A woman who combs a man's hair, if not a mother, elder, or sister, is a personal maid, and then a wife.

"Will you make me your elder or a maid?" asked Qing Xihuan after putting the teacup away.

"You're my wife. Dong Chuchen replied.

Qing Xihuan didn't reply for a long time, but Dong Chuchen handed the red sandalwood comb to Qing Xihuan.

"Won't you know yourself?" asked Qing Xihuan coldly.

"I can't always comb my hair, I used to comb my hair for my mother, after the mother's concubine, it was the little maid around me who helped, and every time I always combed it was a mess, and finally I had to ask my sister Kelan for help. Now the little witch is gone, so I have to bother Madame. ”

Dong Chuchen held the comb in front of Qing Xihuan, Qing Xihuan raised his hand, but he held the teacup, did not take the comb, and drank the tea leisurely.

Dong Chuchen was not annoyed when he was dismissed, he only kept his hand in front of Qing Xihuan, and after lifting it for a long time, his hand was sore, so he simply changed his hand and said that he would not put it down.

"In the future, when you and I get married, you will always have to help me comb my hair, I can't take Dong Kelan to Luoyang Pass every day and send it back at night, I don't have the courage to provoke her. Dong Chuchen said with a smile.

"Then marry a concubine. Qing Xi happily drank tea, spit out new tea stalks, and said disapprovingly.

"Why. Dong Chuchen said, "Comb my hair for me, otherwise I will be laughed at when I go out with unkempt hair." A wicked smile flashed in the corner of Dong Chuchen's eyes, and he threatened Qing Xihuan.

"Interesting~" Qing Xihuan squinted at Dong Chuchen, and said slowly, "If you beg me well, I may not agree to come down, if you threaten me like this, I really won't care~" Qing Xihuan said, turned his head and picked up the package and said to Xiao Er, who was standing on the side, "Xiao Er, prepare the carriage and send your second master into the customs." ”

"Hey!" Xiao Erxuan agreed, looked at Dong Chuchen timidly, and got Dong Chuchen's permission, and finally ran to the backyard to prepare the carriage.

Dong Chuchen had no choice but to follow Qing Xihuan out of the tavern, looking at the cloth wrapped under Qing Xihuan's feet, the more familiar he looked, wasn't this his coat?

This girl. Dong Chuchen sighed and shook his head, helpless. There is really a fight with Dong Kelan.

Xiao Er's legs and feet quickly drove the carriage out, and the sedan chair with the red horse and the four-cornered drapery was not something that the tavern could afford at first glance.

"In the future, you have to pretend to be presentable, this tavern is yours, this little two, is your henchman. Qing Xihuan looked at Xiao Er, and Xiao Er was surprised.

Dong Chuchen looked at Xiao Er, then looked back at Qing Xihuan, held the reins and patted the horse's mane and chuckled, "I didn't want to hide it from you." ”

Qing Xihuan glanced at Dong Chuchen, got into the carriage, Dong Chuchen also sat outside the sedan chair, said goodbye to Xiao Er, and hurried away with a whip.

Along the way, the two of them didn't have anything to say about a mile or a mile, Qing Xihuan was shaken by the carriage and slowly became sleepy, so he leaned on the sedan wall and closed his eyes to rest.

There are many characters in the dream, there are generals, maids, Taoist priests, Yan returns and walks farther and farther, Zheng Ziwei rode away, Dong Chuchen came with a sword, the sword rose, and he woke up from a dream.

"Don't!" Qing Xihuan was sweating profusely. Panting heavily, tears also wet his cheeks, and when he was shocked, he saw the sedan curtain open, Dong Chuchen's face poked in, and said softly, "It's here." ”

Qing Xihuan tried to calm down, looking at the bright light outside the curtain, which was the torch on the moat and the city tower. Sure enough, it arrived.

"Come on. Dong Chuchen stretched out his hand to Qing Xihuan, but Qing Xihuan shrank in the corner of the sedan chair and didn't dare to get out of the car.

I don't know why, Luoyang Pass, which was thinking about it in front of me, didn't dare to enter the pass.

