She was actually a little embarrassed to learn embroidery with her white hair on her back, but she didn't expect that Aunt Ye didn't see it at the time, and she didn't even look at her strange eyes. For this reason, Rong Huazheng breathed a sigh of relief and was quite grateful. She secretly exclaimed that the master was the master, and no matter how strange things were, she could be treated calmly. She was indeed a master, and her head looked different from others.

In fact, I really don’t care much about my white hair Rong Huazheng. I just follow the local customs and seek common ground while reserving differences. After all, I am in a feudal and backward feudal society. Yuwen Can and Aunt Ye don’t care if she is white hair, it doesn’t mean that others don’t care.

Besides, she would not be able to stay in the palace for the rest of her life. The ancients' thoughts were not only rigid but also very harsh. If they saw her young and white hair, they would definitely treat her as a monster. It's not that she was too careful, but that

"Brother Can..." The little brat was always very well-behaved when he saw Yuwen Can, and he heard that he lowered his head in shame and pinched his fingers.

Of course, Rong Huazheng is not afraid of these things. What she asks for is her own comfort in the end. If she is treated as a monster when she goes out, what fun will there be in the future?

Rong Huazheng's face turned black and she turned around and glared at him, "Then you said so nicely just now, let me choose?"

Rong Huazheng sighed secretly. Prince Gong was not her father. She could not understand the impact he had on the little brat, nor did she know how profound the little brat had for him. However, a person who fought on the frontier for many years and had a very young meeting with the child could have such a great influence on the child. It can be seen that Prince Gong is really a very amazing person.

The little brat giggled, "Brother Can said that I was thinking about it."

Rong Huazheng said fiercely, but Yuwen Xiyan clearly remembered this sentence until many years later when he had reached the same height as his father. Although there was blame, there was still a gentleness that could not be dissipated. Then, he would secretly be glad that if he was sent to another place to raise him at the most unfortunate time in his life, he thought he would never have such a wonderful and wonderful life in his life, because except for the person in front of him, it seemed that he would never meet someone who treated him more sincerely than her.

Rong Huazheng looked along his fingertips, then ran over and took an ivory comb and handed it to Yuwen Can, "Here, I'll give it to you, don't use your fingers to comb me again, it will really affect the scenery of the royal palace." In fact, the last time Yuwen Can's hair was quite good for her, but she remembered that she accidentally pulled her hair up by him, which made her scalp numb all afternoon, so she was particularly impressed.

When Rong Huazheng heard this, he immediately got out of bed and put on a pair of shoes and ran to the little kid's room. The speed was so fast Ling'er was stunned for a moment. After coming to his senses, he became anxious. He hurriedly picked up Rong Huazheng's coat and fur, and shouted in the direction where Rong Huazheng left: "Madam, you will be cold when you wear so few clothes, put on your robes first..."

People are unpredictable now, and Doctor Liu is becoming more and more strange in his behavior. He didn't send her medicine for several days before. Now she just remembered that her hair must be treated and then sent it. Could it be that he is the worm in her belly?

"Yes." Ling'er nodded suddenly.

The couple respect each other,

Yuwen Can nodded and said to Rong Huazheng: "Why is Xiyan so like that? Is it serious?"

Rong Huazheng choked, and the thing in her mouth rolled to her throat.

The next day, when Ling'er came over to serve Rong Huazheng with a basin, before the person could approach the bed, his eyes touched Rong Huazheng's hair exposed outside the quilt, and his long black hair was stunned. The full basin in his hand fell to the ground with a "bang". The delicate scarlet felt carpet on the ground suddenly became wet.

"Little brat, go and wash it up after putting on your clothes. Why are you still lying on the bed?" Rong Huazheng glanced at the little brat and said.

"I won't kick the quilt!" The little brat refused to admit it, frowned with an old brow and said seriously: "Last night was cold, I didn't cover it with a quilt."

Rong Huazheng choked and coughed, "Your master must have a brain problem."

