When Duan Qifeng and his party returned to the General's Mansion, it was already nightfall. Along the way, Fuhua kept sighing at the glorious and majestic momentum of the palace, although Duan Qifeng and Yan Shuangfei were silently immersed in the world of the two, she also enjoyed herself. Such a spirit of self-entertainment made Yan Shuangfei admire.

The summer night was slightly cool, and after dinner, Fuhua pestered Duan Ming to take her out shopping, and she couldn't sit still for a moment. Qi'er was half-pushed, and was also pulled out by the blowing painting. With such a combination, Yan Shuangfei really didn't know if he was deliberately matching Qi'er and Duan Ming, or if he was so bored that he wanted to make a light bulb.

Yan Shuangfei went back to the bedroom alone, and the servants were all sent down by Duan Qifeng, so she also took off her outfit defenselessly, and put on women's clothes after bathing.

In front of the dresser, Yan Shuangfei slowly combed her long and smooth green hair, quietly looking at the "self" in the mirror that she had not seen for a long time, and the tiredness of the day made her feel sleepy.

Suddenly, the door of the bedroom was gently pushed open and closed, and Duan Qifeng walked in with a pace.

Yan Shuangfei reflexively turned his head, and looked at the smiling eyes of Qi Feng in the upper section with some astonishment, and didn't know what kind of expression to use to face him for a while.

"That's what looks like you." Duan Qifeng said lightly, standing behind Yan Shuangfei.

"What does it mean to be 'like me', this is what I am." Yan Shuangfei was amused by his illogical words and said with a grin.

Duan Qifeng nodded slightly, but took the comb in Yan Shuangfei's hand and slowly combed her hair. Yan Shuangfei's hand suddenly emptied, and he subconsciously looked at the man in the mirror, but heard him laugh softly: "I'll come." ”

Comb to the end.

Second, comb the white hair and raise the eyebrows.

Three combs are full of children and grandchildren.

Yan Shuangfei silently recited in his heart the three sentences he had heard on TV. If there is a man who is willing to comb your hair, then he must have the desire to grow old with your gray hair.

"Qiqi's hair is beautiful." Duan Qifeng combed it, but his eyes kept staring at the woman in the mirror, and he praised softly.

Yan Shuangfei only felt that her face was hot, but fortunately, the light was slightly dim, and the slight flush was indistinguishable, which didn't make her feel embarrassed. She pursed her lips and smiled, half-jokingly and half-seriously: "People say 'married couples', you comb my hair for me, and I will only be allowed to have one wife in the future, and I will not be allowed to marry anyone else in this life." ”

"Is 'knotting' the only thing?" Duan Qifeng pretended to be puzzled and asked curiously.

Yan Shuangfei's little "conspiracy" was exposed on the spot, and he had to say vaguely: "I don't care, anyway, we are all 'monogamous' there, if you marry me, you can't marry someone else." ”

The corners of Duan Qifeng's mouth hooked up a wry smile, and the hand holding the wooden comb froze for a moment. Growing old together, can he be extravagant with such beauty......

Just as Duan Qifeng was in a daze, Yan Shuangfei turned around, smiled at Duan Qifeng, and asked, "Brother Feng, is there a red rope?" ”

"Red rope?" Duan Qifeng came back to his senses and asked puzzledly.

"Hmm!" Yan Shuangfei smiled and nodded, his eyes shining with expectation.

Duan Qifeng pursed his lips and smiled, then put down the comb, opened the wall cabinet next to him, took out a red rope from it, and handed it to Yan Shuangfei.

Yan Shuangfei took the red rope with a smile, raised his face and said gently, "I also need a pair of scissors." ”

Looking at Yan Shuangfei's expectant smile, Duan Qifeng suddenly understood everything. He nodded, took another pair of scissors from the closet, and handed them over with both hands.

Duan Qifeng handed the scissors to Yan Shuangfei's hand, then took her hand and took her to the edge of the bed to sit down. Yan Shuangfei smiled silently, reluctant to break such a warm atmosphere.

The scissors were slowly lifted by Yan Shuangfei, and she held a strand of hair with her other hand and cut it slowly. A bundle of green silk was cut by sharp scissors and held in Yan Shuangfei's hand. Duan Qifeng smiled softly, took Yan Shuangfei's scissors, and without the slightest hesitation, he also cut off a strand of green silk on his head and handed it to Yan Shuangfei.

Yan Shuangfei took the precious strand of hair, put it together with hers, took out the red rope, carefully tied the hair together, and tied it with a beautiful bow.

"Is that 'knotting'?" Duan Qifeng had heard the term "knotting hair", but he had never taken actual action. It's just that his mood at the moment, in addition to excitement, is vaguely uneasy.

Yan Shuangfei nodded seriously, smiling happily. "This is evidence, and you won't be able to deny it if you want to."

Duan Qifeng shook his head helplessly, but he reached out and gently touched the hair that had been tied up very gently. Is this the origin of getting married......

"What if I repent?" After a moment of silence, Duan Qifeng asked softly.

"You dare?!" Yan Shuangfei clenched his fists and slammed into front of Duan Qifeng. Although she had a serious face, there was a smile in her eyes, but Duan Qifeng was not as relaxed and happy as she expected, but had a stiff face, as if she was thinking about some heavy topic.

Yan Shuangfei's eyes suddenly dimmed, and he couldn't help but feel uneasy. Her smile froze on her face, and her fist remained in mid-air.

"Brother Feng......" Yan Shuangfei couldn't help but exclaim, and his brows furrowed.

Duan Qifeng came back to his senses at this time, he met Yan Shuangfei's worried gaze, his heart suddenly hurt, he barely squeezed out a smile, and pretended to respond easily: "What's wrong?" ”

Yan Shuangfei finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Duan Qifeng's poker face collapse. She pursed her lips and pretended to complain, "Hmph, looking at you like that, you thought you didn't want to tie your hair with me." ”

"What, Qiqi is scared?" Duan Qifeng chuckled, even though all kinds of feelings surged in his heart, he still looked indifferent.

"Who's afraid? If you dare not want me, I will, I will ......" Yan Shuangfei frowned, with a very difficult expression, but he had no choice but to do nothing.

"What about you?" Duan Qifeng was amused by Yan Shuangfei's pretended exaggerated appearance, and asked along with her words.

Yan Shuangfei was blocked and had no lines, but he rolled his eyes, grinned silently, hugged Duan Qifeng's arm, and leaned his head on his shoulder.

"Even if you don't want me in the future, it's too late, too late. In this life, I will rely on you, and I will not let go until I die......," Yan Shuangfei said proudly.

Duan Qifeng's face was filled with a happy smile, but it froze the moment Yan Shuangfei said that word.

Die, and don't let go......

"The dragon and the phoenix are knotted with silk, the clouds are knotted with color, one inch of concentric wisps, and the flower of longevity for a hundred years." Yan Shuangfei recited the oath softly and smiled contentedly.

Duan Qifeng's face suddenly darkened, he grabbed the bundle of green silk, and stood up before Yan Shuangfei could react.

"It's late at night, you should rest early." Duan Qifeng left the next sentence and walked out of the room without looking back.

Yan Shuangfei was stunned on the spot, his eyes followed Duan Qifeng's body closely, until his back disappeared into the door, and he didn't come back to his senses.