Looking at the bun that was pulled out with just a comb, Lu Hualiang was stunned.

Xia Weibao was also stunned.

How can it be!

She turned abruptly, her face full of surprise and delight, "You...... How so? ”

Her heart was pounding, this craft had been lost for a long time, and even she couldn't.

Back then, her hair bun was contracted by Emperor Xia Liang, and she almost never combed her hair.

The makeup she set on the set today was drawn by her from memory, and the stylist used all kinds of hairpins to get it.

He actually used just a comb to get it out!

This is definitely something that Emperor Xia Liang can do!

Xia Weibao was very excited, and he had an uncertain thought in his heart, was he ...... Come to think of it?

Her emperor, did you think of her?

Lu Hualiang met her gaze and couldn't explain it.

He didn't know how he could get her hair like this.

Seeing the confusion in his eyes, the light in Xia Weibao's eyes suddenly dimmed a little.

With this expression, he himself didn't know what was going on.

"Who am I?" She asked, a little nervously.

Lu Hualiang, "......"

"Wife, who do you say you are?"

Xia Weibao was a little disappointed, I really didn't remember this reaction.

Looking at the mirror with mixed feelings, the figures of the two looked so harmonious.

She believes that his situation is only temporary, and he has memories before, and it is impossible not to have it in this life.

Maybe...... Maybe it's just been too long and he forgot ......

I'll remember it one day, isn't it a good phenomenon now?

Even if he didn't remember what happened between them, some instincts were so deep.

"I'll wait for you to remember." Xia Weibao muttered in a low voice.

She had a hunch that that day would not be too far away.

"What did you say?" Lu Hualiang didn't hear clearly.

"It's nothing, the bun is so beautiful."

Lu Hua's cool eyes deepened, and she had something to hide from him.

No one mentioned the bun again, Xia Weibao waited for him to think about it, and Lu Hualiang himself couldn't understand why.

"Wife, don't you believe in the past and this life."

Xia Weibao, who was lying on the bed, was in a daze and heard a man's voice ringing in his ears.

She was very sleepy and burrowed into his arms.

Lu Hualiang looked at the kitten-like woman in his arms, thinking that she was asleep and would not answer.

But after a while, the girl's dreamlike voice did not sound clearly.

"Faith, you are my past and present life."

After saying that, he fell asleep.

Lu Hualiang hugged her arm and slowly tightened it, and the corners of her mouth couldn't hide the gentleness.

The golden glazed tiles shimmer dazzlingly in the sun, the gongs and drums shake the sky, and the festive band plays the harmony of the phoenix.

The red carpet stretches endlessly, extending to the splendid Jinluan Hall, where a king who looks down on the world sits on the throne of the golden lacquer carved dragon.

The five-clawed golden dragon outlined by the gold wire on the red dragon robe is rampant, bright yellow and red are intertwined, and the majesty reveals endless joy.

The man sits on a dragon chair that symbolizes the pinnacle of power, looking down on the common people.

His gaze ignored the civil and military officials waiting in the hall, and always stared at the woman who was walking slowly on the red carpet.

The woman is dressed in a red wedding dress, and the delicate embroidery skills will weave the gold and silver threads into a phoenix with wings ready to fly.

The beaded crown pulls her hair, and the golden step sway falls down from the phoenix crown, reflecting the woman's skin as white as snow and delicate as a flower.

"Queen's ......"

The man in the main hall who looked down on the world whispered this title, and the outline that had always been cold and hard was like snow melting at that moment.