Wushu's sister-in-law,

"Sister Zheng." The little brat put down the spoon in his hand seriously and emphasized: "I can read three thousand times in three days. The Master said that I am a wizard, a wizard after Brother Can."

Qishu Qijie came down to earth,

Rong Huazheng hummed and raised her chin to Ling'er, "Ling'er is here, I..."

"Well... Ling'er, you're so worried. You're uneasy early in the morning..." Rong Huazheng was woken up by the sound of a basin falling to the ground, rubbing her eyes and muttering sleepily.

Yuwen Can raised his eyebrows and combed with kindness. After Rong Huazheng sat down, he slowly combed her hair for her.

Ling'er's eyes were sharp-eyed. After seeing Yuwen Can, she immediately treated her blessedly, "I have seen the prince."

When the maid heard this, she lowered her head and said seriously, "Go back to Madam, I served the prince very early last night and went to bed."

Yuwen Can slowly reached out to hold the thing, and said lightly, "I haven't seen enough."

"No, just ask casually."

When Rong Huazheng heard the word "hair", her eyes suddenly opened, and then her head quickly turned around. Seeing the shiny black hair scattered on the pillow, she laughed three times, "Hahaha, finally..."

The little brat does what he wants.

"People have to grow step by step. Your father was in his teens and fought on the battlefield, right? You have no martial arts skills yet, and you cannot hold your shoulders or lift your hands. This is not to make yourself strong but to make yourself suffer!" After saying that, she said again: "The most important thing for a person is to act within your ability. If you are weaker than a flower, you will learn to take a cold shower and sleep without covering yourself with a quilt. Don't you feel it's too unreasonable?"

The little brat hummed twice, glanced at her with his hands crossed his chest, and said, "Sister Zheng, don't you feel embarrassed?"

Before she could finish her proud words, a person broke into the room. Rong Huazheng and Ling'er frowned at the same time, but before she could speak, the person came hurriedly said: "Madam, when the prince woke up, she cried and looked for you, saying that he was uncomfortable..."

"Ye, get Qiao up?" Rong Huazheng raised his eyebrows, "Don't the head hurt?" In fact, the cold is not very serious, and he does not have a fever.

Ling'er's eyes flashed and she bit her lip, "But..." These are all good candied fruits transported from the outer city. On weekdays, some people want to eat them but they can't eat them. The prince just asked Manager Xia to send them to her and asked her to take two of them when she was drinking soup these days. How dare she take such a good thing to eat?

So, Rong Huazheng had thought about it. She had to recover her black hair after careful consideration.

Mom, this is amazing. She has always been very self-aware before and has always remembered that she was married on behalf of others. She is Rong Huazheng, not Rong Huamei, and the one who got married to Yuwen Can was Rong Huamei, not her. So she thought she was free to catch one, but this time she became a wife.

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"Well, it's time to get up." Rong Huazheng nodded.

Yuwen Can's black eyes became deeper, and he didn't think much about it. He swept away the haze brought to his chest just now and replied softly: "Okay, I'll wait for you..."

Rong Huazheng suddenly realized that ancient people valued Yitou the most, "Then I will ask the master if she has any good materials."

Yuwen Can knew that she must be frustrated now. She pulled the corners of her lips and whispered: "Okay, be good, don't think about it, straighten your head. How can I help you comb it well if you do this?"

Rong Huazheng only felt the crows flying over his head, and gritted his teeth and asked, "Prince, you are so humorous." He had never seen such a choice.

The little kid's shoulder shrank, and it seemed that he was shocked by Rong Huazheng's words. Rong Huazheng lowered his head and kissed his dirty face, touched his head and persuaded him: "Be good, I know you are actually very idea--and a filial child, but do everything slowly, as long as you have perseverance, nothing can be done."

Rong Huazheng's mouth was slightly pouted, her eyes were slightly open, and she looked funny and didn't know it. She insisted on putting one hand on her hips and touching the branches and leaves on her hands, and was protesting with a whimper.

