Xi Lanting returned from the Governor's Mansion before lunch.
Yun Qiao had just brushed her teeth and washed her face, and was sitting in front of the dressing table combing her hair.
She looked very worried, looking at herself in the glass in a daze, as if she was a stranger.
Xi Lanting came in, stood behind her, and looked at her face in the mirror: "Why, are you sleepy?"
Yun Qiao raised her eyes, without looking back, and looked at his face in the mirror. When she looked at him, she felt that he was even more familiar, and a strong feeling of love and pain surged in her chest.
She loved him very much, but at the same time she felt heartbreaking pain, just like in her dream.
"I had a dream." She murmured, her eyes slightly scattered, unable to focus, and her soul wandering.
"What dream?"
Xi Lanting's hands were already holding her shoulders. Her autumn shirt was lined and not thin, but she felt the coldness of his palms falling through the clothes and onto her skin.
"It was a very messy dream. I kept losing my temper in the dream, and I was in a bad mood. I felt that the world was bleak. I said I wanted to go home. By the way, I also dreamed of you, and I called you Your Majesty." Yun Qiao said.
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Xi Lanting's hand was slightly stronger.
He let go again and looked at the confused face in the mirror without a smile: "It's just a dream. Dreams are inherently bizarre. Do you want to take a bath and wake up?"
"But I think..."
She didn't know how to say it.
I had had many nightmares before, but I knew very well that they were just dreams.
I felt slightly uncomfortable when I woke up, but didn't think much about it.
The reason why I felt so depressed this time was because the emotions in the dream were very real, as real as long-lasting memories.
Once the memory is opened, the emotions corresponding to it also pour out, which is irresistible.
Xi Lanting leaned over, picked her up, and sat her on the dressing table.
He held her down and kissed her hard.
Yun Qiao's back was pressed against the cool mirror, her breath was occupied by him again, and her thoughts were all confused. She was a little confused by the kiss, and those dreams that made her heavy were swept away.
After a long time, when he let go, Yun Qiao gasped slightly and held his shoulders.
Xi Lanting pecked her lips again: "Isn't it better?"
She feels much better.
"Well, it's fine now," she said.
There was a little more lightness in the voice.
Xi Lanting took her down, sat her on the dressing stool, and took the comb from her hand.
"I'll comb it for you," he said. "I won't make it too complicated. I can only make two simple buns. Do you want to try it?"
Yun Qiao was astonished: "Can you still wear your hair in a bun?"
Updos have become less popular in recent years.
Not to mention Yun Qiao, even Changning and Jingxin, who are dedicated to serving Yun Qiao, can't do it.
Grandma, Aunt Tong, and Aunt Qian are good at it, but only a little bit.
Girls about the same age as Yun Qiao no longer have long hair, let alone buns, and many of them have their hair cut into ear-length bobs, which are lively and fashionable.
"Yeah." Xi Lanting answered matter-of-factly, "I learned it professionally."
"Why learn this?" Yun Qiao asked.
Xi Lanting was silent.
He didn't know how to answer.
Once upon a time, she made a fuss and wanted to leave him and go back to Shangqingshan. He coaxed her over and over again. At first, he gave her good things, including various treasures and fabrics.
Later, she got fed up, and a luminous pearl as big as a baby's fist was placed in front of her. She didn't even want to take a second look at it.
In order to coax her, he dressed her.
She showed a long-lost smile.
Then he went even further and asked him to wear shoes, socks, eyebrows, rouge, and hair.
Every time His Majesty the Emperor goes to court, he has to dress her up before leaving.
All the palace maids stepped aside and did not dare to step forward.
Many, many years have passed, and today’s girls no longer wear the hair accessories and dresses they used to wear, and naturally they don’t use the makeup they used to wear.