Empress is a black heart lotus

Chapter 26 If it is possible, I will wait for you to freshen up in the future
Qiaoyu usually does this, but when she returned home, Murong Wan arranged to do other things.

Murong Wan originally planned to simply wash and wash herself, but since she is not a member of the palace, if she shows off so swaggeringly, those people will be jealous to death.

But Murong Wan was too embarrassed to refuse the man's initiative.

She obediently followed behind the man: "Your Majesty, can you comb your hair?"

"will not."

Murong Wan: ".Then you" "Try."

The man glanced at her indifferently: "If it's possible, I will take care of you to freshen up in the future."

Murong Wan was taken aback, and hurriedly shook her head and waved her hands: "No, no, no, you are the emperor, the son of heaven, how can you do such a low-level job, if you really mean serving, you are also a concubine serving the emperor. "

The man frowned, and his handsome eyebrows stared at her for a while.

Murong Wan was shocked by the look.

"Okay, my concubine admits that I can't get up. Who told the emperor to get up so early every morning? It's not even dawn yet."

"I don't care what you were like, but now that you are with me, I will not allow you to do these troublesome things again."

"emperor."

"Ok?"

"Even if you let the concubine do it, the concubine won't know how to do it."

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"The concubines are clumsy. They used to only do laundry in the mansion. Now that they have entered the palace, there are so many maids and nuns in the palace. The emperor loves the concubines, and he would never want them to do these things. Pull your hair and dress This kind of thing, the concubine has never done it."

"Especially when your majesty the old man went to court early, the dragon robe on your body was terribly heavy, and my concubine, with her small arms and legs, might not be able to lift it up."

This little girl.

Hearing her justify himself, Pei Qilian actually found it funny, especially when he looked at her serious face and said that she also wanted to do things for him, but she was too weak to do these things.

Any woman would be proud of serving him, but he has never had a good face, but she is the only one who, knowing that she is lazy and making excuses for himself, he still finds it pleasant.

"How many days do you intend to stay at the residence?"

"Is the emperor's palace busy?"

"not busy."

At present, many foreign envoys have come, one is to seek a hundred-year friendship, and the other is to test Daqi's details for other countries.

Gao Sheng, who was listening to the wall outside the door, couldn't help but sighed. Even he, the eunuch, knew the truth. When is the palace not busy?On the emperor's side, it is clear that state affairs are not as important as the Bomei people's smile.

The man tied a light bun for her.

Wearing a long black dress, it is not as gorgeous as before, but it is more dark.

The little face without makeup was slightly covered with powder, and the pink face was set off by the black clothes, and when she smiled, she was a little more sinister.

The hair on both ears is attached to both sides of the earlobe, hanging down to the chest, and the broken hair on the forehead is above the curved eyebrows, no more, no less.

Murong Wan looked at herself in the bronze mirror with satisfaction, and had to say that although it was the first time for a man to help a woman make up her eyebrows, it satisfied her more than her makeup in the past two lifetimes.

After admiring alone for a while, I suddenly realized that the man was also wearing black clothes.

The large black brocade robe was straight and thin. The man was already extremely handsome, and the black clothes seemed natural, like a god.

The peerless and handsome facial features really make people never get tired of seeing them, and they are intoxicating with a glance and a smile.

The unsmiling man makes people feel even more mysterious and exciting.

Comparing with the black clothes on his body, Murong Wan smiled far-fetchedly, and looked down at his own black clothes which were exactly the same.

(End of this chapter)