Imperial Palace. In the splendid Cheng'en Palace, the heat is cut off behind the red copper door, and the smooth gold brick floor reflects the dark robe feet.

"Grass people Ah Wei, meet His Royal Highness King Xian." Rong Wei knelt down and kowtowed to the ground, he didn't look up, he could only see a pair of snow-white fish-like bare feet reflected in the sunlight, running towards him.

Don't wear shoes well. The corners of Rong Wei's lips hooked, and he suddenly felt a small face reach the tip of his nose.

Rong Wei was taken aback. Suddenly sat on the ground: "Xian, His Royal Highness the Xian King?" ”

Zhao Xiche squatted on the ground, supported his chin with both hands, and clubbed his head in front of the man, puffing out the pride that the trick had succeeded: "Hey, I'm scared Ah Wei!" ”

Rong Wei couldn't cry or laugh. Just as he was about to resume his kneeling posture, Zhao Xiche's head was two inches closer: "Listening to Ah Wei coming to see me, I sent all the palace people out, and there were no outsiders." ”

Within a few moments, the round black eyes were like grapes, and Rong Wei didn't dare to move when he was stared at: "That...... Then you don't have to salute? Your Highness, Your ...... It's too close. ”

As soon as the words fell, the little hand grabbed Rong Wei's arm and pulled him up: "Of course you don't need to!" Wei! Ah Wei, look at you! ”

There was a moment of dizziness in this tug.

It stands to reason that even if ten strong men come, they won't be able to pull this swordsman who was once a general. But maybe Fang Cai's little head was too close, and the crisp youthful atmosphere was a little stronger, and Rong Wei was a little drunk and didn't slow down.

Finally stabilized his footing, and the swordsman saw that in the huge and solemn Golden Palace, the young man opened his hands, hula and vibrated his sleeves, and his face was full of anticipation.

Rong Wei was stunned: "Is it to let the grass people see their clothes...... Dark? ”

"yes, yes! Ah Wei, you taste, you taste! The boy took a plate of food from the desk again, ran over, and stood on tiptoe.

Rong Wei looked down. Flax cake?

He looked at the young man with round eyes and sparkling eyes, like a fluttering quail, and still didn't understand what kind of game the Xuanyi and flax cakes were put together.

"Your Highness's status is precious, and it is not appropriate to be mysterious. There are also flax cakes that are only eaten in the market, and His Royal Highness should not eat more. After a long time, Rong Wei lowered his head and clenched his fists.

So the quail deflated: "Ah, fool, big fool, you told me." ”

Rong Wei looked at the depressed little head, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he instantly understood this series of watching and tasting.

Yes, once Zhao Xiche came to Jixiangpu to see him, asked him what he liked to eat, wear, and play, like to eat flax cakes, and liked Xuan, which was his answer at that time.

Rong Wei's heart was hot. It's been almost a year, do you remember this little highness?

"Originally, when I went south with my father, I bought a lot of knives and good knives for Ah Wei! You said it, you rejoice in the knife! But I didn't hide the list, and I was burned by my mother's life. Zhao Xiche was annoyed and pouted, "It's such a long string, there is no scum left, and it's too late now." ”

"Didn't Your Highness already give the grass people a knife?" Rong Wei hurriedly persuaded, patted his side, and added, "This knife is the favorite of the grass people in their lives." ”

He came with the sword. The golden and brilliant big knife inlaid with treasure and jade swaggered all the way, lined with a black robe and solemn, which was extremely incongruous.

Zhao Xiche's eyes lit up, and he was about to grin, and then he made a solemn face: "Favorite in my life?" Who told you to go to the knife? ”

Rong Wei was puzzled and touched his nose: "...... By the way, the grass people came to see me today, yes, about hair...... No, hair cuts. ”

Rong Wei always felt that in front of Zhao Xiche, his mind couldn't move.

After entering the hall for a long time, he remembered his business. The hair cutting ceremony began with the soldiers going out to fight, and it spread, and later there were also sages and people with lofty ideals, as a way to express some determination.

However, even if King Xiaoxian dared to cut it himself, he didn't dare to accept it, giving him a bun would be equivalent to giving him his head, and this kind of gambling was too heavy.

"Your Royal Highness, come here." Rong Wei was upright, pulled Zhao Xiche closer, leaned down, raised his hand, and touched the young man's golden crown.

"Wei?" Zhao Xiche watched the shadows cast and suddenly became nervous.

“…… Don't move. Rong Wei spit out two words lightly, in a low voice, and took off the golden crown hairpin in a blink of an eye, and the bundled hair fell apart.

The black hair that used to be worn by Eguanbo is now shoulder-length, and it seems to have been trimmed by the craftsmen in the palace later, and the ends of the hair are neat, and a line rests above the shoulders, hanging smoothly.

Like a black satin curtain.

Rong Wei raised his eyebrows and looked at it for a long time. How to say it, his parents who have been affected by the body and skin, he has never seen anyone with this kind of hairstyle, and now it seems that it is not strange to put it on Zhao Xiche, and it is even more and more youthful.

It's the kind of teenager who flies in Shengjing and spends the horseshoe moon. When the horse's hooves stepped on the tip of the grass, the shoulder-high black hair was fierce, and the goshawk could perch on his arm.

“…… Ugly? Zhao Xiche was stared at and asked in a low voice.

"Just scatter it." Rong Wei straightened up and said very seriously, "It's already short, and if you force it to tie it up, it will look like a cupola." ”

"Cupola?" Zhao Xiche glanced at the sky, his little face sank, and he shouted angrily, "Ah Wei! You just feel ugly! ”

In the direction that Zhao Xiche couldn't see, the corners of Rong Wei's lips hooked, and he took a small red sandalwood box and came out: "The bun of the hair cutting ceremony will return to Zhao completely." ”

Zhao Xiche's gaze turned over, and his little face sank even more.

Rong Wei took a deep breath and kowtowed to the ground, which was the courtesy of the monarch and minister, and the gold brick ground touched his forehead, cooling his hot mind, cooling down, and finally cold.

He told himself countless times that the person in front of him was a young man in the prime of the Western Zhou Dynasty, clean, fresh, and innocent. And he is an old guest who has been buried by history and is full of dust.

"The grass people, the general of the Eastern Zhou Yu Lin Wei, can't afford to be so trusted by the King of the Western Zhou Dynasty. The country was ruined, but fortunately it was preserved, and the rest of his life only wanted to protect the auspicious shop and live the days of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. The nobles of the heavenly family are not what they used to be, and they dare not have any thoughts of non-division. The hair cut bun is returned. I also hope that this will be cherished, His Royal Highness will have a splendid future, and don't think about the grass people. ”

Rong Wei put the red sandalwood box on the ground, and with a clear sound, the hall fell into a sudden silence.

Even after rehearsing these words countless times, now that he said it in front of his face, Rong Wei's brain still brushed a blank in his brain, and he didn't dare to look up at the young man's expression at all.

Calm down, calm down. Sober, sober again. He told himself over and over again, suppressing the chest tightness that came from nowhere, and wondering if it was heat stroke.

It hurts.

"Because of the hair cutting ceremony, it forced Ah Wei to be so desperate." Zhao Xiche chuckled suddenly, stretched out his hand suddenly, and snatched the saber on Rong Wei's side, the rich and powerful knife he gave him.

Bang dang. The young man smashed the knife on the gold brick ground, and after a while, cracks broke in the jade and shattered precariously.

"Your Highness, Your Highness?" Rong Wei thought that Zhao Xiche was angry with a knife, and was frightened by the smashing sound of the hall.