Yan Rin knelt in the center of the palace.

Originally, at this time, it was up to the praiser to step forward to comb the long hair of the person who was waiting for the crown. But since no one dared to stand in front of Yan Rin to comb his hair and accept his salute, this job could naturally only be directly taken by Rong Qian.

The internal official on the side came up with a golden basin, Rong Qian gently cleaned his hands, and immediately the internal official brought the cleanest soft cloth for him to wipe.

Rong Qian only had one hand, and it was not very convenient to wash or wipe his hands. On such an occasion, it is necessary to maintain a solemn attitude, and the movement is naturally extremely slow. But his expression was calm, his eyes were peaceful, and his every move was surprisingly calm, and there was no hint of shame or shyness in the eyes of all eyes.

Yan Rin only looked at him quietly, waiting for him, and then looked at his remaining hand, and his eyes never evaded, let alone unnecessary pain and pain.

Rong Qian washed his hands and approached Yan Rin, and the chief manager Wang next to him came over with a silver comb.

Rong Qian took the silver comb and gently, began to comb Yan Rin's long hair.

It's not a symbolic random comb twice to count, he's very serious, very serious, little by little, slowly combing it off.

The long hair, which had been combed extremely softly, slid between the silver combs as lightly as nothing, and the pure black hair color reflected the brilliant silver white, often flashing a strange halo.

Rong Qian knew that the original color of the long hair under his fingers was already silver and white, just like this wishful comb. It's just that he has never seen it, and Yan Rin has never mentioned it again.

However. At this time, his heart was still quiet and peaceful. Even if the hair is completely white, what if you look at it or not. He's always watching over him, he's always watching him.

After a few years, Yan Rin can no longer need to hide it, and directly show people with her original hair color. He is Yan Rin, who is such a handsome and outstanding man, even if his hair is all blue, he is also a good man with outstanding handsomeness. Why be ashamed, why regret.

After combing his long hair, Rong Qian took the silk towel carefully presented by Chief Manager Wang and tied Yan Rin's hair. Although he only had one hand, he was extremely dexterous in doing this, and it was easy and easy for Yan Rin to straighten his hair.

Yan Rin lowered his head, at his mercy, just felt his movements, and smiled slightly. for his head was bowed. No one could see the extremely happy and leisurely smile on the lips of this young genius, and even a little smug. At such a solemn time, he actually spoke, although his voice was extremely low and very low. But the manager Wang next to him was too close, and he could still hear it.

"Rongxiang, how long have you been practicing quietly?"

Mr. Wang's hand trembled, and he almost didn't throw the silver comb that Rong Qian had just put on the gold plate to the ground, my emperor. Now, on this occasion, it's not a joke.

The corners of Rong Qian's eyebrows jumped slightly.

In fact, he did practice secretly. However, isn't this afraid that when it comes to the scene, he will make a mistake in a hurry, and he will be disobedient with one hand, and he will embarrass this kid? Is there anyone like him messing around? At this time, ask me this kind of question.

He lowered his head and seemed to be very focused on making sure that Yan Rin's hair was in a proper bun, using this posture to disguise it. glared at the disobedient boy fiercely: "You forget, my hands have always been smarter than yours, when you couldn't even tie up your hair in my house, who saved you from suffering?" ”

His voice was also so low that only those around him could hear him.

Yan Rin just smiled secretly. Mr. Wang's face turned blue. Oh my God. Two ancestors, you have spared me, an old man. I don't have such a good concentration, so let me survive this one.

The ears and eyes of the wind festival sitting on the steps are so clear, and they can naturally hear it clearly. It's just that he didn't dare to put his smile into words, so he couldn't help but laugh and endure internal injuries, and hurriedly drank three or four glasses of wine, so that his mouth was not free.

At this time, Rong Qian also slowly lowered his hand, smiled and took a step back.

The first one held the plate and stepped forward with the crown of the cloth.

Three crowning ceremony, the first plus cloth, this is the most simple and plain thing, the original meaning is to show the ancestors not to forget the difficulty of entrepreneurship.

Of course, the objects of the monarch's crown ceremony should have been more elaborate, and they were far more gorgeous and noble than the crowns of ordinary scholars.

It's just that Yan Rin insisted that this trip was a family ceremony, not a national ceremony, and he wanted to put aside the identity of the monarch and simply accept Rong Qian's crowning as a student disciple, so the crown used was still very ordinary.

Rong Qian took the cloth crown, looked at Yan Rin, and slowly recited: "On the auspicious day of the month, the first plus yuan is served." Abandon your young ambitions, and become virtuous. Shou Kao Weiqi, Jieer Jingfu. ”

The surrounding music is more and more dignified and solemn, but it is still quiet and soft, and the voice of Rong Qian, soft and clear, with the surrounding elegant music, is actually calm, and the mind is solemn.

Rong Qian tied the crown for Yan Rin with one hand, and did not step forward to change the assistant according to the ceremony, but personally tied the crown for Yan Rin, although the movement was a little slow, but there was no delay, and there was no mistake.

Looking at the two of them standing and kneeling, their expressions were solemn and solemn, inexplicably, everyone's state of mind had an indescribable feeling, and they couldn't bear to take their eyes off them for a moment.

Rong Qian took care of Yan Rin, and did not solemnly return to the table according to the courtesy, but took a step back, looked at Yan Rin from top to bottom, smiled happily, and gave Yan Rin an affirmative look.

Yan Rin also smiled and stood up, saluted Rong Qian again, and then turned around, accompanied by Chief Manager Wang, and went to the palace to change clothes.

Before long, he had changed into a dark color uniform that matched the cloth crown and came out to meet everyone.

Because the cloth crown is the most simple and simple crown, the matching clothing is also very simple, but it is a set of black normal clothes.

However, with Yan Rin's imperial respect, there are few opportunities to have pure black clothes in his life, and at this time, this simple set of black clothes is worn on the body, and the eyebrows and eyes are more and more distinct, and the young man is heroic and gorgeous, which captures people's hearts and souls. The more plain the clothes, the stronger the Yinghua, as bright as the moon, bright and shining. It was seen that everyone's eyes were full of brilliance for a while.

Originally, according to the etiquette law, after the crown changed his clothes, he should officially bow to his parents on the east steps. This is to show gratitude for the nurturing grace of their parents, and at the same time, it is also to show that they have grown up and can honor their parents. If the parents are not in the church, the most respected elder in the clan can also receive the ceremony on their behalf.

However, Yan Rin has had no parents since he was a child, and no one in the clan and royal family is qualified or dares to be worshiped by him.

This should have been a stalemate, but Yan Rin did not hesitate at all, turned to the west steps, looked in the direction of Rong Qian from afar, raised his hand to his forehead, and bowed first, but did not stand up straight like last time, but bent his knees, very slowly, and bowed directly.

Nonsense divider-

Secretary Brown: Tell me, the smell of gunpowder in the discussion area in the past two days...... Sweat. Now, whether everyone wants to cut Ah Han with a thousand knives, or take him home to comfort him, they will wait for five or six days to let Nalan lay out all the facts clearly, and then argue, okay? Alas, there are not many manuscripts in stock now, and Nalan has begun to write a little bit of writing every day, and in a few days, when she is out of confinement, we will no longer be able to release articles like toothpaste.

Wipe the sweat again.