Chapter 0025 – Crowning Ceremony (1 / 2)

“No no no, this hair bun is still a bit frivolous, quickly remove it and replace it with a different one!”

“Yes.” Fragrant Capsule lowered her eyebrows, somewhat helplessly removing Xie Jialong’s hair bun for her once again.

She was already removing Xie Jialong’s hair bun for the eleventh time today.

After returning to her room that day, Xie Jialong seemed to be obsessed, on her own in Chen Zi’an crown ceremony on the dress up twelve heart. And because Xiang Capsicum in the Hundred Flowers House served the red girl for several years, will dozens of kinds of fashionable hair bun, then let Xiang Capsicum for her over and over again coiffure.

Xiang Capsicum’s handiwork wasn’t bad, but Xie Jialong couldn’t get enough of it.

A moment to say this is too dignified, a moment to say that is too mediocre and uninteresting, a moment to say that this is too frivolous so over and over again toss, spare the fragrance capsule in the physical strength is already better than the next person, so successive combing and dressing for a few hours, is still a little bit can not stand.

She can’t be allowed to go on like this, Shampoo Capsicum thought darkly.

“It suddenly occurred to the slave girl that there is a hair bun from the previous dynasty that happens to be suitable for the eldest young granny to attend the second young master’s crown ceremony.”

“Then don’t get your hands dirty!”

Once again, Xiang Capsicum quickly helped Xie Jialong pull up her hair. Seeing her hands flying, she divided her hair into several strands, then interlocked and twisted them around each other, plopping them on top of her head or on both sides of her head, but it took an incense stick of work to be ready.

Xie Jialong take a look in the mirror, hair bun without a trace of superfluous, like a goose spreading its wings to fly, very satisfied. But after looking for a while, I feel that this bun is a little too dignified.

Before Xie Jialong could say anything, Xiang Cui leisurely said: “Madam, this bun is the result of the slave girl’s own research, looking at the drawings. Last time, when the second young master and the eldest young master talked about the past dynasties, the slave girl listened to the side of an ear, and heard the second young master mentioned that the swan buns of the past dynasties could best reflect a woman’s style, so the slave girl paid attention to it, and thought of learning it to add color to your wife’s face.”

Xiang Capsicum intentionally said the words “second young master” very heavily, and Xie Jialong’s face really improved.

“Erlang is knowledgeable and has won the Xiu Cai at a young age, so he is naturally right.” Xie Jialong’s eyes shone with a strange color: “That day, you will be the one to comb this hair bun for me.”

Shampoo Capsicum breathed a secret sigh of relief.

It wasn’t long before Xie Jialong asked again in a frenzy, “Meixiang, what about the birthday gift for Erlang? Look again to see if there’s anything you can add!”

“Back to Great Young Grandmother, it’s all here. According to your wishes, it’s all decorated with the finest literary treasures, as well as the piece of Hui ink that you couldn’t afford to use.”

Xie Jialong repeatedly confirmed, especially suspected of insufficiency: “Add a pair of jade jade, to be the best kind, you go to my dowry to pick!”

Xiang Capsicum stood in the corner, watching Xie Jialong make such a big deal out of it.

But not a moment later, she felt a little sad again.

Regardless, Xie Jialong could still offer a congratulatory gift to her brother-in-law in a dignified manner, but she could only look at him from afar and send a congratulatory message.

It should have been like this, a noble man like him should never get too involved with a lowly person like her.

In the midst of all the attention, Chen Zian’s crown ceremony finally arrived.

In the winter afternoon, the sunlight slanting, the courtyard of the Chen Mansion was covered with charcoal fires, warm, the guests to and fro were actually not less than the birthday banquet of Master Chen, for a time, the large Chen Mansion, everywhere was filled with the sound of laughter.

Chen Zian, dressed in a brand new basalt-colored dark coat, his eyebrows revealing a youthful heroism, stood in the center of the main hall, flanked by the elders of the Chen Clan and their relatives and friends. His master, Duke Li, who already had gray hair, stood silently in front of the hall with a burning gaze, ready to crown his beloved disciple.

The maids at the bottom couldn’t help but cross their fingers.

“Have you heard? Our second young master’s teacher, Lord Li, was previously the Crown Prince’s young master!”

“Sister, what is Shao Fu?”