010: The legacy of Princess Hongling

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"Your Highness, what kind of hair style do you like?" Sitting in front of the bronze mirror, Linglong gently combed a piece of green silk of cinnabar. She held a pale yellow horn comb in her hand, like a canoe, flowing down the waterfall-like green silk.

What kind of hair style?

The cinnabar was slightly stunned.

She has never been upset about combing her hair. The ghost-like fragrance always changes the way to change the cinnabar. What kind of bun is it today? What kind of exquisite ring tomorrow? Later, I heard that there is a car where Yang Ernam led the trend of wearing big flowers. In short, almost everyone in Wuzhao know that their princess is a trendy man standing at the forefront of fashion. Unfortunately, they don't know that their princess is a master who will not waste energy on her hair at all, so as far as cinnabar is concerned, her favorite hairstyle is really Che Yang Er's, which is scattered with a big flower. However, looking at the various combs in front of the dressing table and the maids standing on both sides holding silver plates for flowers, why doesn't cinnabar know what she should do on such an occasion?

"Let's do it according to the current prosperity of the big business." The cinnabar smiled faintly in the bronze mirror, "It's all up to Linglong."

Linglong, who was combing her hair for cinnabar, paused her hand slightly. Zhusha saw her straighten up and look at herself, and then continued to say in her indifferent tone, "It's so good that I will dress up well, princess. Perhaps the maidservant knows better what suits you than the princess.

Look at what you said.

The cinnabar is extremely disappointing by the words of this drop of water.

Compared with these little girl with a clever smile on her face, this exquisiteness really can't attract people's good feelings. No matter how you look at it, it looks like a hard bone, which makes people unable to chew, digest, and it's uncomfortable to get stuck in the throat. What on earth did their big businessman think? They sent such an unsnive person to serve themselves. Did they deliberately wear small shoes for the people of Wuzhao Kingdom, or did they lose the face of their big merchants?

The cinnabar was so irritated that she didn't want to look at the head flowers in the silver plate, but she just closed her eyes and let Linglong play with her hair.

"The king just sent someone here. Princess Xuan, see you at Youshi Jin." Linglong divided the black hair of the cinnabar into trenches and braided their braids. "The big businessman is different from Wu Zhaoguo. The royal dining time starts from the time of You and ends before the time. Or when the king is interested, he will continue to call the prince or the favorite minister to invite the moon pavilion to drink. Since the beginning of Hai, the women in the harem have been forbidden to walk, and they are not allowed to walk out of their courtyard without special circumstances. At the time of Yin, it is the time when the king, the queen and the prince get up. When it comes, it is the time when the members of the royal family have to get up to worship the king, the queen and the prince. Although you are a guest, princess, you must remember the rules in the palace.

Cinnabar's eyes slowly opened and turned to Linglong.

"How do you know that the time of Wu Zhaoguo is different from that of Da Shang?" The red lips raised slightly, and a trace of imperceptible brilliance flashed in the cinnabar's eyes.

"The maidservant..." Linglong hesitated slightly and finally said indifferently, "The maidservant was selected by the queen to comfort you. Naturally, you should know Wu Zhao's etiquette and customs."

"So it is," the cinnabar nodded slightly and suddenly realized and replied, "It's because the Queen is worried." Thinking of the face of the Queen of Dashang, the strange expression when she learned that Cinnabar was the princess of Wuzhao, it made people feel entangled no matter how they looked at it. I can't tell whether the woman hates herself or disdains herself. In short, the way she looks at her is very tight...

"Your Highness, your hair is combed." Linglong's words interrupted the cinnabar's nonsense. She came to her senses and looked up at the bronze mirror. However, it was in this view that the cinnabar opened its mouth in surprise.

But seeing the woman in the bronze mirror, a green silk is divided into two strands, tied into braids, and tied into cloud buns on both sides. But two thin braids drooped from the bun and decorated with a warm pearl, which looked light and dexterous. There were a few wisps of broken hair in front of his forehead, but they set off their eyebrows for no reason, which made the black and white eyes very flexible. Under the light nose, the petal-like lips are slightly open, as if the flowers just bathed are still stained with water mist.

This is, is this me?

Cinnabar stretched out his hand in surprise, touched his hair, and then turned his side face. The girl in the mirror followed the movement of the cinnabar, proving that everything in front of her was not an illusion. This may be the first time that cinnabar knows that women's braids can play such a role.

"Her Royal Highness is indeed a talented country, beautiful, and there is indeed the legacy of Princess Hongling!" Looking at the bronze mirror, it was not only cinnabar, but also the exquisite behind him with heartfelt sighs.

"Do you know my mother?" Cinnabar looked back at Linglong in surprise.

The light that originally shining in Linglong's eyes was fleeting. She bowed down gently and said, "Your Highness, you have forgotten that this is the country of your mother's concubine. Everyone in the big business remembers the appearance of Princess Hongling, her wonderful dance and beautiful appearance."

The mother's home country...

The cinnabar slowly turned his head, and his eyes couldn't help but be blurred.

Yes, how did she forget that this was originally the mother's concubine's country, the place where the mother concubine was born and grew up. However, the time that the mother concubine appeared in the life of cinnabar was so short that she did not give her much that could be called a memory. However, in the blood of cinnabar, half of it belongs to big merchants. This... Although it is half of her country, it is such a mysterious and unknown country.

Here, what is the face of cinnabar...

"Doesn't these pearls meet the wishes of Your Highness?"

The cinnabar went from the side of the maid holding a silver plate full of jewelry to that side. Each silver plate was carefully looked at, but finally shook its head.

"In terms of exquisiteness, every hairpin and every piece of jade in this plate is a top-quality thing, but things that are too gorgeous are only too noisy, but will make people careless."

"Princess Hui Zhilanxin, let the maidservant admire you." Linglong nodded with approval, then waved his hand and called the maids down. What kind of hair accessories do you like, princess? I'll call someone to find it.

"H hair accessories..." Cinnabar turned his head and looked at himself in the bronze mirror, but saw the rosy lips slightly raised, showing a cunning smile, "I have my own opinion."

At this time, there was still one hour left. The cinnabar only said that she wanted to take a break, and Linglong was quite winked. She only called someone to prepare all kinds of tea and put them on the table. She also brought a maid to wait outside the door in person, and the others were sent down.

Cinnabar sat quietly by the bed and nodded to the maids dignifiedly. When the door closed, she immediately jumped up and tiptoed to the door to listen. There was only the sound of gently scattered footsteps outside the door, and the maid who was waiting outside the door with Linglong, who was called a parrot, was talking:

"Sister Linglong, does this princess of cinnabar really look like Princess Hongling?"

I didn't hear Linglong's voice, but it fully proved Linglong's response from the parrot girl's next words.

"Since you say it's like Linglong's sister, it's really similar. Unexpectedly, Princess Hongling, a legendary woman, was like this in those years. My parrot daughter has achieved her wish today.

Will your wish come true?

Cinnabar frowned puzzledly and felt that it was their wish to see their mother and concubine? However, why does this parrot say that if it is like Linglong, then it is like it? What is the relationship between this Linglong and her mother's concubine?

"Wait here and I'll be back as I go." But when Linglong said something, there was no more noise outside the door.

In this way, I can do my business!

I can't help but be happy.