The night is charming, and time is like flowing water.

At dawn, many of the candlesticks in the bedroom have been extinguished, and the room is slightly dark.

When Yang Yue woke up, the beautiful woman in her arms had already gotten up, and her delicate body was sitting in front of the dresser.

Dressed in white, with long hair fluttering, there is a hint of spring in the bronze mirror. Kitty!

Rou Yi held the sandalwood comb, slid back and forth on the long black flowing hair, the corners of her mouth smiled, and the aftertaste was endless.

Yang Yue opened the pink bed curtain, looked at the beauty in front of the dresser, noticed the beauty's gentle movements, bowed up slightly, put on underwear, climbed into riding boots, and left the show bed.

tiptoed to the dresser, gently pressed his broad palm on the shoulder of the beautiful woman, and asked softly: "Why did you get up and rest more?"

A night of lingering, happy with each other, tired and sleepy.

At night, the beautiful woman fell asleep in his arms, and got up early before dawn.

Yuwen Linxuan leaned her delicate body, leaned on Yang Yue, smiled sweetly, and said: "Husband, it's not early, the concubine needs to investigate the affairs of the house, but it's the husband, why don't you continue to rest?"

Yang Yue turned around, sat next to the beauty, held the soft hair, and said with a smile: "The affairs of the house are handled by the housekeeper and maid, so you don't have to work hard!"

"The husband has the ambition of the emperor and spends his mind on handling external affairs, and the concubines naturally have to deal with the affairs of the palace to avoid the husband's worries!" Yuwen Linxuan leaned against Yang Yue's arms and said softly.

Yang Yue's ability is geometric, the beauty is like a mirror, how Yang Yue is treated by the imperial court, and the beauty also empathizes.

Yuwen Linxuan didn't want Yang Yue to be disturbed by the tedious chores in the palace when he was depressed in the court.

Hearing the sound, Yang Yue grabbed the beautiful woman's soft twing, took the sandalwood comb, got up and said, "Xuan'er, I've worked hard for you, help you for my husband."

Yuwen Linxuan looked stunned, then smiled and asked suspiciously: "Really?" The husband won't turn his concubine into an ugly monster, right?"

"Xuan'er, how can such a beauty become an ugly monster?" Yang Yue pinched the beauty's hand and reminded: "Close your eyes, there will be a surprise!"

Yang Yue may not be proficient in other things, but Yang Yue is very proficient in makeup.

When he was busy on the set, when the makeup artist couldn't take care of him, he often put on his own makeup, but there were no flaws.

Even if you haven't done it for a long time, maybe the technique is a little rusty, but it will definitely not be too bad.

Yuwen Linxuan looked up at Yang Yue, suspicious, but saw Yang Yue nodding affectionately, and immediately stopped hesitating, closed his eyes, full of anticipation.

Getting along with Yang Yue often brings her unexpected surprises, and I hope that when I open my eyes, there will be unexpected joy.

Yang Yue grabbed the sandalwood comb, gently combed his long hair, and thought about what kind of style was in line with the temperament of a beautiful woman.

When he was young, a smile gradually appeared on his handsome face, and he acted quickly according to the temperament and appearance of the beauty.

Time passed, the dark night sky outside the window gradually darkened, and the sound of the housekeepers cleaning the courtyard was heard.

"Husband, is it really possible?"

Feeling that Yang Yue was constantly using his own mantis head, Yuwen Linxuan was suspicious, and he was looking forward to asking.

The finger flicked on the beauty's forehead, causing the beauty to shout softly, Yang Yue said: "I believe in the husband, I must be able to!"

The beauty bowed her head, but she still couldn't hold back her inner curiosity, and opened her eyes slightly, wanting to observe her appearance in the bronze mirror.

But Yang Yue, who was sharp-eyed, noticed it and said, "It's so impatient, Xuan'er, how is it, is it okay?"

Falling sound, Yang Yue moved his body and walked behind the beauty, and in an instant, the beauty appeared in the bronze mirror.

