Chapter 9 Tying the Hair
In folk tradition, it's called "tying the hair" (结发), a promise of protection.
This isn't how you lull someone to sleep; it's completely unserious.
Chen Guanxue pushed his hand away, but her hair got tangled in his hand and she couldn't get it out, pulling at it painfully.
Clutching her hair, her eyes welled with tears from the pain, she glared fiercely at Kangxi, only to see his face drawing ever closer.
His burning lips landed on my eyelids, kissing me forcefully several times, and even the tears that had welled up in my eyes were kissed away.
I forgot that this kind of pervert loves to see tears. I usually don't dare to hurt her or make her cry, but when I suddenly saw her tears, I couldn't control myself. I was already extremely restrained by just kissing away her tears.
After kissing her a few times, Kangxi pulled away from her skin. His eyes were slightly red from the kisses, and when he opened them, they were as clear as if they had been washed with water, allowing him to see the emotions inside very clearly.
He smiled at her before looking down at the hair tangled in his fingers.
Her originally smooth hair had become tangled and tangled around his fingers due to his movements, which is why it hurt when she pushed him away.
Even though her fingers had been removed, her tangled hair was still a mess and probably wouldn't be easy to untangle.
Since it was his own fault, he patiently tried to untangle his hair one strand at a time.
Runxi huddled to the side, and seeing that Chen Guanxue didn't call her, she happily watched the fun from the sidelines.
Kangxi was still wearing a very formal dragon robe, with a five-clawed golden dragon embroidered on the bright yellow robe. The dragon eyes on his chest were very majestic, but at this moment they were looking at a strand of black hair less than the thickness of a finger in his hand.
That huge clump of hair, bent over, looked at those strands of hair, and the movements of his hands were indescribably gentle.
He would pause several times to observe Chen Guanxue's expression as he pulled out each strand of hair. If she frowned, he would slow down and wait for the hair to loosen before pulling out another strand.
This thoughtful behavior, which seems out of place with her appearance and status, must be a unique expression of tenderness and indulgence towards her.
Even with the smoothest hair and the most careful movements, a strand still ended up tangled together, forming a knot that couldn't be untied.
Kangxi held the strand of hair and looked at it for a long time, but he couldn't untangle it. He was so nervous that his palms were sweating, but he still made no progress.
Chen Guanxue stretched out his hand in front of him and said, "Where is the dagger that the Emperor always carries?"
He is a very sensitive person who always carries a small but sharp dagger with him, no matter where he is, even when he is with her.
Kangxi loosened her hair, and with a slight movement of his left hand in his right sleeve, he pulled out a dagger.
Calling it a dagger is a bit of a stretch. It's less than the length of a palm, probably only half the length of a forearm. Excluding the length of the handle, the blade is about the same length as a dart.
He drew the dagger, then turned the blade towards himself and the handle towards her. "This dagger is very sharp, be careful."
The things he keeps close to his body must be valuable, as they could be life-saving in a crisis.
Without hesitation, he handed over the dagger to Chen Guanxue, without asking how she knew about it or whether she intended to throw it away or keep it for herself.
He picked up the dagger, and with one hand he took the strand of hair that he had been trying to untangle for a long time, and under his tense and shocked gaze, he placed the strand of hair and the dagger in his palm.
"If it can't be untied, then it won't be; this strand of hair will be kept by the Emperor."
What do you call this? This is what you call a surprise.
He never imagined that when he gave away the dagger, he would receive a lock of hair from her.
He picked up the dagger and put it back in the sheath that was close to his arm, and he no longer had the idea of untying Qing's hair.
It's better to tie it in a knot; if he loses one of the strands after untying it, he'll be heartbroken.
The light, flowing hair was in his palm, yet he seemed to be looking for some rare treasure, his eyes never leaving it, and the smile on his lips grew increasingly strange.
At first, it was just the corners of her lips turning up, but in the end, her whole face was all scrunched up in a smile, her lips stretched into a rounded arc, and when she smiled, not only were her white teeth visible, but even her gums were clearly visible.
This was her hair, the very hair she had personally cut for him. Besides carrying her scent, the most important thing was the significance of her black hair.
Our bodies and hair are given to us by our parents. Even a strand of hair that we don't feel pain when cut off is extremely important. Even if we can't untie it, the first thing most people would think of is cutting it.
She was the only one who asked him for the dagger, cut off this strand of hair, and gave it to him. He had to examine such an important thing carefully, memorizing the length and color of each strand.
Seeing his smile, Chen Guanxue knew he wouldn't bother her for a while, so she waved to Runxi.
Just as she was feeling a chill from Kangxi's smile, she saw her movements and went over to her, took a thin blanket from the large cabinet and draped it over her. She carefully took off her shoes to make sure no wind could get in before retreating to her previous position.
Kangxi saw their actions, but he was so engrossed in the joy of getting the hair that he didn't look in that direction.
After Chen Guanxue fell asleep, he managed to suppress his excitement, then reached out and opened the purse, intending to put the strand of hair inside.
However, he paused before putting it in, frowned, grasped his hair, took out the dagger from before, and brought his braid in front of him.
He compared the lengths, then untied the braid, picked out a strand of hair that was more than twice the length of a strand in his palm, and cut it off with a dagger. Ignoring the dagger beside him and the untied braid, he simply wrapped her hair with his own strands.
It resembles a calligraphy brush, yet it's arranged with the outer part longer than the inner part.
After making sure her hair was tightly bound, he cut off a section of the yellow rope that was used to tie her hair, held one end in his teeth and the other end in his hand, and tied her hair up tightly.
In ordinary families, couples would cut off a lock of their hair and tie it together when they got married; this is called "tying the couple's hair."
He tied his hair up with a yellow ribbon, a symbol of the emperor, as a promise to protect her for life, not only for him but for the entire Qing Dynasty.
Kangxi happily placed the strands of hair into his purse, then put away the dagger in a good mood. He then personally braided his hair and swayed it behind him, so that not a single strand of hair was missing.
Runxi watched him finish doing all that before gently reaching out to embrace Chen Guanxue, slowly moving her to lean against her shoulder.
This time he didn't touch her hair, but couldn't help kissing the top of her head, smiling with each kiss.
If it weren't for the dragon robe he was wearing, Runxi would have instantly suspected that he was some kind of idiot who had wandered out of nowhere.
Meeting his warning, cold eyes, I abruptly lowered my head and realized, there's no such thing as a fool, no fool is that terrifying.
If we were to use animals as a comparison, it would be like a wolfhound that hides its fangs in front of Chen Guanxue, appearing like a wolfhound but actually being a wolf king.
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