Yu Qizhe ordered Liuzi to find Song Nian, Jianjia and others by the moat, and led Yu Jiao into the bedroom.

"You'd better not wear the clothes you are wearing, so as not to be recognized." Yu Qizhe said as he opened the closet.

Yu Jiao looked at the women's ready-made clothes in the closet, "What is this...?"

"I asked Liuzi to buy it some time ago. The owner of the clothing store said that this style is popular in the capital this spring. Do you like it?" Yu Qizhe said in a gentle voice, "You usually like plain colors, so I asked Liuzi to pick out some light-colored materials."

The entire wardrobe was filled to the brim, containing only a few of Yu Qizhe's casual clothes and two official robes, and all around were skirts. Yu Jiao chose an apricot-colored skirt and went behind the screen to change.

If she hadn't encountered that situation on the lake today, she might not have had the chance to wear these clothes. Yu Jiao said softly across the screen, "Your salary is not much, don't spend it on these things."

It was not until she changed her clothes that Yu Jiao heard Yu Qizhe's voice with a chuckle, "Are you afraid that I won't be able to support my family in the future?"

Yu Jiao came out from behind the screen and said, "I don't mean that. Your salary is not much. Now that you are an official, you have to take care of people when you go out. Don't spend it all on buying things for me."

Yu Qizhe naturally disagreed with her words in his heart, but he agreed with her. He raised his eyes to look at Yu Jiao. The apricot-colored skirt made her eyebrows and eyes lively. The girl's slender waist was like the stars in the sky, making people want to hold her in their arms.

Yu Jiao straightened her clothes and saw Yu Qizhe looking at her. She asked awkwardly, "Doesn't it look good?"

Yu Qizhe narrowed his peach blossom eyes slightly, chuckled and shook his head, "It looks good."

Yu Jiao's face flushed with fear at his straightforward praise, and she glanced around the room, "Is there a dressing mirror?" Her hair had just been messed up by Yu Qizhe, and now it was only tied up loosely with a hairpin. It would not be a good idea for her to go back home in this state.

Yu Qizhe walked forward, deliberately covering the dressing mirror in the corner, and took the hairpin from her hand, "I don't think so. I've never used it to tie my hair. Can I help you tie it up?"

Yu Jiao's hair-braiding skills were really not that good. She was about to say that she should wait for Bai Lu to come back and help her braid her hair, but Yu Qizhe had already taken out a sheep-horn comb from somewhere and started to help her comb her hair. Yu Jiao swallowed her words.

The teeth of the comb moved gently through the hair and the surroundings were quiet, which made Yu Jiao feel dazed, as if she had returned to Qingyu Village when Yu Qizhe helped her to tie her hair. At that time, she said that she would ask Yu Qizhe to tie her hair every day in the future and asked him not to bother her.

People always seem to remember the good moments in the past and subconsciously forget the bad memories.

And those beautiful memories will continue to embellish the past and make people miss the past.

Yu Qizhe tied up her hair and inserted a jade hairpin. Seeing that Yu Jiao seemed distracted, he picked up a small bronze mirror from the corner and held it in front of Yu Jiao, "Do you still like it?"

Yu Jiao subconsciously looked up at the mirror. She didn't look at her hair bun, but at Yu Qizhe who was standing behind her in the bronze mirror. His eyebrows had lost their former youthfulness, his face had become tougher and more resolute, his chest had become strong and broad, and at some point he had become tall and handsome like an adult man.

Yu Jiao somehow recalled the burning temperature of his body on the pleasure boat, and her heart began to beat fast.

Yu Qizhe also looked at the bronze mirror and met her gaze. "Don't like it? Then I'll help you tie it again."

Yu Jiao quickly stopped his movements and shook her head, "I don't dislike it, it's pretty good."

Yu Qizhe caught a glimpse of the light pink on her neck behind her ear, chuckled, put down the sheep-horn comb in his hand, and carefully gathered the fallen hair from the comb teeth. "I'm glad you like it. I haven't done your hair for a long time, and I'm afraid my skills are a little rusty."

Yu Jiao felt inexplicably happy when she heard him say that. She thought of Zhu Yu's story, "Prince... do you know who was talking to the prince on the pleasure boat?"

When Zhu Yu was mentioned, Yu Qizhe's face turned slightly cold. He said, "It should be the Salt Transport Commissioner who escorted the salt tax silver from Jiangnan to the capital. When they mentioned Huai'an, it was probably Huai'an that was transferred to Zhai Huaiying of the Salt Transport Commissioner."