"Did you hear it, your master has spoken, I don't have to shave, you hurry up and take away the razor in your hand!" Zhuang Feiyu came to Zhuang Mengdie's side, and immediately said proudly to Gu Wanli, who was still sitting on the stone bench and did not react.

After a pause, Zhuang Feiyu pointed to the rope and basin that were placed on the stone table, and added: "There are still those, there is no need for them, you should quickly take them away." ”

Gu Wanli saw that Zhuang Feiyu was now commanding at her with great momentum, and helplessly cast an inquiring glance at Zhuang Mengdie. After all, she didn't believe that Zhuang Mengdie was someone who would give up so easily.

Sure enough, Zhuang Mengdie's words said lightly: "Just like His Royal Highness's intention, take away all these guys who use to shave, but it's very painful for your beard to pierce people, your five-year-old third emperor sister has fine skin and tender flesh, so a little doll carved in pink, play with you in the future, your beard may hurt her, and when the time comes, you will regret it too late." ”

"Xiao Gu, you put away all the things first, and then immediately send a letter to Empress Zhuang for me, saying that His Royal Highness is unwilling to shave, in order not to hurt His Royal Highness, when His Royal Highness returns to the capital, it is better to let His Royal Highness return to the palace directly, and there is no need to come to His Second Highness immediately. Zhuang Mengdie deliberately cleared her throat and instructed Gu Wanli.

Understanding Zhuang Mengdie's intentions, Gu Wanli said with a smile: "Don't worry, master, the slave and maid will do it immediately." After saying that, he really put away the razor rope, picked up the basin and was about to leave.

"Don't!" Zhuang Feiyu saw Gu Wanli turn around and leave, and immediately shouted loudly, after shouting, he saw that Gu Wanli didn't take his words seriously at all, and immediately pulled Zhuang Mengdie's sleeve and said, "Sister Die, I don't want it!"

"Hmm, what do you want from Feiyu?" Zhuang Mengdie gently raised her slender eyebrows, looked at the anxious Zhuang Feiyu with a puzzled expression, and then asked, "Don't shave, or don't let me send a letter to Her Majesty?"

"I ...... I ......" Zhuang Feiyu lowered his eyes, hesitated for a long time, thought about it again, and finally said with a sad face: "Don't tell the mother emperor, as soon as Mengdie returns to the capital, I want to see her immediately." ”

"Then what's the matter, your beard will hurt His Royal Highness if you're not careful. Zhuang Mengdie said with an embarrassed face.

"Then I...... I'll shave off my beard for Mengdie's sake. Zhuang Feiyu was entangled for a while and said reluctantly.

Seeing Zhuang Feiyu's compromised appearance, Zhuang Mengdie laughed in her heart, but said quietly on her face: "Since you are so reluctant, I think it's better to forget it, this shaving has to be shaved every day, if you still make a lot of noise every day in the future, I think it's better to forget it." ”

"You have to shave every day?!" Zhuang Feiyu suddenly let go of Zhuang Mengdie's sleeve, took a step back, and exclaimed in surprise.

But then, he immediately stepped forward again, thinking that he had finally made up his mind, and resolutely said: "Every day, every day, for the sake of Dream Butterfly, I will let it go!"

Finally waited for Zhuang Feiyu to say this, Zhuang Mengdie's eyes could not hide the smile, Gu Wanli stopped outside to listen after walking out of the yard, and heard the conversation inside, she also knew that now was a rare opportunity, and hurriedly turned around and came back.

Put the razor, Gu Wanli went to get a basin of warm water again, Zhuang Mengdie smiled and soaked the handkerchief in the warm water, first put a compress on Zhuang Feiyu's face, when Zhuang Feiyu saw Gu Wanli holding a razor and approaching him little by little, he stepped back again and again in horror, until he retreated to the chair where Zhuang Mengdie was sitting and had no way to retreat, he closed his eyes with a face of resignation, nervously shrunk his neck, Zhuang Feiyu now looks like he looks, he knows that Gu Wanli is about to shave for him, he doesn't know, he thinks Gu Wanli is going to torture him。

Zhuang Mengdie stood aside with her arms folded, forcibly holding back her laughter, admiring Zhuang Feiyu's reluctant appearance with great interest.

Second Emperor Brother, I should draw this picture, and when you recover in the future, I don't know what kind of expression you will have when you see it?

Zhuang Mengdie's thoughts flashed through her mind, and she couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth, slandering in her heart, but gradually, gradually, the scene in front of Zhuang Mengdie's eyes began to blur, and the smile on the corner of her mouth slowly became lighter......

This eight-year-old child thought that shaving for him was hurting him, however, for the sake of his third emperor sister Xiao Zhuang Mengdie, he was willing to endure it like this, what kind of position that Xiao Zhuang Mengdie occupied in his heart was so obvious.

Second Emperor Brother, how can I dream of a butterfly, God actually let me meet such a you.

"Sister Die, look, my beard is shaved!" Zhuang Feiyu's cheerful voice recalled Zhuang Mengdie's thoughts.

Zhuang Mengdie came back to her senses, only to see the purple-black robe figure flashing in front of her, Zhuang Feiyu ran towards her, Zhuang Feiyu with an innocent smile on his face, and the elegant and gentle Zhuang Feiyu in his memory coincided.

Zhuang Mengdie didn't know why, her heart was inexplicably a little melancholy, she couldn't help but stretched out her hand towards Zhuang Feiyu, who was running towards her, as if she wanted to touch the handsome and elegant face in her memory again, always with a warm smile.

Zhuang Feiyu, who had just been freed, happily pounced on the beautiful sister who was the only one in this palace who could reassure him, and smiled like a child waiting to be praised.

His cheeks were gently caressed by delicate and warm hands, Zhuang Feiyu felt very comfortable, he couldn't help but stare at Zhuang Mengdie's eyes as clear as crystal, but he didn't know why, but he found that when Zhuang Mengdie was staring at him, his eyes revealed something very strange to him, he had never seen it, Zhuang Mengdie's eyes were so beautiful, full of loneliness.

Zhuang Mengdie's eyes made Zhuang Feiyu feel a little lost and a little melancholy, but at this moment, he didn't know what his inexplicable emotions were called and why they appeared, he just thought that Zhuang Mengdie was unhappy about something.

"Sister Die, what's wrong with you? Are you unhappy about something?" Zhuang Feiyu stared at Zhuang Mengdie and asked suspiciously, and then, he subconsciously touched his jaw and asked seriously: "Is it because my beard is still not shaved clean?"

Seeing Zhuang Feiyu's thoughtful look, Zhuang Mengdie's heart couldn't help but warm, the corners of her mouth hooked up a good-looking arc, gently pinched Zhuang Feiyu's jaw, and said with a smile: "I'm not unhappy, your beard is cleanly shaved, worthy of praise, whatever you want to eat tonight, let the dining room make it for you." ”

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