"Okay, okay, don't tell me!" Jiang Yifan smiled and compromised, pinched the tip of her nose, straightened her body, "Come on, I'll comb your hair."
He laid her down in front of the dressing table. The dressing table was also of ancient style. The mirror was a bronze mirror. It was not as clear as a modern mirror, but it looked hazy, as if it was stained with a fairy spirit.
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Jiang Yifan helped Xiao Huanhuan sit down in front of the dressing table. He stood behind Xiao Huanhuan and combed her long hair with a comb.
Her long black hair was as smooth as silk, with a faint floral fragrance. Jiang Yifan really loved her black and smooth hair.
Because she was going to school soon, Xiao Huanhuan had already changed her clothes and could no longer use yesterday's hairstyle, so Jiang Yifan combed a simple ponytail on the back of her head.
The hairstyle is simple, but full of vitality. It reflects the little face of wild rice. It is indescribably beautiful. The more Jiang Yifan looks at it, the more satisfied he becomes... His girl is so beautiful that she wishes she could put it in her pocket so that no one can see it.
Xiao Huanhuan sat upright in front of the dressing table, feeling Jiang Yifan's slender and gentle fingers constantly running through her hair, sometimes touching her scalp. It was obviously the most ordinary movement, but there was a hint of warmth.
, she blushed unconsciously.
She was looking at Jiang Yifan in the bronze mirror in a daze, when Jiang Yifan bent down and put a handsome face in front of her, startling her, "What are you doing?"
He smiled softly, gently and seductively, "I'll draw my eyebrows for you!"
"Um?"
While Xiao Huanhuan was stunned, Jiang Yifan had already picked up the eyebrow pencil and applied another layer of light color on her crescent-shaped eyebrows.
Xiao Huanhuan's eyebrows are very well-shaped and the color of her eyebrows is moderate, so she never draws her eyebrows. Jiang Yifan does it not to color her eyebrows, but to enjoy the pleasure of drawing her eyebrows.
While gently tracing the shape of her eyebrows with an eyebrow pencil, he said with a smile: "Have you ever heard of the story of Zhang Chang's eyebrow thrush? That's a story about a talented man and a beautiful lady. A husband who paints his wife's eyebrows can live forever."
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He smiled slightly, and his warm breath touched Xiao Huanhuan's cheek. Xiao Huanhuan's cheek became increasingly red, and he asked softly: "Who is Zhang Chang?"
She grew up abroad, where modern things were better, and ancient people knew only a limited amount.
"Zhang Chang..." Jiang Yifan looked at her eyebrows carefully and concentrated on describing, "Zhang Chang is Jing Zhaoyin in the Han Dynasty. Legend has it that he and his wife were from the same village. When he was young, he accidentally injured his wife during a fight.
When I grew up, I heard from his family that his wife had been unable to get married because of the scars he had given her when she was a child, so he came to propose marriage to his wife..."
"Really?" Xiao Huanhuan blinked, thinking it was so interesting that fighting could also bring him a wife.
Jiang Yifan smiled and shook his head, "I don't know if it's true, but it's very beautiful and romantic. Legend has it that Zhang Chang and his wife were very loving after they got married, and he would draw her eyebrows every day. He is a very talented man, but he is arrogant and a bit informal.
, was bohemian and uninhibited, and therefore offended many people. His political opponents took advantage of his ability to draw eyebrows for his wife, and copied a book about him in front of the emperor, saying that he was drawing eyebrows for his wife at home..."
Xiao Huanhuan curled her lips and said, "Ah? Who is this? So boring. The husband and wife have a good relationship, so what does it have to do with other people? That person is really annoying."
"Yes," Jiang Yifan smiled and nodded, "When the emperor asked Zhang Chang for confirmation, Zhang Chang said, 'In the boudoir, between husband and wife, there are more excessive things than drawing eyebrows. Drawing eyebrows is nothing.' The emperor cherishes his
I didn’t blame him for his talent, but he didn’t get reused either.”
Xiao Huanhuan frowned, "What a pity. So, I would rather offend ten gentlemen than offend a small person. The small person is the most annoying."
"There is nothing to regret. Without the bad ginseng Zhang Chang, Zhang Chang's painting of his wife's eyebrows would not have been passed down through the ages. Everything is destined. There is no regret or regret."
