With a rough comb, she knotted his hair and pulled up the roots of his black hair. At this time, the man in front of her was staring at him with anger and roared angrily: "You want to murder me?
Don’t you know what gentleness is? You’re rude, don’t you know that any of the women out there are gentler than you?”
Changle lazily smashed the comb in his hand, then threw it on the table with a "pop", and said in a deep voice: "They are gentle, why do you want to comb them with them? Why do you want to comb them with me? Are you sick?"
"How dare you... dare to say that I am sick? You are the only one who is sick hahaha..."
The man in front of him was poisoned again, so he held his stomach and started laughing like before.
Seeing him like this made Changle laugh out loud. He was so overbearing when the concubine laughed at him. He was so overbearing and laughed so hard at the same time. I am afraid he is the only one in the world who can really bear to laugh.
Looking at the silky black hair in front of him, she curled her lips, then picked up the comb and gently combed it for him.
This time, she was not as rude as before. She really wanted to try how the gentle girl in his mouth felt.
"One comb to the end, two combs to bring white hair to eyebrows, three combs to have children and grandchildren, four combs to bring harmony to husband and wife, five combs to give birth to a child early..."
Before Changle finished his joking words, the man in front of him roared angrily again, "You treat me as a married woman? Then what are you, a dead matchmaker with moles on your face?"
Chang Le suppressed the laughter in his heart and carefully combed his hair. At this moment, the room seemed to fall into calm, and both of them were very quiet and stopped talking, as if there was a tacit understanding.
Chu Wuyou raised his eyes faintly, how nice it would be if she could always be so gentle, and how nice it would be if there were no barriers and resentments between the two of them.
After Changle had combed his hair, he tried to tie it into a man bun. This hair-tying job was not easy to do, and it was usually done by palace maids.
She picked some hair on the top of his head and slowly tied it up to the top. Suddenly, she saw Chu Wuyou closing his eyes and thinking about something.
He didn't look in the mirror, which was fine.
A hint of a mischievous plan came to mind, Changle quickly tied up his hair, put a jade crown on it, then braided a big braid on the back of his head, and tied the braid with a female red silk ribbon.
In this way, he can't see his braids from the front. He only knows that his hair has been tied into a man bun with a jade crown. He doesn't know that the black hair at the back has been braided by Chang Le. Now there is something exciting to see.
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After doing all this, Chang Le clapped his hands simply, and the man in front of him opened his eyebrows instantly. He glanced at his bun and gave a rare compliment to Chang Le, "It's not bad, you replied like that."
It's a good thing, but it's far worse than the palace maids."
Changle narrowed his eyes and smiled. After a while, he knew what the difference was between himself and his craftsmanship and those palace ladies.
The maids can make him more handsome and attractive, but she is just the opposite.
At this time, Li Luo's anxious voice sounded outside the door, "Your Highness, are you okay?"
"Well, just wait!" Chu Wuyou said coldly, stood up, walked towards the door, opened the door, and stepped out of the room with a meteoric stride.
His swaying feminine braids made Chang Le in the room laugh while holding his belly.
Chu Wuyou walked out of the room with a cold and arrogant expression, his extremely beautiful handsome eyes were raised coldly, and his braid flicked behind his back a few times as his eyes moved.
Now, when Liluo and the others saw their braids clearly, the corners of their mouths twitched. When did His Highness become so heavy-handed?