Seeing that Zhuang Feiyu still didn't care about himself, Zhuang Mengdie estimated that Zhuang Feiyu was angry enough for this matter, and hurriedly pulled him over and coaxed: "Okay, it's me who is not good, I made you wait so long, I'm back now, don't be angry, let's shave, and then let the dining room send your favorite food, okay?"

"Don't! Don't! I don't want to shave!" The sulking Zhuang Feiyu was finally brought back by the topic of shaving, remembering the appearance of the servant girl named Gu Wanli and the little guy chasing him with a razor just now, he immediately refused loudly, and tightly protected his chin with his hands in horror.

"If you don't shave, you're going to grow up, and if you look in the bronze mirror yourself, you're going to become a little old man at a young age. Zhuang Mengdie was a little funny when she saw Zhuang Feiyu like this.

"Little old man, little old man, anyway, I just don't want to shave, when I was in the palace before, I didn't shave, Mr. said, the body is affected by the parents!" Zhuang Feiyu couldn't care so much, he just didn't give Zhuang Mengdie to take him to shave.

Zhuang Mengdie was a little ridiculous, how could she explain that the eight-year-old Zhuang Feiyu didn't need to shave, but now the twenty-year-old Zhuang Feiyu needs to shave.

"Good, obedient, you are so ugly with a beard like this. Zhuang Mengdie said as she tried to stabilize Zhuang Feiyu, who was circling around her, desperately dodging.

"Master, you haven't eaten yet. Gu Wanli came in with a pot of hot tea, and saw Zhuang Mengdie and Zhuang Feiyu one desperately dodging, and the other trying to catch, and asked Zhuang Mengdie.

"Don't worry, shave your beard first. Zhuang Mengdie looked at Gu Wanli, and as she spoke, she made a gesture to Gu Wanli, signaling her to fetch ropes and razors.

"The slave knows. Gu Wanli understood what Zhuang Mengdie meant, smiled in his eyes, nodded in response, turned back and brought a rope and a razor and a basin of warm water for washing his face, and prepared to join forces with Zhuang Mengdie to tie up Zhuang Feiyu so that he could shave his beard.

"His Royal Highness is so elegant, handsome, and personable, if he has a beard, wouldn't he have ruined his image in vain. Besides, I won't cut your hair or hurt your skin, I just shave this beard, where is there such a fuss? I don't believe that the next time you meet your husband, ask me, is it so reasonable?" Zhuang Mengdie took the opportunity to grab Zhuang Feiyu and continued to coax.

"No matter what you say, I still don't want to shave!" Zhuang Feiyu shouted loudly, eager to jump up and down and quickly escape from Zhuang Mengdie's side.

"I look at the immortals in calligraphy and painting, the fairy wind bones, all have long beards, and I want to be like this. Seeing that the argument of the parents of the body was no longer valid, Zhuang Feiyu found a new reason.

Zhuang Mengdie and Gu Wanli couldn't help but burst out laughing, just imagine that Zhuang Feiyu had a long beard, they couldn't help but glance at each other, and couldn't help laughing.

The laughter was finally stopped, Gu Wanli took the rope and wrapped it from behind Zhuang Feiyu, Zhuang Mengdie immediately joined forces with Gu Wanli to block Zhuang Feiyu with a rope, so that he had nowhere to escape.

However, even if Zhuang Mengdie and Gu Wanli made up their minds to tie up Zhuang Feiyu and shave him again, they were still afraid that they would accidentally hurt Zhuang Feiyu, after all, this eight-year-old Zhuang Feiyu, if this time it hurt their hands, I am afraid that they will not have the opportunity to shave Zhuang Feiyu in the future.

Zhuang Mengdie and Gu Wanli had scruples, so they naturally didn't dare to forcibly tie up Zhuang Feiyu, and they couldn't help but loosen up a little bit when they started, but Zhuang Feiyu was resisting Zhuang Mengdie's master and servant with all his might.

In this way, the three of them tossed a stick of incense, even if it was winter, their foreheads were slightly sweaty to the point that large beads of sweat slid down.

When Zhuang Mengdie was no longer in the house, Zhuang Feiyu tossed all day because Zhuang Mengdie's words were untrustworthy and did not return early, Gu Wanli was already tired enough, and now he could only sit on the stone bench in the courtyard to rest for a while, and after a while, Gu Wanli looked at Zhuang Feiyu with a vigilant face, and said helplessly: "Second Highness, it's just to shave for you, and it won't hurt you, let alone take your life, you don't have to run away and struggle like this." ”

Zhuang Feiyu saw that Zhuang Mengdie and Gu Wanli had stopped to rest, did not come to arrest him again, and also stopped, and stood at a safe distance from their master and servant, after listening to Gu Wanli's words, Zhuang Feiyu still glanced at the bright razor in Gu Wanli's hand, and said vigilantly: "You put down that knife quickly, don't take it and get close to me!"

"Second Highness, put down that razor, how can I shave you. Gu Wanli looked at Zhuang Feiyu, took a long breath helplessly, and said with a sad face.

"I don't care! I don't care! I just don't let that knife come near me!" Zhuang Feiyu saw that Gu Wanli didn't listen to dissuasion, still holding the razor, screaming, and continued to protect the beard of his jaw with both hands, in case Gu Wanli took advantage of his unpreparedness to suddenly attack.

As for Zhuang Mengdie, not to mention that she didn't use lunch in the palace, she didn't even have time to drink a cup of tea, and hurried back after the court, she didn't think that she would encounter such a tricky thing as soon as she entered the door, and after tossing for a long time, she could only sit aside and drink hot tea to slow down.

After slowly sipping a cup of hot tea, Zhuang Mengdie looked at Gu Wanli and Zhuang Feiyu were still in a stalemate, she was hungry and tired, and she didn't want to consume it like this anymore. But for some reason, she looked at Gu Wanli, then at Zhuang Feiyu, and suddenly laughed.

Zhuang Mengdie smiled, the tension in the courtyard just now disappeared in an instant, Gu Wanli and Zhuang Feiyu didn't know why Zhuang Mengdie laughed inexplicably, and couldn't help but look at each other.

Zhuang Mengdie smiled and smiled, and then fell on Zhuang Feiyu, who was still nervous, Zhuang Feiyu was a little weak by Zhuang Mengdie, this butterfly sister looks good when she smiles, but why does she always feel that something is wrong?

"Sister Die, you ...... What are you laughing at?" Zhuang Feiyu slowly put down his hands that were protecting his jaw, carefully moved closer to Zhuang Mengdie little by little, and asked with a pair of bright and clear big eyes.

"Since you don't want to shave, don't shave, keep it. Zhuang Mengdie's smile just now gradually converged, and she looked at Zhuang Feiyu and said with a smile.

"Ah?!Master, do you mean not to shave His Royal Highness?" Gu Wanli was a little stunned, and the razor in his hand almost fell to the ground unsteadily.

"Well, that's good, that's good, it's good not to shave!" Zhuang Feiyu heard Zhuang Mengdie say this, and immediately smiled, rushed to Zhuang Mengdie's side and nodded again and again.

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