Xiao Lingyue curled her lips: "I kindly reminded you that the internal injury has not healed. It is a pity to waste internal energy so much. If you don't appreciate it, forget it!"
Zhan Beihan glanced at her sideways, brushed the remaining ends of her hair with her palms, and evaporated the water vapor.
The black hair that was long enough to the waist was completely dry.
She brushed her shoulders like silk, making her face look small and her neck slender and white.
"If you don't speak, I won't think you are a mute." The man said lukewarmly, turned around and walked out.
Xiao Lingyue looked at his back, reached out to touch his hair, and raised her eyebrows.
I have to say that internal strength is easy to use.
It can dry hair quickly without harming hair quality. It is much better than modern hair dryers.
It's just a bit expensive.
Only Zhan Beihan, who has deep internal strength, wastes whatever he wants.
With a sigh in his heart, Xiao Lingyue followed him and walked out.
"You haven't said yet, what are you asking me for?"
As she said that, she saw a jewelry box delivered by the butler on the table.
The treasure inside was shining, and various jewelry made of jade, pearls, gold, and jade were filled with a box of them, almost overflowing.
Xiao Lingyue took a gem hairpin, rolled up her long hair with one hand, tied it up in three or two, and then inserted/into fix it.
I shook my head and felt quite steady, and it was over.
The ancients emphasized that "the body, hair and skin are accepted by parents". No matter men, women, young and old, hair cannot be cut easily.
In Nanyan, which has the most harsh traditional ideas, he will become a monk.
Otherwise, cutting your hair casually is even a crime of unfilial piety. If someone reports it to the government office, you will be arrested and beaten.
Xiao Lingyue complained about this countless times, but had to follow the local customs. Over time, she learned to win the hair.
Zhan Beihan watched her hair fall to her cheeks and said quietly: "Aren't you going to go to the palace to pick up your son?"
Xiao Lingyue said: "Go now?"
Zhan Beihan said lightly: "You can go anytime if you want."
Xiao Lingyue glanced at him: "You just returned home. Didn't the butler call you an imperial doctor? If you don't look at it, you will enter the palace."
Zhan Beihan wanted to say no, and the imperial doctor didn't find it for him, but the words changed again: "The imperial doctor just arrived, and I am about to summon him."
As he said that, he sings and ordered: "Summon a few imperial doctors in!"
"Yes!" The guards on duty in the yard immediately took the order to do it.
Xiao Lingyue hesitated for a moment and said, "Do you... do you have any rouge and water powder in your mansion? Lend me to use it."
Zhan Beihan frowned: "How come I have these things?"
Then he asked again: "What do you want rouge powder for?"
"Put on makeup." Xiao Lingyue pointed at her face, "I will go to the palace to pick up Beibei later. I can't let him see that I was injured. Put on makeup to cover it. By the way, there is fragrant balls in your mansion.
You can use it like a bag? You can also use it to cover up the smell of medicine on your body.”
After taking a shower and changing clothes, most of the bloody smell on Xiao Lingyue's body disappeared, and the rest was also covered by the smell of ointment.
But because of the numerous wounds, there is also a lot of blood loss.
Even if there is disguise on your face, you can see that your lips are white and there is a light blue blue at the moment, which looks very bad.
It would be much better to cover it up with makeup.
The man glanced at her and said angrily: "Tell me to Uncle Zhou!"
He sent someone to call Zhou Bo over, and then sat on the soft chair. Popular " This chapter has been completed!