"Ruolan, Danqing, hurry up and freshen up for me, Cang will come in a while, don't be late."

Feng Zhuyue hurriedly jumped off the bed and came to the dressing mirror neatly, intending to let Danqing and Ruolan dress up well.

Danqing and Ruolan glanced at the Xuanmo-colored figure sitting outside, this is the king of Cang who is in a hurry, and their young lady is also very anxious.

Danqing called someone to wash Feng Zhuyue, Ruolan was on the side to fix Feng Zhuyue's hair and disguise, and said with a smile: "Miss, you are already an hour late." ”

“……”

Feng Zhuyue's beautiful little face was full of doubts, when was she an hour late? Yesterday, King Cang only said that he would pick her up early this morning, and if she went out to swim in the lake, there was still fog on the water, and the best time should be around nine o'clock, and now this time is almost only seven or eight o'clock, and it is too far to be late, right?

Ruolan smiled and said nothing, because Feng Zhuyue was not yet sixteen years old, and she couldn't pull her hair yet, and there was an unwritten rule in ancient times that unmarried women couldn't tie all their hair. When she was in the Demon Cave, Feng Zhuyue's hair was tied up whole, and to quote her, it was called a ponytail, clean and neat.

Ruolan found a water lake blue ribbon and tied up a strand of Feng Zhuyue's long hair, and the rest were draped over her shoulders, and the long hair was dragged directly to her waist, and the soft ink color was as vertical as a waterfall.

"When the long hair reaches the waist, it's good for the young man to marry me. When the green silk is correct, is it possible to spread ten miles of red makeup? ”

Unconsciously, Feng Zhuyue chanted this beautiful poem. She wouldn't have said such sensational things before, but just when she saw that her long hair was over her waist, she thought that she would marry Long Canghao soon.

For a while, I had a child's love in my heart.

"On the day you marry this king, this king will put ten miles of red makeup on you in Nanyue City, let your sedan chair go around Nanyue City, and marry the palace in a beautiful way."

A domineering voice as gentle as spring came into Feng Zhuyue's ears like this, and she turned around in surprise and saw Long Canghao standing behind her.

A kaleidoscopic expression suddenly appeared on the little face, and she gestured to Ruolan with her eyes, when did he come, why didn't she feel it at all?

Ruolan said leisurely: "King Cang has been here for more than an hour, and Miss is sleeping, so she is sitting outside for fear of disturbing Miss." ”

"Huh?" Feng Zhuyue was flattered, this man had been waiting for her for more than an hour? He was so noble, so careful to take care of her, and her heart was replaced by a burst of warmth.

The white droplets of water on his shoulders shook with a strange crystal clear color, falling into her flawless eyes. Feng Zhuyue hurriedly pulled him over and asked him to sit where she was sitting just now.

"Ruolan, bring a dry cloth quickly."

Ruolan took the dry cloth, and Feng Zhuyue, who had always been too lazy to even stretch her bones, took the initiative to take the dry cloth in Ruolan's hand, and wiped the water droplets on Long Canghao's shoulders clean, again and again, so clean and careful, his shoulders were still viscous with a wet feeling.

"Your clothes are wet with dew, why don't you come in and hide for a while."

In the words, there was a lady's reproach to her husband. Even though it was July, the morning dew was still bone-chilling, and he sat outside for an hour, didn't he feel it at all?