Male God, a Little Su

I have to say that Du Chuan's face is too deceptive. He blinked a pair of innocent eyes and looked straight at you. When he smiled again, the impact was not too big.

Xia Nuan blushed quickly, she turned her head and snorted.

"You are a eunuch, what kind of beautiful bun can you wear?"

However, the tone was mostly anger, and he didn't seem to be angry.

Su Yan's eyes rolled, and she smiled lazily with her lips hooked.

Agreed, Du Chuan stood behind Su Ro, carefully picked up a handful of blue silk, combed it with a peach wood comb, then dipped some rose oil, and twisted his long hair little by little.

Xia Nuan and Qiu Nuan stood aside, initially with the mentality of watching the excitement. But gradually, they were also surprised.

Lazy and charming with a cloud bun, the soft broken hair on the forehead hangs down gently, and the bun is like a pile of clouds.

It seems random, but if you look closely, there is nothing messy.

Even better than them.

"Heaven... Duchuan, where did you learn the skill of twisting your hair?" Xia Nuan asked in surprise.

Du Chuan smiled embarrassedly, "I've seen it a few times before, thinking that I'll be serving the Empress in the future, and I thought about it casually when I was lying on the bed. Is it okay for the Empress to take a look?"

When Su Yan heard this, Laan Lan lifted her eyes and looked into the mercury mirror.

Although the ancient mercury mirror is much clearer than the ordinary bronze mirror, there is still a certain gap with the modern mirror.

The woman inside has a bun like a cloud, and the fine hair on the forehead is more gentle.

With a small oval face, bright eyebrows, and slightly raised peach blossom eyes, there is a wave of water.

It was as if the early sun fell on the golden tiles of the palace, emitting a sparkling light.

She sincerely praised, "Not bad."

Seeing Su Yan happy, Qiu Nuan smiled and continued, "It's a pity, if I don't enter the palace across the river, I don't know how many women I'll fascinate when I grow up."

Du Chuan's eyes flashed coldly, but the smile on his face became sweeter and sweeter.

"Sister Qiu Nuan is joking. How dare the servants dare to move those thoughts? For the rest of my life, I only want to be able to serve the good goddess, so I will have no regrets in this life."

Qiu Nuan didn't hear anything else, she nodded and agreed: "Of course this is the truth!"

Du Chuan lowered his head and leaned over behind Su Rou with a smile. From the back, it was as if Du Chuan was holding the petite woman sitting in front of the dressing table firmly in his arms.

"Niangniang, what do you want to wear today?"

He opened the box containing the jewelry, and all of a sudden there was a burst of brilliance.

"You decide, you don't need to ask Ben Gong's opinion on this kind of thing in the future."

Su Yan yawned lazily, pretending not to know Duchuan's thoughts.

She lowered her eyes and smiled.

"That's it, right? It complements the peony dress of the goddess today."

He took out a golden step and inserted two pearl hairpins diagonally under the bun.

Simple, but just right to show the beauty of Su Rou.

Any more points will become cumbersome and complicated, and overwhelm the guest.

A little less, and it will look too bland, and it will not match the peony embroidered skirt on her body.

...

But within a moment and a half, the news of Concubine Rong being favored again spread throughout the entire harem.

Outside the Weiyang Palace.

Concubine Rong supported her waist and pretended to say, "Aiya, Luluo, please support Ben Gong. Ben Gong's waist hurts. It's really hard to stand."

Meng Yunniang stood by and lowered her eyes slightly, but her fingernails were pinched into the palm of her hand.

It's true that Xiao Qinghe spared her the invitation, but he also promised her that he would never touch other women again, so in the end, didn't he forget his promise?