Chu Yuening wiped it gently while secretly admiring her husband's black hair.
Her long, flowing hair was as black as ink and cascaded like a waterfall. Her hair was soft and smooth, and felt like the finest silk.
Most importantly, it is very lush.
No need to worry about hair loss in the future.
After she wiped her black hair until it was half dry, she took a rosewood comb and slowly combed it, while chuckling and praising it.
"A Zheng's hair is really nice, so black and thick."
When Ying Zheng heard his wife's praise, his thin lips curled up slightly, and his narrow and long phoenix eyes raised lazily. At this moment, his black hair was loose, and his facial features were soft, adding a touch of beauty.
He reached out and lifted a strand of her drooping black hair, wrapped it around his slender jade-like knuckles, and gently opened his thin lips.
"Yuening's hair is also extremely beautiful, with clouds and mist-like hair, just like this."
"Of course, I've taken good care of it."
"I don't want to be bald and lose my hair in middle age."
Chu Yuening touched her thick hair, feeling very proud.
In modern times, having thick, black hair is the dream of every bald girl.
However, in ancient times, people all had thick long hair, and no one ever worried about hair loss and baldness.
So, when Ying Zheng heard this new word, he couldn't help but feel a little confused.
"Bald?"
"Yes, many people in later generations have trouble with hair loss and baldness, and some people become bald at a young age."
"Especially men, they easily become bald once they reach middle age. Once a man becomes bald, even the most handsome guy will lose a lot of his appearance..."
Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng silently made up his mind to pay more attention to taking care of his hair in the future.
He doesn't want to be disliked by his wife.
After combing the black hair, Chu Yuening put down the comb, poked the man's handsome face, and teased him in a sweet voice.
"Okay, A Zheng, are you still going to stay here?"
Ying Zheng did not stand up, but put his arms around the woman's waist and buried his head in her soft embrace, greedily feeling her warmth and fragrance.
It was as if he had found a warm harbor that embraced him, and the fatigue of many days slowly dissipated without him noticing.
Seeing this, Chu Yuening did not disturb him, but just gently stroked his black hair with her hand, lowering her eyes to look at him with a gentle gaze as gentle as water, mixed with a hint of heartache.
She knew he was tired.
Conquering the Western Regions is not that easy.
Others only saw the power and prestige of the Qin Dynasty, but were unaware of the pressure and fatigue that A Zheng faced as the ruler of a country.
There were some things she couldn't share with him, so she could only support him silently behind the scenes to make him feel more relaxed.
Ying Zheng seemed to sense his wife's silent concern. He sat up, held her in his arms, and whispered his longing and love to her.
"During this period of time, I also missed Yue Ning."
The low and gentle voice was touching and lingering, as if it had dropped a stone on Chu Yuening, causing ripples to form.
She hugged her husband back, snuggled up to his strong chest, and listened quietly to his pounding heartbeat.
This dance was for her.
Chu Yuening thought sweetly, her beautiful eyes curved into a beautiful crescent shape, and her heart beat faster and faster.
The quiet inner room is dimly lit by candlelight.
The two hugged each other quietly, their heartbeats gradually became in sync, and sweet pink bubbles seemed to be rising in the air.
After a while.
Chu Yuening looked at the man who was hugging her tightly and refused to let go. Besides feeling sweet, she also felt a sense of helplessness.
"Why is A Zheng so clingy? We see each other every day~"
"not enough."
"So, does Ah Zheng want to stick to me all the time?"
Seeing the man's expression change slightly, Chu Yuening chuckled, and stroked his angular face with her bare hands, her eyes tender and affectionate.
Immediately, she tilted her head back slightly, kissed his thin lips hard, and teased him in a deliberately soft voice.
"So A Zheng likes me so much~"
"Well, I thought Yue Ning already knew my feelings."
Ying Zheng looked into his wife Shui Yingying's eyes and replied calmly.
A pair of phoenix eyes seemed to be filled with bright and clear light, calm and bright, filled with deep affection that would last until death.
More than just like?
His rock-hard heart softened for her.
Even a cold-hearted emperor who holds great power and has the power of life and death is nothing more than an ordinary person with emotions and desires in front of his beloved.
Chu Yuening was burned by the burning gaze, and a tide of love surged in her heart.
She couldn't help but throw her arms around her lover's neck, eagerly pecking his cheek while expressing her strong and passionate love.
"A Zheng, have I ever told you that I love you so much?"
The atmosphere suddenly became quiet. The man said nothing, but his gaze became increasingly hot, as hot as the lava erupting from a volcano.
The next moment, the world was spinning.
Before she could come back to her senses, he kissed her quickly, and his great love poured down like heavy snow.
A pair of mandarin ducks sleep together in the quilt, and a branch of pear blossoms overshadows the crabapple.
The spring night is short and the sun rises high, and it seems that it will be bright soon.
It was almost noon when Chu Yuening slowly woke up.
She turned over lazily, but unexpectedly bumped into a warm wall of flesh, and was quietly awakened from her sleep.
She rubbed her misty eyes, looked doubtfully, and then met a pair of gentle and smiling phoenix eyes.
"Hmm? A Zheng?"
"Why are you still here?"
"There's not much official business today, so I'll take a day off."
Ying Zheng looked at his wife's cute little face, his heart softened. He stroked her back gently and explained in a gentle voice.
Hearing this, Chu Yuening nodded in understanding.
She hugged the man's narrow waist, rubbed her cheek against his arms like a spoiled child, and smelled the clear scent of cedar, feeling extremely at ease.
Ying Zheng reached out and touched the little head of the person in his arms, a hint of love and affection appeared in his eyes, and his low and mellow voice was deliberately softened.
"I gave you medicine this morning. Are you still feeling unwell?"
Hearing the man's gentle and considerate concern, Chu Yuening instantly recalled the fierce battle last night.
Her cheeks felt hot and all her sleepiness disappeared.
But when she saw the man's energetic face, her mind suddenly opened up and she questioned him suspiciously.
"Did you ask Yi Yi to teach you some Yin-replenishing Yang technique?"
Otherwise, how could he, who was working hard, be more energetic than her, who was just lying there?
When Ying Zheng heard his wife's strange question, he burst out laughing.
However, looking at her persistent eyes, he answered seriously.
“No.”
"Then why are you so energetic?"
Chu Yuening pinched the man's radiant face, puzzled.
Only then did Ying Zheng understand the hidden meaning of his wife's words.
"Maybe I'm just strong."
He replied seriously, a teasing smile between his eyebrows.
"Yuening is a little thin, it's time to nourish her body."
"How have I lost weight?!"
Chu Yuening raised her eyebrows slightly, and puffed out her chest in defiance to prove it.
She has a perfect figure now, okay?
If she gained a point, she would be too fat; if she lost a point, she would be too thin. Now she has a perfect figure, and she is very satisfied with it.
If you add more, it will be too much.
No matter how old a woman is, she always loves beauty and doesn't want to lose her figure.
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