"Ah, hair..." Ling'er looked at Rong Huazheng shaking clothes and putting it on her body. The black black hair that fell on her thighs was held in one hand and wrapped around her neck. She said in annoyance: "I forgot to take the hairpin."

The child teased, "Why, I still want to stay in bed this time? "

The little brat was dissatisfied, "I am the son of my father!" He was excited. Because of the cold and crying, the little brat's face was flowing upwards in strings. Rong Huazheng looked at him and sighed, pulling the towel beside him.

The little brat little fat fingered and said, "Put it there."

When Rong Huazheng heard this, she became angry. She ignored Yuwen Can's hair combed her legs, took off her boots and threw them at the little kid, threatening: "Why are you talking so much nonsense? Are you going to wash up?"

Rong Huazheng emphasized here that she is really not in a hurry! It’s just that the little brat and Yuwen Can look at her head frequently, making her almost crazy, especially Yuwen Can, who took a sip of tea and swept her head inadvertently, as if her head was a bird’s nest!

Rong Huazheng put on her shoes and raised her eyebrows when she heard this. Yuwen Can's words were so wonderful. It felt like the hair salon master asked her what hairstyle she wanted to cut, exactly the same.

"Hmph, don't lie to me!" Rong Huazheng looked at the sky and found someone to bring a pen, ink, paper and inkstone to write a medicine list. He asked someone to go to the medicine shop to pick up the medicine. He watched the maid leave in a hurry. She glanced at the little fart who was honestly nesting in the quilt.

Ling'er laughed out loud with a "thump". Madam really doesn't pay attention to her appearance.

Rong Huazheng was very confused about this. She had never thought about this before, and she wanted to marry her. She would not lose a piece of meat, which was no big deal. Well, although she didn't lose a piece of meat now, she had no sense of restraint before and did whatever she wanted. But since she heard the news, she suddenly became a little awkward because she realized a problem - she and Yuwen Can were actually husband and wife!

Rong Huazheng narrowed her eyes and spit out four words in a literary way, "How do you say this?" 13acv.

Rong Huazheng couldn't help but look back, "It shouldn't be silver?"

Rong Huazheng sneered, "The smart kids only want what they should think of, but they don't look like him!"

The little brat didn't answer and said seriously: "Sister Zheng, it's true that she looks like a person only when she has black hair."

Rong Huazheng felt pain, and reached out to apply it on the back of her neck, turned around and glared at him, "Hmph! Wait for me!" What she decided was never something that anyone could change with just a word.

Rong Huazheng sneered when she heard this, pulled the quilt on the little brat's body, pressed him on his legs, and waved his hand to hit his butt, "It's just a four-year-old boy. Are you really getting more and more prosperous? You dare to sleep without covering me in the middle of winter?"

Ling'er's eyes widened and waved her hands and said, "No, no, no, how can this be?" As a servant, you must look like a servant. The prince pays the most attention to the distinction between respect and inferiority. If the prince knows...

Rong Huazheng bit his lips, looked down at his left hand and pinched his right hand, without saying a word.

"Haha, Brother Can said so well." The little brat was so proud that he stuck out his tongue at Rong Huazheng with a smile. This was the first time Yuwen Can spoke for him. The taste was so wonderful.

Rong Huazheng blinked, "What are you doing?"

Yuwen Can curled his lips and smiled slightly, his smile as beautiful as fireworks blooming, "I'm serious too."

On the fourth day, not only did the little kid look at her more often, but even Yuwen Can would look at her head inadvertently from time to time. The faint gaze made her almost swallow even the chopsticks. It was only the fourth day, so why are you anxious?

Rong Huazheng paused the movements on his hands, thought for a while, and said, "Is it the prince who sent it here?"

"Madam, do you want to wash?" Ling'er had already come in, but she just stood aside and did not disturb her while watching Rong Huazheng and the little brat chatting.

Yuwen Can frowned because her turn back made the sideburn he had just combed. He pressed her body and said angrily: "The robe was worn on the birthday of the emperor's grandmother, how can it be worn in white?"

