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The early morning sun sprinkled on the window of the carved flowers, the window was still condensed with crystal dewdrops, and in the bird cage under the eaves, Xiaocui was combing a beautiful feather in the morning breeze, and the willow silk after the leaves had fallen was gently brushing by the window.

Qing Niang is like a docile and lovely little white rabbit, curled up in Yang Yi's arms, she has always been used to getting up early to read and ink, but this morning she did not wake up from a sweet sleep.

Although Yang Yi was extremely gentle last night, in order to give her a good memory of the first night, she also tried her best to send the girl to the clouds several times, but she was afraid that she would be tired.

Her jade arms and legs were wrapped around Yang Yi's body, and it was hard to imagine that this poetic and picturesque person would have such a sleeping position.

Thinking of the scene of teasing her last night, Yang Yi couldn't help but show a smug smile, last night's beautiful scenery, whenever the girl was about to climb the clouds, he slowed down and let the girl chant poetry.

When Qing Niang was hanging in the air, she had to chant according to him, "Last night's wind and rain ........." was mixed with intoxicating cries in the tactful chanting, which made people smell the sound of fairy music and music, which was really soul-destroying and eroding human bones.............

Yang Yi withdrew his gaze from the window of the early morning light, and saw the girl's mellow fragrant shoulders exposed, this late autumn morning, the weather was a little cold, Yang Yi hurriedly pulled Luo Ji to help her cover it, but the girl gently flipped her body, and the jade arm pressed down, but her entire upper body was exposed.

The pair of beautifully shaped peppers gently rose and fell with the breath, and the snow-white skin seemed to be transparent, making it almost impossible to take your eyes off.

Her small waist is really slender, and when it swings, it is as weak as a willow branch, with this pair of Yingying pepper milk. The curves of the body are beautifully outlined.

The slight coolness made the girl wake up slowly, and just opened her eyes. She found that there was a pair of big hands on her chest gently caressing, and she couldn't help but exhale softly: "Brother Yang............"

"Qing Niang. If you're tired, be obedient and sleep a little longer. ”

"You............... People don't sleep, you let go. ”

"Last night's wind and rain were fierce, and the heavy sleep did not kill the wine.........."

"Ah, you still say, you still say, don't say it!" Qing Niang was ashamed like a frightened rabbit and drilled into his arms. The scene of last night resurfaced in her mind, making her feel hot all over, at that time, he was forced to recite poetry, this shameful thing is afraid that she will not forget it in the next life.

Yang Yi saw that she was embarrassed, and couldn't bear to tease her anymore, so he stroked her pink back and said, "Don't worry, Qingniang, Brother Yang won't say anything about this, but you have to promise me in the future." And he recited poetry to me. ”

"No, I'm ashamed, Brother Yang is dead." Qing Niang covered herself under Luo Ji and spoke angrily. Yang Yi could feel her body getting hotter and hotter, like a burning red candle.

"Qingniang, you know what. In fact, the husband and wife need some fun between the bed, so that it is more ............."

"I don't listen. I don't listen to .........."

Yang Yi smiled, caressed her and stopped talking. The two of them warmed up for a while, and then Yang Yi picked her up and dressed and dressed.

Qing Niang Jasper is newly broken, and it is inevitable that there will be some inconvenience in her movement, Yang Yi hugged her to the dressing table, and thoughtfully combed her makeup.

Qing Niang saw him comb this again, but this time she didn't agree, and said with a slight disgust: "Brother Yang, you are not allowed to comb like this today, you have to help others comb a concentric bun." “

"But I can't comb my buns." Yang Yi spread his hands and looked innocent.

Qing Niang smiled and said: "Then you can learn, you comb, I will teach you how to do it." ”

"Okay, baby, tell me what to do with this first step."

Qing Niang said sweetly: "Actually, the concentric bun is very simple, you first comb other people's hair, and then pull it all to the top of the head and twist it into a round bun, but it's ............"

Qing Niang said that it is light, but Yang Yi actually operates it is another matter, it is not difficult to bring the long green silk to the top of the head, but it is a delicate job to roll it into a round bun, is it still called a concentric bun if it is not round?

Yang Yi was a little in a hurry just for this step, only to hear that Qing Niang still had 'but' behind, he couldn't help but stop and asked cautiously: "But what?" ”

Qing Niang saw that Brother Yang, who dared to slash in front of a million troops, was stumped by a concentric bun, and couldn't help but giggle a few times.

"Brother Yang, listen well, in addition to combing the bun, today you also have to hang a strand of hair on each of the two, the thickness of one finger, as a tassel hanging down to both shoulders, and then tie a small concentric knot each, well, that's it, Brother Yang comb quickly."

"Oh, Qing Niang, this is not right, a big concentric bun on the head, and two small concentric knots hanging down on both shoulders, this is not three hearts, how can this half-heartedness be done? It's not appropriate, it's really inappropriate. ”

Yang Yi is like an old researcher evaluating students' homework, with words in his mouth, his left hand supporting the elbow of his right hand, and his right hand holding up an index finger and shaking it.

"Brother Yang, you are talking nonsense, what half-heartedness, the top one is a concentric bun, and the bottom two are concentric knots, can the bun be the same as the knot? The upper bun represents single-mindedness, and the lower two knots represent heart-to-heart, understand, comb quickly, don't talk nonsense. ”

Full of happiness makes Qing Niang unconsciously reveal the girl's delicate state, and at the same time with a new Chengyu dew unique to the moving charm, the lips are not dotted and red, the charm is not painted and green, the eyes are with a full spring color, and the pear vortex on the cheeks looms like peony smoke.

"Okay Qingniang, if Brother Yang can't comb this concentric bun today, I won't go down this makeup building."

"That's not good, if you don't go downstairs, people have to go down, comb it quickly."

"Oh, lady, please be patient and wait for a while, Xiaosheng will do it."

Yang Yi said to do it, the steps are very simple, the key is how to round the bun, he coiled up the green silk of Qing Niang again and again, and tried again and again, tirelessly trying, perfecting, and trying to comb this bun perfectly.

Qing Niang pointed softly while looking at him, always with a sweet smile on her face.

Some things are very small, but it depends on who they do it for, if it is for their beloved, even small things will become very meaningful, at least Yang himself thinks so.

It took a long time for Yang Yi to stop, and looked at the concentric buns on Qing Niang's head like a craftsman examining his first work, and after feeling satisfied, he inserted the jade hairpin, Jin Tian, and Bu Shao one by one.

After the beautiful hairpin was inserted, Yang Yi then helped her draw her eyebrows, this matter is not difficult, Yang Yi used to help Qing Niang thrush, and he was already familiar with the light car, while drawing the eyebrows, he whispered:

Zimo is deep and green and crisp.

Snow Epsom Jinghua,

Thousands of miles fly red down.

Spring to the Great Wall, the cold has not receded,

The east wind squirts.

Sunset and sunset melt mirror water,

Get up late and comb your hair,

Draw the eyebrows with lazy hands.

Makeup to swim fish and geese drunk,

Who is competing for brightness?

Qing Niang is a beautiful poem, and then after this careful makeup, the girl in the mirror is graceful and clear, warm as jade, like peony cage smoke, pear blossom rain, isn't it really a can make the swimming fish and geese intoxicated?

Qing Niang listened to this poem and looked at this concentric bun with unusual significance, and she was stupid for a while.

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(To be continued.) )