"Princess, you said that if you meet Princess Lafang in the palace, you don't want to be recognized." Yuan'er frowned while combing Shangguan Feng'er's black hair.
Shangguan Feng'er remained silent and stared at the dressing table in a daze.
Seeing that Shangguan Feng'er was silent, Yuan'er continued, "In the past, when Princess Lafang was still a princess in Yan Palace, the princess was always suppressed by her. Now that Princess Lafang has become the queen of Qi, the princess is not a princess.
Now, if she is recognized again, the princess will be even worse off."
"Then what do you think?" Shangguan Feng'er smiled and looked at Yuan'er seriously.
"Well, oh, the princess is so smart, she must have a way." Yuan'er didn't expect that Shangguan Feng'er would ask this. She was startled for a moment, and then smiled stupidly, thinking that Shangguan Feng'er was making fun of her.
"Hehe." Shangguan Feng'er gave Yuan'er a fake smile, then turned around again with a solemn expression: In fact, she has no good countermeasures, but there are too many similar people in the world. She just needs an identity to marry into
An identity in front of Prince Gong’s palace.
A flash of bright red appeared at the door of the room. Yuan'er was about to salute, but was stopped.
The visitor took the jade comb from Yuan'er's hand, held up a strand of green hair and sniffed it, slightly raised her sexy thin lips, and then skillfully tied it into an upturned bun.
Shangguan Feng'er didn't know that the person who combed her hair was Li Moran. After she finished combing her hair, she looked in the bronze mirror and asked, "Yuan'er, why do you have to comb all your hair up?" It's not that unmarried women have to have long hair.
Part of it was put down? It was all combed up today.
Li Moran didn't wait for Shangguan Feng'er to turn around, approached her jade face, and stole an incense stick, "Because you will soon marry me and become my princess."
Shangguan Feng'er lightly covered her red cheeks and did not look back, "How could it be so fast." After saying that, she was about to take off her hair, but Rouyi was held by Li Moran.
"You dare." Li Moran pulled her body over, his charming eyes seemed to melt the person in front of him.
Shangguan Feng'er quickly took out his hand, turned around in a hurry, shook his head, looked at the bronze mirror, and silently recited "A beauty is a disaster".
Li Moran chuckled, pulled her body over again, lightly scratched her delicate nose, "Let you escape."
Shangguan Feng'er looked at him pretending to be dissatisfied and pursed his lips.
"Little girl." He tapped Shangguan Feng'er's nose lightly, then turned around and reached out to take a piece of indigo from the dressing table, and concentrated on tracing Shangguan Feng'er's eyebrows, "I will take you to a place today."
"Where?" Shangguan Feng'er stared at him with beautiful eyes.
"You'll know when you get there." Li Moran smiled seductively, but still kept it secret.
Shangguan Feng'er curled her lips and said nothing. She looked at Li Moran's skillful movements and thought that he was also very skillful in combing her hair just now. "Where did you learn this?" Maybe he had tied the hair of other women before.
Draw the eyebrows.
"Little girl, your thoughts are wandering again." Li Moran lovingly tapped her forehead.
"How could I?" Shangguan Feng'er didn't want to admit it, so she had to deny it.
"There is a woman I will never forget for the rest of my life," Li Moran hugged Shangguan Feng'er into his arms, rested his chin on her head, and whispered, "At that time, the happiest thing when I woke up every morning was to help her.
Do your hair and draw your eyebrows.”
Shangguan Feng'er's heart seemed to have been severely cut open, but there was a dull pain that lingered: that woman was Zhang Ying.