Rong Tianliu took the dress in her hand and put it on the tray.

"I ordered someone to work overnight, but do you still like it?"

Hearing the faint expectation in his words, Gui Chu nodded hurriedly.

"I naturally like it, but why do you embroider Fuso?"

"I remember that Fuyin said that you especially like Fusang, so you sent someone to embroider it."

In fact, not only Fusang, since she entered the palace, what she loves and what she hates, he has already known everything in his heart.

Seeing that she was a little stunned, Rong Tianliu sighed.

Reach out and pull her to the dressing table and press her gently against the chair.

Heyi placed the tray on the table, bowed, and withdrew with a smile.

Ouch hey!

The Lord is not only more humane, but also more virtuous!

Rong Tilt picked up the comb, gently picked up a strand of green silk, and combed it a little rustily.

At first, Gui Chu only felt that a few strands of hair had detached from her scalp.

Dull pain, dull pain, very light, very severe.

It was enough to leave a strong mark on her heart.

But Gui Chu didn't cry out for pain, just kept looking at the person standing behind her in the mirror, his eyes were a little sour.

Rong Liuliu's technique became more and more skilled, and he delicately curled a simple Feiyun bun for her.

Then, Rong Dumpling took out a purple hosta from his arms, the carved mold of Qingluan flowers, simple and elegant.

Holding her bun, she gently inserted the purple hosta diagonally into the green silk and adjusted it gently.

He took out a pair of glass jade pendants and carefully put them on her ears.

His fingertips were warm and a little shaky.

It seems to be extra restrained, afraid that a little bit of strength will hurt her.

Gui Chu touched the purple hosta, and the tentacles were warm, and it was no different from the warm jade in the forbidden land.

narrowed his eyes slightly, and Gui Chu laughed a little.

"When will the king of a country also make such a trivial matter of his daughter's family?"

Rong Tingliu chuckled and raised his eyebrows proudly.

"I'm not just going to have my hair curled!"

"Huh?"

Gui Chu was still puzzled, but Rong Tianliu straightened her out.

In Gui Chu's surprise, he picked up the powder on the table, pinched her little face, and traced it gently.

His strength was gentle, and it didn't make Gui Chu feel the slightest discomfort.

The powder in his hand was drawn on her eyebrows, and she, in her heart, traced him carefully and carefully.

His face was right in front of him, his deep eyes glowing with tenderness, and Gui Chu could easily see himself in his eyes.

She has a soft look and is like a daughter she has never been.

Looking at the thin crimson lips in front of him, he didn't think about it at first, so he leaned in.

“……”

Looking at the fingers pinching his chin, Gui Chu pouted dissatisfiedly.

Hum!

If you don't kiss, you won't kiss!

Rong Tianliu naturally saw her movements, let go of his hand, and smiled lightly.

"See, how?"

Gui Chu turned her head, she was already Yuyu eyebrows, and after being dyed with powder, the brilliance and clarity added a sense of indifference.

Gui Chu nodded with satisfaction and threw an admiring look at him.

Rong Dumpling took out a bright lip paper from the brocade box and placed it between her lips.

At the beginning, open your mouth and take a sip gently.

Dan's lips are delicate and charming, and they also exude a sweet smell.

A dark light flashed in Rong Tilt's eyes, and he gently pinched her jaw and was about to cover it.

Gui Chu dodged slightly, stood up dexterously, and completely ignored his dissatisfied eyes.

"I wasn't moved just now, so why bother at this time?"

Ignoring his reaction, he picked up his dress and walked to the inner sanctum.

Rong Tilt shook his head dotingly and followed gently.