Ming Yulong touched the bun on his head, and sure enough, the hair was messy.

She remembered that when she went out, Feng'er combed it neatly, obviously because she had fallen asleep just now.

It's not easy to be pretty, if you want to change to modern times, cut a fashionable little short haircut, or do an ion perm straightening.

When you wake up, you can comb it with your hands a few times, and you can also go out of the house to meet people simply and refreshingly.

Ming Yulong stretched out her hand to tear off the hairpin, she was originally sitting, her hair was scattered like a waterfall, spread on the carriage.

The original person did not grow much taller, and her hair grew quickly, black and long and shiny, like a black brocade draped over her body, as if draped in a mysterious black veil.

Rong Yi looked at her, her long eyelashes hung down gently, and her eyes flashed slightly.

Ming Yulong looked at the hairpin in his hand and said secretly:

She really didn't know how to wear this bun, she looked at the long hair like splashing ink in embarrassment, and decided to follow her own method.

It's all on the plate, and it's the best to be simple.

"Do you have a comb?" Ming Yulong asked.

Rong Yi's carriage is like a treasure chest, where you can eat, use, see, and have everything.

He fiddled around with it again, and a small dressing box came out, and Ming Yulong took a jade comb and quickly combed it up.

Watch her wrap her hair around and around like a black plate on the back of her head.

Rong Yi's eyes moved, and he finally spoke, his deep and pleasant voice was very clear in the carriage, and he shook his head and sighed:

"Only a married woman would put her hair up.

You're trying to tell everybody that after sitting in my carriage, you're a married woman. ”

The corners of Ming Yulong's mouth twitched slightly, there are really many rules in this era.

A woman is considered married when she puts all her hair up.

She was still normal when she got in the car, and she became a woman when she got out of the car, didn't she tell the whole world what happened to her and Rong Beihei?

Ming Yulong hurriedly raised his hand to pull off the hairpin, and let the three thousand green silks that had just been coiled fall again, looking at the black hair with a sad face, and said with a flat mouth:

"Then what to do, I don't know how to tie my hair in a bun.

Otherwise, you send me back, and I'll let Feng'er comb it again! ”

Rong Yi said softly: "Yesterday, I already asked someone to send a letter to Xu Xijiu, saying that I would take you to the Guozijian at five o'clock today.

If you don't care, I can ask Qu Shang to tell Xu Xijiu, you need to go home and tidy up because your hair is messy, and you will report the time today. ”

(Sacrificial wine: the name of the ancient scholar, who was in charge of the Guozijian.) )

Ming Yulong looked at Rong Yi sadly, she learned yesterday that the results of the annual unified examination of Zhilu Dao would be evaluated by the master of each subject.

However, the last is still to be handed over to Xu Xijiu, and the score of the most virtuous is the most successful.

And Xu Saijiu is the most well-behaved, strict and rigid, and definitely doesn't like students to be late.

I was late because I had to comb my hair in a bun, and this reason was really inferior!

She didn't want to make such a bad impression on Xu Xijiu from the beginning.

I knew that Lu Dao was so troublesome, and she didn't sleep just now.

"Then what should I do, if the cloak is scattered, I'm afraid that I will be driven out directly!"

Don't say that the ancients paid attention to etiquette, that is, modern people wore sloppy clothes, and when they went to the big hotel, people would stop them.

Those who are not well-dressed will not be accepted!

"Well, probably." Rong Yi saw that her little face was full of sad faces......