Jiang Ting assassinated the person who peeked at Zhuo Yilan's appearance, and few people knew about it at the beginning. But Chu Lange is one of the few.

At that time, she told herself that she must not peek at Zhuo Yilan's face out of curiosity.

Chu Lange stood in place, a little regretful for coming to see him.

It's not about staying, it's not about quitting.

In the middle of the night, she heard a small soft sound behind her, the grinding of her robes.

Zhuo Yilan said: "My son's hair is still loose, you can help me comb it." ”

"......" Chu Lan Gexiu's eyebrows frowned slightly.

Combs? She's not good at it!

However, listening to his voice, it seems to be gradually normal.

Is it accepted that she is alive?

Chu Lange said kindly: "I'll help you call the maid and the little maid to come in." I'm really not good at this. ”

"No, it's good if you give Yu Feiyin a haircut."

"Are you sure it's good?"

"I do."

Chu Lange: "......"

Everyone has said this, can she still refuse?

Turning around, Chu Lange looked at Zhuo Yilan, who was sitting casually in front of the bronze mirror.

From this angle, only his back can be seen.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, she was a little self-deprecating, too timid.

Chu Lange walked behind him, picked up the rosewood comb, and ran his hair between his fingers. Silky to the touch, very comfortable. However, she still held back and did not look at the bronze mirror in front of her. After knowing each other for so many years, she can still hold back her curiosity, and she can't help but admire herself without looking at his appearance.

Chu Lange gradually got used to it, "Ah Xiu, you are a little different from before. ”

Not at all like a person.

Can a person have two sides?

The corners of Zhuo Yilan's mouth pursed a strange arc, "How about now?" How was it before? ”

"In the past, soldiers, always had a calm and vigorous spirit." Chu Lange smiled lightly, recalling life in the army, it was still very memorable.

I didn't say anything more.

Zhuo Yilan didn't let her go, "What now? ”

"Now? It feels like no. Chu Lange didn't comment on it.

"Is it arrogant and unruly? Wayward debauchery? Lawlessness, corrupt morality......" He read a bunch of words, sounding like the tone used by the old fritters in the main hall. It is very smooth to read, and you can imagine the situation when he was impeached, sensitized, criticized, and blamed.

As he spoke, he stretched out his slender feet.

Qingsi was tossed by her, and the corner of his eye secretly glanced at the bronze mirror.

Chu Lange recalled the situation of helping Ayin Wanfa a few days ago, and barely managed to get it right. However, the craftsmanship is still average, and if you really walk out of the door like this, I am afraid that it will also attract people's attention.

She smiled apologetically, "I'd better go out and call someone to help you reorganize." ”

"Not necessarily." Zhuo Yilan stopped.

He got up and walked to the hanger, took his hood and put it on.

When Chu Lange saw it, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, it was okay to have a hat to block it, it didn't matter if he went out, and said, "It's not early, ask the little guy outside to set up breakfast." ”

"You go and do it for Ben Gongzi yourself." Zhuo Yilan said lightly.

Chu Lange was stunned again.

Do you have such friends?

Forget it, for the sake of deceiving him for so long, just go with him, "My cooking skills are limited......"

It's not limited, it's not good at all.

Was he sure he wanted her to do it?

"Long-winded. Do what you do best. Zhuo Yilan picked up a coat, put it on and walked out.

Chu Lange shook his head.

Reluctantly, he slipped away to the kitchen.