"Ruolan, Danqing, hurry up and freshen up for me. Cang will be here soon, don't be late."
Feng Zhuyue quickly jumped out of bed and quickly came to the dressing mirror, intending to let Danqing and Ruolan dress up properly.
Danqing and Ruolan glanced at the dark figure sitting outside in confusion. Here and there, King Cang was anxious, and their young lady was also anxious.
Danqing called someone to wash Feng Zhuyue, while Ruolan was arranging Feng Zhuyue's hair and disguise, and said with a smile: "Miss, you are already an hour late."
"..."
Feng Zhuyue's beautiful little face was full of doubts. When did she arrive an hour late? Yesterday, Cang Wang only said that he would pick her up early this morning. If she went out to swim in the lake, there was still fog on the water, so the best time would be nine o'clock.
Around now, it's only about seven or eight o'clock at this time. It's too far to be late, right?
Ruolan smiled and said nothing, because Feng Zhuyue was not yet sixteen years old and could not tie up her hair. There was an unwritten rule in ancient times that unmarried women could not tie up all their hair. When they were in the Demon Cave, Feng Zhuyue's
The whole hair is tied up. To quote her, it is called a ponytail. It is clean and neat.
Ruolan found a blue ribbon and tied up a strand of Feng Zhuyue's long hair. The rest was spread over her shoulders, and her long hair fell straight down to her waist.
, the soft ink color is as vertical as a waterfall.
"When your hair reaches your waist, it would be nice for you to marry me as a young man. When your black hair is straightened out, would you like to have a ten-mile spread of red makeup?"
Unconsciously, Feng Zhuyue recited this beautiful poem. She would not have said such sensational words before, but just now she saw that her long hair had reached her waist, and she thought that she would marry Long Canghao soon.
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For a moment, I actually had the love of a son and a daughter in my heart.
"On the day when you marry me, I will pave you with ten miles of red makeup in Nanyue City, let your sedan chair circle around Nanyue City, and marry into the palace in a glorious manner."
A domineering and gentle voice like spring reached Feng Zhuyue's ears. She turned around in surprise and saw Long Canghao standing behind her.
A myriad of expressions suddenly appeared on his little face, and he used his eyes to indicate to Ruolan, when did he come, and why was she not aware at all?
Ruolan said leisurely: "Prince Cang has been here for more than an hour. The lady is sleeping. I am afraid of disturbing the lady, so I am sitting outside."
"Ah?" Feng Zhuyue was flattered. This man had waited for her for more than an hour. How noble he was, caring for her so carefully, and her heart was replaced by a burst of warmth.
The white gurgling water drops on his shoulders swayed with a strange crystal clear color, falling into her flawless eyes. Feng Zhuyue quickly pulled him over and asked him to sit where she was sitting just now.
"Ruolan, get the dry cloth quickly."
Ruolan got a dry cloth. Feng Zhuyue, who was always too lazy to even stretch his bones, actually took the dry cloth from Ruolan's hand and wiped the water droplets off Long Canghao's shoulders, again and again.
So clean and careful, there was still a sticky moisture on his shoulders.
"My clothes are wet with dew, why don't you come in and hide for a while?"
In the words, there was a wife's reproach to her husband. Even though it was July, the morning dew still had a bone-crushing coldness. He had been sitting outside for an hour, didn't he feel it at all?