After Zhuyu withdrew, Long Ying took a comb to comb Lu Liang's hair.

Lu Liangwei looked at the man in the mirror and said with a smile: "Happy New Year, Emperor." ”

Long Ying paused, and looked at her with a smile, "Happy New Year." After a pause, he looked at her long cloud-like hair and asked, "What kind of hairstyle do you want to comb?" ”

Lu Liang's eyes rolled slightly, and he asked rhetorically: "What kind of hairstyle will the emperor comb?" ”

The dragon martingale narrowed her eyes, as if thinking of something, and picked up a strand of her hair with nimbly movements.

Lu Liangwei actually just said it casually, and did not have expectations.

After all, the emperor is a man, and he has so many political affairs to be busy on weekdays, how can he comb a woman's hair.

But in a few moments, her hair was combed.

Looking at her hairstyle, she raised her head and touched it, looking at the man in the mirror with some surprise, "The emperor's hand is so skillful." ”

This hairstyle is something she has never seen before, beautiful and complicated, and Zhuyu's hands are also very skillful, but she can't comb such a hairstyle.

"Do you like it?" After the dragon martingale submerged a beaded hairpin into her bun, she propped her hands on the dresser, leaned down slightly, and looked at the girl who was encircled in her arms.

Lu Liang nodded slightly, "I like it." But why does the emperor comb a woman's hair, and this hairstyle looks complicated. After a pause, he looked at him with some confusion, "Have you combed other women's hair before?" ”

Only in this way can it be explained why the emperor, as a man, has such skillful craftsmanship.

Looking at the suspicion in the girl's eyes, Long Ying'er smiled, and flicked his fingers on her forehead, "What do you think?" No other woman has such an honor but you. ”

Although Lu Liangwei believed his words, she felt strange in her heart.

Seeing her suspicious face, Long Ying pulled her up, "When my mother was alive, I often saw her combing my sister's hair, and I saw a lot, and over time, I remembered it." He reached out and touched her hair, and said with some satisfaction, "The first time I combed it, fortunately it didn't break." ”

Lu Liang heard the words and suddenly realized.

I see.

But the emperor is too powerful, just by watching, he learned it, and after so many years, he still remembers.

Thinking of this, she paused, which shows that the emperor has always been thinking about his mother concubine.

She gently took his hand.

Long Ying rubbed her fingers, the corners of her lips hooked, and said softly: "Didn't you see that when I combed your hair just now, it was actually a little clumsy?" ”

Lu Liang shook his head slightly and said truthfully: "I didn't notice it." ”

When he combed his hair just now, she was so stunned that she didn't notice the detail.

The dragon martingale smiled but did not speak.

After changing out of his court clothes, he put on a navy blue robe again, and a black coat was draped over it.

Then he took a red cloak, draped it on Lu Liangwei's shoulders, tied the belt for her, and then took her hand and said, "Let's go." ”

Lu Liang was slightly stunned, "Where are you going?" ”

"Today, on the first day of the Lunar New Year, I will take you back to your parents' house to pay New Year's greetings." The dragon martingale said dotingly.

Lu Liang was slightly stunned.

He is a king, his father is a minister, according to the rules, the emperor does not have to pay New Year's greetings to his subordinates.

And he did this to accommodate her.

"I already saw it last night, the emperor doesn't need to ......"

"Listen to me." The dragon martingale interrupted her.

Lu Liangwei stopped talking.

She understands the emperor's intentions.

"I don't have to go to court these days, I can accompany you more." The dragon martingale suddenly said happily.

Lu Liangwei is also very happy, the emperor has been busy with government affairs, and now that the Chinese New Year is over, he finally has a few days to rest.