Xiao Lingyue curled her lips: "I kindly remind you that the internal injury has not healed, so it is a pity to waste internal energy like this. If you don't appreciate it, forget it!"
Zhan Beihan glanced sideways at her, brushed the remaining ends of her hair with his palms, and evaporated the moisture.
Her waist-length black hair was completely dry.
It brushed over her shoulders like silk, making her face small and her neck slender and white.
"If you don't speak, I will not treat you as mute." The man said coldly, turned around and walked out.
Xiao Lingyue looked at his back, reached out and touched his hair, and raised her eyebrows.
I have to say that internal strength is easy to use.
It can dry hair quickly without damaging the hair quality. It is much easier to use than modern hair dryers.
It's just a bit expensive.
Only Zhan Beihan, who has deep inner strength, can waste it as much as he wants.
With a sigh in her heart, Xiao Lingyue followed him and walked out.
"You haven't told me yet, what do you want from me?"
As she said this, she saw the jewelry box sent by the butler on the table.
There was a gleaming treasure inside, and the box was filled with a dazzling array of jewelry made from jade, pearls, gold, and jade, almost overflowing.
Xiao Lingyue casually took a gemstone hairpin, rolled up her long hair with one hand, pulled it up in twos and twos, and then inserted the hairpin into it to fix it.
I shook my head and it felt pretty stable, so it was done.
The ancients believed that "the body's hair and skin are influenced by its parents". Regardless of men, women, old or young, hair cannot be cut casually.
In Nanyan, where traditional thinking is the most stringent, one cannot become a monk unless one becomes a monk.
Otherwise, cutting your hair casually is even a crime of unfilial piety. If someone reports you to the government, you will be arrested and slapped with a slap in the face.
Xiao Lingyue complained about this countless times, but she had to follow the local customs. Over time, she learned to twist her hair.
Zhan Beihan watched a strand of her hair fall to her cheek, and said calmly: "Aren't you going to the palace to pick up your son?"
Xiao Lingyue said: "Go now?"
Zhan Beihan said calmly: "You can do it anytime you want."
Xiao Lingyue glanced at him: "You just returned home. Didn't the housekeeper call the imperial doctor for you? You don't want to take a look before entering the palace."
Zhan Beihan wanted to say no, the imperial doctor was not found for him, but his words changed again: "The imperial doctor has just arrived, and I am about to summon him."
With that said, he raised his voice and ordered: "Call some royal doctors to come in!"
"Yes!" The guard on duty in the yard immediately took the order and went to do it.
Xiao Lingyue hesitated for a moment and said: "Do you...do you have any rouge, gouache or the like in your house? Lend me some."
Zhan Beihan frowned: "Why do I have these things?"
Then he asked: "What do you want rouge and gouache for?"
"Put on makeup." Xiao Lingyue pointed to her face, "I'm going to the palace to pick up Beibei later. I can't let him see that I'm injured, so I put on makeup to cover it up. By the way, there are incense pills in your house.
A bag or something? Lend it to me, too, to cover up the smell of medicine on your body."
After taking a shower and changing clothes, most of the smell of blood on Xiao Lingyue's body was gone, and the rest was covered up by the smell of ointment.
But because there were many wounds, a lot of blood was lost.
Even if the face is covered by a disguise, you can still see that the lips are white, there are light bruises under the eyes, and the complexion is very poor.
It would be much better to cover it up with makeup.
The man glanced at her and said angrily: "Tell Uncle Zhou yourself!"
He sent someone to call Uncle Zhou again, and then he sat down on a soft chair. Popular "" This chapter has been completed!