In the past, Chen Nanzhu always said that her hair was very compatible with her temperament and was not soft at all. It was probably because of her frigid temperament that her hair was frigid.

Yan Wanwan naturally refused to agree, but she was particularly troubled by taking care of this hair. If she had not been suppressing her temperament over the years and had become more patient with everything, she would have wanted to shave off all the three thousand worries with scissors.

Yan Zheng looked at the hair that was scattered in front of him, curved like waves, thick as seaweed, but his head was confused. Why did this back and this handful of hair feel familiar for a moment?

When he was concentrating on exploring the depths of his memory, there was no trace to be found.

He frowned, and a strange feeling emerged from the bottom of his heart.

"Hey!" Someone in his ear raised his voice and called him. The familiar voice was Yan Wanwan.

He was so thrust back, and she looked at her eyes carefully, "Help me comb!" He was stunned for a moment, and saw a wooden comb handed over to him, "I just asked you to help me comb my hair smoothly, and I didn't ask you to help me comb my hair." Yan Wanwan added, seeing that Yan Zheng didn't respond for a while, she clumped her eyebrows, "If you don't want to, just forget it."

As he said that, he was about to take back the wooden comb. Unexpectedly, the wooden comb was snatched by someone. Yan Zheng held the wooden comb and smiled gently and shyly at her, "It's just that I'm clumsy. If I hurt my wife in a while, don't blame me."

"Yeah." She nodded indifferently, turned around and turned her back to him. A smile mark was quietly pulled on the corner of her mouth, and at the same time, a flower quietly bloomed in her heart, warm and soft, and white.

Yan Zheng held the wooden comb in his hand and stood behind her, carefully combing her hair with two points of piety and caution, and seven points of clumsiness.

Her hair was frizzy and she was afraid that she could not sleep again last night. There were many knots in this chicken coop. Whenever she encountered it, Yan Zheng would be extremely careful and take it slowly very gently until the knot was combed open.

The sunlight fell in from the window sieve and evenly spread on the two of them, and the mundane thing about combing their hair was also coated with a layer of hazy beauty of the quiet years.

"Okay." After combed the frizzy hair a little smoother, Yan Zheng said reluctantly with two points, as if the touch of her hair was still left at the fingertips. It was not smooth, but unique, like hers.

Yan Wanwan turned his head and took the wooden comb from his hand. "It's pretty good, I don't feel any pain at all." While putting his hair together neatly, he tied his hair casually, and then inserted it with a hairpin, he tied a simple Zhuaner. She praised him casually.

"Is that true? Practice makes perfect, and you will definitely do better next time." Yan Zheng responded with a smile.

Yan Wanwan turned to look at him. The smile on his face was bright and his eyes were clear, not as if he was forced. She raised her eyebrows, "My husband is a scholar. At this moment, he didn't remember anything that only women and villains are hard to raise?"

Yan Zheng understood what she meant and laughed, "What's that? But it's all about boudoir fun. If the lady doesn't dislike her, even if she's a girl who's combing her hair for the rest of her life, I'll be happy."

Yan Wanwan was happy, and her ears were also hot and red, but she didn't appreciate it. She spat at him and said, "Bah! Who asked you to be a hair comb? With your skills now, it's not enough to make me a hair comb. Practice more. When the skills are so attractive, I will consider it." As she said, she raised her chin slightly, without knowing that her arrogant appearance was not inferior to Xiao Jiahe at all.

Yan Zheng's eyes were full of pampering, thinking about how different the pearl raised by Ning Wangjiao was from a princess in one day? I just thought of the calluses on her hand and the restless sleep she had before, Yan Zheng's pupils were slightly darker again, pressing these things in his heart. He took a step forward and took Yan Wanwan's hand without saying anything. "As far as my wife's instructions, I will practice the hair combing skills slowly, and I dare not let my wife down. But before that, can I ask my wife to respond to me?"

Yan Wanwan hissed, turned her head, looked at him with a cautious look, and looked at him suspiciously, "Is there really something else? This is really a matter of being attentive, either a traitor or a thief."

"My wife is so serious." Yan Zheng still looks like a gentleman, and his tone remains calm. "It's just that my father has returned to Beijing and will hold a banquet at home the next day, so I must take my wife with me and let him meet him."

It was just a meal, and it was worth it to be so serious. Yan Wanwan lifted it tightly before he could breathe a sigh of relief, "Who did you say just now?" Could it be that she was hallucinating?

Yan Zheng still laughed, "Father."

"Your father? Isn't your father dead?" So, this is a zombie deception? Yan Wanwan's eyes were rounded, and they became the shape of a white jade plate on the sky in the fifteenth night.

The day of the family banquet chosen by Lu Yuanzong was June 15th. Although it was not the Mid-Autumn Festival, it was also the full moon night, which was the beauty of reunion. After all, he spent most of the year in these years, and the father and son were all doing things for His Majesty. Except for the occasional chores between the two brothers Lu Heng and Yan Zheng, they were completely unaware of what Lu Yuanzong was doing. When Yan Zheng got married, he took action first and then reported, and did not inform him. Even if he knew, Lu Yuanzong might not be able to come back. After this family banquet, he would not know when he would reunite again. It is better not to expect the Mid-Autumn Festival reunion night on August 15th.

Since Yan Wanwan heard that her father-in-law was back and wanted to invite her to the house for dinner, she was like a thunder slashing from her head. Until two days later, Yan Zheng joined hands and boarded the carriage, and there were still two clones in the confused dream.

"Are you and Brother Lu really two brothers?" Yan Wanwan couldn't help but ask.

"Yes." Yan Zheng was wearing one of the two clothes she made for him. He seemed to love the clothes she made for him. Since he made these two clothes for him, it seemed that she had worn them every day when she saw him. If this was the case, both clothes would not be enough to wear them. If you can stay empty, you have to make two clothes for him to replace them.

No. Yan Wanwan shook her head. It was not the time to think about this now.

"But why is his surname Lu, but your surname is Yan?" Yes, he seemed to have said a lot yesterday, but she was a little confused at that time and heard a little, but most of them were not over the ears. She remembered that he said that the Yinming Si An Si had been in business since the founding of the Daning Dynasty, and that there were many ways to establish an impeccable identity for him. Could it be that because of this, he was the Yan surnamed?

"I have been given the name by Your Majesty since I was born." Yan Zheng said in a plain tone and looked at her with some concern. Why are these things more difficult for her to accept than him being a silly character?
Chapter completed!