Rong Huazheng raised her eyebrows, "That is to say, she kicked the quilt?"

"It's strange. I've obviously been taking medicine for five days, why haven't my hair turned black yet?" Rong Huazheng finished reading the new book she brought to her as Aunt Ye told me before going to bed, pinched a pinch of hair with her hands and murmured to herself.

This time, Yuwen Can happened to come in from outside the door and saw Rong Huazheng wearing a white and slender neck, and was wearing a coat. He was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes touched her silk-like smooth and visible black hair again, and his black eyes suddenly became deeper.

Two days ago, Rong Huating and his master went to Yunchengfang to communicate and study with other students. During the past two days, she was the only one who was eating, Xiaobo and Yuwen Can. Since showing her white hair, Rong Huazheng found that Xiaobo was observing her hair every day, and her eyes were like a Frankenstein studying monsters, and her scalp was numb.

"Madam, this is sent by Doctor Liu." Ling'er reminded him in a confused look in Rong Huazheng's eyes.

Rong Huazheng sighed, put down the things in his hand, reached out and dug out one from the jar with a delicate spoon and put it in his mouth and sucked it twice. Suddenly his eyes lit up. This candied fruit seemed very different from what he had eaten in his previous life. Although it was very sweet and dense, it was cold and cold, and there was also a very fresh fragrance. A slight bite left a fragrance on his lips and teeth, which was great.

"Sister Zheng, you always love to be accustomed to the right and wrong, but you don't change it. How could you be a big man?" The little brat shook his head and sighed as if Rong Huazheng was helpless.

"Xiyan, what's going on?" I heard that he was suffering from a cold early in the morning.

"Madam, candied fruit."

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"Husband, madam..." Ling'er covered her lips, "Your hair..."

Ling'er bit her lip, tremblingly reached out and took the spoon from Rong Huazheng's hand. She ate several times in Rong Huazheng's gaze. Only then did Rong Huazheng smile with satisfaction, and then lowered her head to do her own thing again.

Rong Huazheng felt that the cold air on his body had dissipated a lot. He kicked the golden boots under his feet and ran to the bed, held the little kid in his arms, leaned close to his ear and hummed, "Go to me to tell me the truth."

The little brat blinked his big eyes and thought for a while, not knowing what to do. This time, Rong Huazheng spitted out the water in his mouth and said, "If he gets cold, don't go outside to blow the wind, especially now that the wind and snow are mixed, eat in the room."

The girl's soft hair was right in front of her nose, scattering tightly and softly. Yuwen Can looked at the hair in front of her with her eyes deep, and suddenly remembered the poem: "One comb until she is old, and the other combs her white hair is up to her eyebrows..."

The couple has to comb their hair ten times.

Rong Huazheng found that she was really confused. Why couldn't I remember that day if Yuwen Can reported the matter to the emperor, then she would have really become Yuwen Can's wife? She thought about it and always felt that she had bought her. She was moved by Yuwen Can's responsible behavior at that time. In other words, she was happy to count the money for the people.

Yuwen Can paused his hand, his chest undulated for a moment, and a sound slowly reached Rong Huazheng's ears. There was no coldness in his voice, but it was very light, "Zheng'er, don't mention this matter again in the future."

Ling'er immediately stepped forward and brought the robe and fur she was holding to Rong Huazheng. Rong Huazheng was not used to others serving clothes, so the clothes were always worn by her.

"You!" Rong Huazheng almost threw the bowl and held back. After dinner, the door was closed and he was beaten to death and would not let them find wonders from themselves.

Rong Huazheng was rinsing her mouth, still holding a sip of water in her mouth, her cheeks were bulging, and she nodded and shook her head again when she heard this, without saying a word.

Rong Huazheng curled her lips, took a stool obediently and sat down in front of Yuwen Can. After thinking about it, she kicked it up and said to the little brat: "Where is the comb you usually use to comb your hair?"
To be continued...