Zijin quietly looked at himself in the bronze mirror, and the two strands of black hair on the side of his ears fell down, only as long as his neck. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Fan Yi held a Nanmu comb in his hand, and repeatedly gestured back and forth, embarrassed.

"County ...... Princess, what kind of bun do you want? Pink coat for you. ”

The bun should be difficult to comb, Zijin shook the uneven hair on both sides that were cut by the sword, and wrapped his fingers around the hair, twisting and wrapping.

Last night, Zijin cut Rong Li's hair to the same length as her in a fit of anger, and now she regrets it a little, the impulse at that time.

Where his eyes skimmed to the corner of the dresser, the white headband that had been separated from Zijin's hair yesterday was carefully folded and neatly folded, lying there quietly.

Compared with the headbands that are taken seriously, the holy decree that was casually thrown there on the side is a bit miserable, and it is as lonely as the dead leaves on an autumn day.

Zijin's fingers touched the holy decree, but the corners of his mouth were raised, but he couldn't smile, and his palm still had the cold that he knelt on the green brick last night, which stimulated his nerves.

"Lin Wangfu encountered a bad person, I was very sad, I couldn't sleep all night, sad in addition to thinking, the lord of Hanlian was still in the jasper years, suddenly changed, and the sadness in my heart was even worse, I specially called Hanlian as a righteous daughter, with the position of the princess, given to live in the princess's mansion, and gave the title of Anlin."

Princess Anlin, as Rong Li said, broke her family overnight, and changed from a county lord to an honorable princess.

A good story about the emperor's affection was circulated among the people, and the ministers in the palace were full of praise for the emperor's wise decision-making.

Princess Anlin is a woman, and the only surviving Lin family, helpless, the emperor accepted her as a righteous daughter, not only left the image of benevolence and righteousness in the hearts of the people, but also used this to envelop the princes and princes of other places.

Let them rest assured that they will serve the emperor and Tianyu, and even if they will unfortunately die one day, their children will get the best home.

Closing her eyes, for some reason her heart was only full of sadness at this time, and she had nowhere to confide.

Is the honorable status really that good?

She didn't doubt it, in order to be able to walk on the dragon chair in the Taiji Palace, her grandfather spent his whole life in calculations and laid out the layout, but unfortunately, in the end, he didn't get anything, is it really worth it?

Zijin sighed deeply with helplessness.

"Princess, don't you like this bun?"

The voice of the pink coat pulled Zijin's thoughts back, looking at the high bun in the bronze mirror, although there were not too many jewels and jade embellishments, but it was still faintly uncomfortable.

"Fanyi, you can find me a pair of scissors."

Zijin took the scissors that Fan Yi found, grabbed the residual hair with one hand, and was about to cut it off with the scissors, but it was intercepted the moment it touched the hair.

"Princess, what are you doing here? Fan Yi knows that you are sad because of the matter between Rong Gongzi and Lin Wangfu, and the princess can do whatever she wants, but she can't cut off your hair. ”

Pink Yi's voice was eager, Zijin looked at her and smiled helplessly, "Silly girl, I haven't been stupid enough to be this kind of princess, I just want to repair the residual hair." ”

Fanyi's hand grabbing Zijin's arm trembled slightly, and quickly withdrew it, "Fanyi still thought." ”

"Think I've seen through the red dust?" Zijin deliberately raised his voice and teased.

Fan Yi lowered her head shyly, Zijin reached out and touched her head, "How can my Fan Yi be so cute?" ”

There was no blame, her voice was a little loving, Fan Yi bit her lip, her cheeks flushed, "The princess always laughs at Fan Yi." ”

Zijin tugged at the corners of his mouth, and a shallow smile was involved, but it didn't reach the bottom of his eyes, "I'm a little hungry, can you prepare some food for me?" ”

"Well, Fanyi will go." The petite woman stood briskly and ran out of the house with her skirt in hand.

Zijin looked at the place where the pink clothes left, lowered his head and groaned.

Pink clothes are simple-minded, in her eyes there will always be only beauty, she will be sad because of Zijin's sadness, happy because of Zijin's happiness, always take care of her carefully, such a girl makes Zijin at a loss, it is warm to have Fan Yi by her side, but Zijin can't help but be afraid in her heart.

Pick up the Nanmu comb, comb the green silk little by little until the end of the hair, Zijin put down the comb, then pick up the scissors on the side, put them on the residual hair, and slowly cut the residual hair together.

"The Book of Filial Piety" Zeng Yun: The body is skinned, and the parents who receive it dare not destroy it, and the beginning of filial piety is also. Standing up and doing the way, making a name for the future, in order to show your parents, and the end of filial piety.

In ancient feudal thought, there was a superstition about cutting hair, when the length of the hair was over the waist, the hair cutting had to go through the yellow calendar, and the auspicious day and good day were selected, so the pink clothes would stop her behavior.

Moreover, in ancient times, women cut their hair at will, most of which meant seeing through the red dust. Pessimistic and disappointed in the environment, resentful and dissatisfied with the excesses of the action.

Because in ancient times when they were imprisoned by feudal dogma, it was difficult for women to cut their hair, and they would only do it if they had great dissatisfaction and pain in their hearts, so cutting their hair was also an extremely cruel punishment.

It's understandable for Pink to worry about her, losing her loved ones, losing the people she cares about, although Zijin grins every day, but anyone who knows her can see that she is not as happy as she seems.

Zijin looked at the white headband, reached out and picked it up, and a burst of aroma of herbs came, so far and so close, just like its owner.

Eyes, rippling with the gentleness of spring water, smile, are familiar and elegant.

The girl's face in the bronze mirror, the angle of the corners of her lips when she smiles is so perfect.

Calm and elegant, smile lightly.

It's like a person.

Zijin tied the hairband around his wrist.

If you are ruthless, I will take a break, very chic and ruthless.

If you can't be ruthless, then remember, wait, wait until the memories are sealed by time, maybe after a long time, forget it.

One day, you will forget.

Zijin changed into plain clothes and walked to the door to open the door, but saw a man with loose black hair, leaning lazily under a flower tree, his face was smiling, his clothes were flowing, his expression was flying, with a kind of chic and comfortable that is rare in the world.

"The leaves are pale, the white dew is frost, there are glamorous ladies, would you like to swim and raft together?"

His voice is an unrestrained freedom from the depths of his soul, like a gust of wind that blows without leaving a trace.

"Brother Huan, why do you have time to invite me to travel with you today?"

The elegant man in front of him is Wang Huanzhi, who is uninhibited in Yayuan and plays elegance to the extreme, and Wang Zijing, a helpless person who inherits the family.

In the past, he was unrestrained, but now he is willing to protect his younger brother and put on the shackles, Zijin knows that he yearns for mountains and rivers and has no quarrel with the world, so he is more willing to call him a brother than the prince of the Wang family.

For Zijin, Wang Zijing is just a stranger, she only knows the freewheeling Wang Huanzhi.

Maybe it's because I haven't heard this title for too long, and Wang Huanzhi's face is moved and relieved.

"Those who know my heart, except for Ah Li, there is only Zijin alone, so I am satisfied."

still remember that his name was Wang Huanzhi instead of Zijing or the head of the Wang family.

Reality is often cruel, but if you can escape from reality, can you get the tranquility you yearn for?