Thin Mei·Love Fragrance Quilt

Chapter 42

She was also only wearing a small coat, and she was indeed holding Tang Tianxiao's Dragon Singing Sword in one hand, and a bunch of black hair in the other. She was already tearing up from the pain, but she held it back and refused to shed tears.

Tang Tianxiao looked down, and saw that his black hair at the sideburns had been neatly cut off a short section.

He suddenly realized that he might have misunderstood something, hurriedly stood up from the bed, and asked, "What are you doing?"

But Qianmei lifted the hair in her hand, glanced at the table again, and said with a sob: "I heard... I heard... I heard that there is a custom in the Central Plains that on the day of marriage, husband and wife will each cut off a strand and distribute it together... "

Her tears were about to roll down suddenly, she hurriedly turned her head away, took a deep breath, under the thick nasal voice, even the usual crisp voice was blurred.

Tang Tianxiao looked up, only to see the same strand of black hair under the dim oil lamp, carefully placed on a white handkerchief.

Her sideburns had long hair, and a small strand was cut off.

She... just wanted to cut a section of his hair?
But Qianmei finally swallowed the choked air before continuing: "They said that if two people's hair is tied together, they will be a married couple. If one of them dies first in the future, the hair from when they were married must be taken. If you are buried with the comb, the one who dies first will not be lonely, and you will be regarded as a good couple who live together, die together, and never leave each other."

She looked down at the hair in her hand, and suddenly laughed: "Actually, I thought you would not agree. You have so many concubines, and you love each of them very much... Even if you die, there will only be the queen." I am qualified to be in the same mausoleum with you, how can it be my turn?"

She threw the broken hair and the Dragon Sword on the ground together, and said in a low voice: "I still don't know the rules and offended the emperor! From now on... I will treat myself as a tree or a flower in the palace. Look at it, if you don't want to look at it and cut it off, I won't say a word."

The long hair hangs down, covering most of her face, together with that so-called smile that even the dimples are full of sadness.

Her shoes fell off when Tang Tianxiao kicked them flying, but she didn't pick them up, she just lowered her head like that, her bare snow-white feet stepped on the cold ground, step by step, passing Tang Tianxiao's shoulders, silently He climbed back to bed without a breath.

There was a slight creaking sound from the wooden boards, like the aftertaste of the happy rhythm when the two of them blended together not long ago.

This aftertaste is so desolate, as if one's heart is extremely sinking, extremely quiet, but one hears a faint whimper coming from the bottomless dark abyss.

Tang Tianxiao squatted down, returned the Dragon Yin Sword to its sheath, and grabbed the hair on the ground.

He suddenly discovered that he was really young.

His hair is black, slightly stiff, with strong elasticity and bright luster. Even if the roots are broken, they are still full of vitality.

He has been on the throne for 15 years, during which he has gone through many hardships. He was on the verge of extinction several times, his life was at stake several times, and he stepped on the flesh and blood of his enemies and even his relatives several times to firmly sit on his throne...

Life and death, sorrow and joy, parting and reunion, he has experienced a lot, and he sees it lightly.

He has everything that no one else has, and he just needs to maintain everything he already has in his own way.

(End of this chapter)