Yuwen Linxuan's black hair is extremely long, and it is very difficult to comb it.

When combing, two maids are often needed to assist in lifting the flowing black hair, braiding it into a frightened bird like spreading its wings and wanting to fly, and then wearing various headdresses to fix the black hair.

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However, seeing Yang Yue's hairstyle for herself, Yuwen Linxuan couldn't help but cover her mouth and exclaim, and when she was surprised, she swung her head and observed it in detail!

Yang Yue's hairstyle is not only not messy like a bird's nest, on the contrary, it is refreshing and simple. It is different from the previous style of the Partridge bun, which is simpler, but more temperamental, and seems to be more in line with her.

Simply coil up the long hair, pull the hair bun money, the left and right remaining black hair, each lock has a finger thick, and then form a concentric belt, hanging on both shoulders, decorated with beads.

In addition to the surprise, Yu Wenlin smiled softly, and asked appreciatively: "The husband is skilled, has he helped other young women in the past?"

"For the sake of my husband, before I meet you, I never get close to women, don't talk nonsense!" Yang Yue was beside him, concentrating on combing Liuhai, and said, "First time, it looks good at first glance?"

For Yang Yue's previous life, beauties are like a few family treasures, back then, Yang Yue was the object of crazy pursuit by the women of the Chang'an family, how could she be deposed to Youzhou when the spring breeze was proud.

Before they met by chance, he was alone, and his mind was on military affairs.

Today, the beauty was in a very good mood, and couldn't help teasing Yang Yue, and asked with a wicked smile: "Really?" The husband is very fond of the slave, hasn't he done it for the slave?"

Gee....

"My husband smelled the smell of the vinegar jar overturning, so sour, so sour!" Yang Yue chuckled, pressed his broad palm on the shoulders of the beauty, and laughed loudly.

Hearing this, the beautiful woman turned around, looked at Yang Yue with a pair of eyes, and said coquettishly: "Husband, say it quickly, have you ever helped Nujiao?"

Looking down at the pretty face of the beautiful woman, Yang Yue hooked his index finger and crossed the nose of the beautiful woman, and said with a smile: "You and the slave have their own temperament, like the lotus flower and the begonia have their own posture, and the slave Jiao's temperament is quiet and uncontrollable. When the little girl is slim, help her husband!"

Hearing this, Yu Wenlinxuan chuckled stupidly.

In the palace of King Yan, everyone knows that Yang Yue is very fond of Yue Nu, and does not tolerate the slightest injury, but seems to despise other princesses.

Thinking about it carefully, Yang Yue treats everyone differently, only in different ways, and loves everyone, but he has no less.

Yang Yue didn't know that the beauty was thinking carefully, glanced at the makeup box, grabbed the eyebrow pencil, looked at the smirking beauty, with a stern face, and said: "Laugh again, for a while, the husband will really turn you into a flower-faced cat."

Yuwen Linxuan wanted to restrain her smile, but when she saw Yang Yue pretending to be serious, she couldn't help but laugh and said, "Husband, Xuan'er didn't laugh, she definitely didn't laugh, Husband's old eyes were dizzy, and he looked away."

On weekdays, I am used to seeing Yang Yue's gentle and Confucian appearance, and suddenly, with a cold attitude towards killing generals, a strong contrast, Yuwen Linxuan couldn't help but smile at all.

"Old eyes are dizzy, you little goblin, see what your husband does with you!" Yang Yue's cold cheeks, Gujing Wubo, grabbed the eyebrow pencil, regardless of the obstruction of the beauty, and drew a big cat on the beauty show.

When Yang Yue was laughing heartily, he looked at his makeup in the bronze mirror, Yuwen Linxuan looked embarrassed, and hit Yang Yue's chest with a pink fist, and said coquettishly: "Husband, you bullied Xuan'er, you painted a flower face, how can Xuan'er see people, people ignore you."