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Morong Gan suspected that he had heard wrongly, "What did you say? Comb your hair? "

"Yes, my hair is a mess. Please help me comb my hair, Your Highness." Bai Qianfan maintained her posture and expression, her eyes full of hope.

Morong Gan, "... This King does not know how to comb his hair. "

The light shining in Bai Qianfan's eyes dimmed, she pursed her lips, and spoke with a faint tone of disappointment: "No way …"

Morong Gan asked, "Why do you need me to comb your hair?"

"In the past when I was bullied, there was a person who stood out like a prince and even combed my hair. To me, that was a very warm thing, and I will always remember it."

Morong Gan scoffed in his heart. Who asked you to keep this in mind?

He was silent for a moment, then stood up. "Wait a moment."

Bai Qianfan was baffled. Why did he need her to wait for a while to give him other rewards? If she really wanted to give it to her, then she might as well give Big Sister Qi Hong to her! Or maybe she could stay for lunch!

Morong Gan walked to the door and saw that Lv He was standing at the side of the pillar. She raised his chin towards them and turned to enter her own room.

"Master, what orders do you have for me?"

Mo Rongwen glanced at the green lotus. She had combed a beautiful spirit serpent bun with a few pearls stuck in it. In the middle, she shook her body, causing a few strands of silver tassels to hang down, illuminating her eyes. "Her hair was much more dignified, with a flowing cloud bun and a jade-green gem, dotted with a few snowdrops, simple and grand.

However, this was not what he wanted. He remembered that there was a girl in the painting. She had a pair of braids, and with her pair of black, bright eyes, she must be a good girl.

When he wanted to speak, he was a little embarrassed and hesitant, causing Qi Hong and Lv He to look at each other, feeling somewhat baffled.

Morong Gan heaved a sigh of relief in his heart. He was a Prince Chu whose words were worth a lot, and there was no reason for him to take back the water that he poured out. After encouraging himself, he no longer hesitated and gestured to the two maidservants the hairstyle he wanted.

Lv He understood immediately. She was curious why Yue Yang asked him about it.

Qi Hong, "This master spoke of this item called the ingot bun."

Morong Gan slapped his thigh. Right, this was exactly what he wanted, and asked, "Can you comb it?"

"Yes, it's too simple."

Morong Gan was amused, and pointed at Lv He: "Help her comb one."

Lv He was unhappy, "Master, I'm not a child, so don't comb through that."

"Don't be so long-winded," Morong Gan said somewhat impatiently. "I won't help you comb it, I'll just borrow your hair to use it."

Lv He had no choice but to sit down and let Qi Hong take off her hair. However, the doubt in her heart grew bigger and bigger: Why would a perfectly fine prince want to see her combing her Primordial Treasure into a bun? Ah, Little Princess, she is a child, could it be …

The more she thought about it, the more her heart beat faster. Looking at Morong Gan's face through the bronze mirror, she could only see a Prince's face full of determination.

Although Morong Gan had come from a martial arts background, he was also very meticulous. After combing it once, Qi Hong remembered it and took away two of his pearl flowers, then said, "I'll give you another one tomorrow."

After he left, Qi Hong could not hold back her laughter, "What happened to me, you're actually interested in that woman's hair style? Also take your pearl flowers, who should you give them to? "

Lv He looked at the two pinches on her head in the copper mirror, and helplessly rolled her eyes towards the sky. "Elder sister, I'm sorry to trouble you to help me take them off."

Qi Hong teased her, "Don't tear it down, it's cute. I like this one, keep it."

"I don't like this one, but the one in our room." Lv He said, "Haven't you seen? I'm here to comb the princess' hair and look for us. "Just you wait, wait for the princess to come out of the house. She's definitely wearing a bun with two of my pearls stuck in her head."

Qi Hong's mouth opened wide in disbelief, "That's not possible, right? He's taken a fancy to the wangfei? "

"I don't know. I only know that today, I lost my temper and kicked all of Head Steward, those kitchen girls were all thirty years old and Ning Jiu was the one who executed the punishment. Even if I don't die, I will still be severely injured.

Qi Hong still thought that it was impossible, "The wangfei is still just a child and has a small body, so it's not good for us grandpa to eat like this."

"It's hard to say," Lv He saw that he had put back his spirit serpent bun in the mirror, and his mood improved a lot. "Perhaps the Prince pitied her, and today, the Princess has indeed suffered a great loss. Your highness may look dignified on the surface, but your heart is kind. Who knows?

The two maidservants talked about the two masters. In the carriage, Bai Qianfan saw that Morong Gan had brought two pearls with him, and her eyes were filled with disappointment.

She stood up and waited for the reward to arrive, but Morong Gan pressed his hand on her shoulder, "Sit."

Bai Qianfan sat back down, she stood behind her for a while, then thought for a bit and patted her shoulder: "Sit over there." He was referring to Qi Hong's makeup table.

Bai Qianfan thought that Morong Gan wanted her to place flowers in front of the makeup table, so she didn't say anything and just sat down.

Morong Gan was still standing behind her. She took a deep breath and then raised her hand to comb Bai Qianfan's hair. He memorized the steps, but the actual operation was more difficult than he had imagined. He was afraid of hurting her, but he also wanted to achieve perfection, so he couldn't let go of his hands and feet.

At first, Bai Qianfan was stunned, and she opened her eyes wide as she looked at the copper mirror. Only then did she realize that Morong Gan was combing her hair.

Morong Gan snorted, "This king strives to be perfect when doing things, or if I don't do it, I have to do it well. It hurts a little, bear with it, if it hurts too much, you can say it.

Bai Qianfan nodded her head, her hair was grabbed onto Morong Gan's hand, she lowered her head, and her hair was pulled, and it was not pain, it was just a sudden instinctive reaction, but Morong Gan released his hand, and was slightly annoyed: "It's hurt like that?"

Bai Qianfan stuck out her tongue, "It's not painful, I forgot it for a moment, I won't do it next time."

His big hands were warm, and from time to time, they brushed past her ears, reminding Bai Qianfan of the Big Brother. Bai Changjian also had a pair of big hands that were this warm, with the calluses on the center of his hands.

Morong Gan carefully combed his hair, glancing at the copper mirror from time to time, suspecting that he had hurt her, but Bai Qianfan did not seem to be affected by it at all. Her eyes looked weak, but his mouth had a trace of a smile, as though he was looking forward to something.