls of the carriage, and said curiously:

"You're very good at buttoning up, and you remember what she likes to eat, and you help her curl her hair, what kind of friend is she?"

I feel like these things are done by close people.

It's not like to her, you have to see her anxious group turn around, so you are willing to help her.

Rong Yi listened to her question and said, "Very close friends, we are together every day." ”

Still together every day? Friends again?

She remembered that in addition to wives and concubines, men in ancient times also had a kind of maid called Tongfang, who had no name or share, but they also had to serve the male master to sleep.

Could it be that buckle is the ancient Tongfang!

She remembered that Feng'er said that Rong Yi has no wife or concubine, so it should be a room.

Rong Yi's hand is very gentle, and when he touches his scalp, he can feel the warmth from his fingertips.

The small force passes through the hair with a jade comb, and the movement is very light, making people feel as comfortable as enjoying a massage.

Ming Yulong narrowed his eyes, remembering that his good skills were all practiced with the Tongfang called Buckle.

I don't know what's going on, my heart is a little uncomfortable.

She also thought that Rong Yi was a rare good man.

In addition to Miss Bai, who has a childhood sweetheart, there is also a good friend who is with her every day.

Dare to love this ancient man, it is unreliable.

If you can't go back to modern times, if you want to find a clean husband here, I'm afraid it will be difficult.

She'd better study more of the other things.

There was silence in the carriage for a while, and Rong Yi still had a shallow and faint appearance on his face.