Qing Xihuan thought about why he was afraid, and looked at the city gate with grief. Because she re-entered Luoyang Pass, she was the princess Qing Xihuan of the second prince of Shengguo, Dongchuchen, and was no longer the empress of Dongguo, Shi Jinyu. Entering Luoyang Pass with such an identity is a violation of the oath of the people and an insult to oneself.

"Xi Huan?" Dong Chuchen raised his hand to Qing Xi Huan again.

"No, I'm not feeling well, I can't get down in the sedan chair. Qing Xihuan didn't get off the sedan chair, Dong Chuchen saw that Qing Xihuan looked tired, thinking that Qing Xihuan was tired from the road. Lowered the curtain, led the horse, and approached Luoyang Pass step by step.

Qing Xihuan opened the side curtain slightly with his hand and looked out quietly. There are still twelve guards guarding the city outside Luoyang Pass, and four banners have been added to the city tower, all of which are written in the east. The East of the First Dust of the East.

"Welcome to King Pingdong!" The general guarding the city recognized Dong Chuchen from afar, ran down the city tower and knelt on the ground.

"Get up. It's just that there aren't many guards on the tower of this city, what are the guards doing with so many flags? Dong Chuchen patted the dust on his body and asked the general.

"Report! The last general will send someone immediately!" said and called the little one behind him, and instructed him in front of Dong Chuchen.

"Defend it well, and don't forget what the reason for the defeat of the Eastern Kingdom is. After Dong Chuchen finished speaking, he led the horse and walked towards the city gate.

"Open the door!" As soon as the soldiers drank, the city gate opened, and the rumbling seemed to pull open the heart of Qing Xihuan.

The carriage clattered into Luoyang Pass, and Qing Xihuan's heart rose to his throat. After entering Luoyang Pass, but it is the Luoyang Pass of the prosperous country, what is happening to the people now? Have the generals of the past been beheaded or surrendered? Are there still relics of his life in the palace of Luoyang Pass? Is Ah Hui in Luoyang Pass?

A series of questions hit Qing Xihuan's head, and Qing Xihuan closed his eyes deeply with the squeak of the carriage and shed tears.

"Xi Huan. Dong Chuchen heard a voice outside the car.

"What. Qing Xihuan cried.

"Luoyang Pass is bitterly cold, I will treat you well and not make you feel cold. ”

Qing Xihuan covered his mouth and cried, pretending to respond with disdain, "Fart." ”

"Nope. Dong Chuchen smiled in a low voice, "It's an oath." ”

Qing Xihuan couldn't stop crying, feeling the familiar terroir of Luoyang Pass, smelling the smell of blood that had not yet completely dispersed, looking at the blackened streets, crying silently.

Luoyang Pass, I am back, I am helpless and sad, but I have to stand, I have to live, there is hope when I live, and those who are alive have no right to be sad.

Qing Xihuan clenched the two items in his arms, the jade flute returned by Yan and the letter that Zheng Ziwei did not receive, one article and one martial arts, which rekindled Qing Xihuan's hope, and now it is fundamental to find the two.

The outside of the sedan car gradually brightened, although it was not brightly lit, but it was no longer dark.

"Xi Huan, it's a theater, do you want to listen to a theater?" Dong Chuchen's voice had some small surprises, and he didn't expect that Luoyang Pass, which was out of the way, would be open in the middle of the night.

Qing Xihuan was shocked, and he didn't expect that the people were doing well after Luoyang Pass was recovered by Shengguo, and they all drank tea and listened to the play, and suddenly felt a little relieved in his heart, and then he felt a little lonely.

"Listen. Qing Xihuan responded in the sedan chair.

Dong Chuchen laughed, he didn't expect Qing Xihuan to agree, and led the horse to the theater.

The theater is a teahouse, but two storytellers were invited to sing loudly, shouting stage, the drama and singing are not very good, the grasp is not in place, and the charm is even more insufficient, but the drama has attracted a large number of spectators to gather, and the audience applauds and cheers.

The actor was babbling and singing on stage, and vaguely heard a sentence in the lyrics.

: The evil Shi Jinyu died beautifully......