The first time she wore such a long skirt, Su Qingran almost tripped as soon as she raised her foot.

She walked forward with a small step, and she glanced at her dress, feeling a little uncomfortable, "Criminal, is this OK?"

Will she be recognized as a woman by him after she changed into women's clothing?

Murong Che glanced at her clumsy appearance, his eyes drooped, and he fell on the bulging steamed buns on her chest, raising his eyebrows slightly.

Su Qingran noticed his gaze and hurriedly explained, "In order to dress more, I stuffed some cotton."

Murong Che quickly turned his gaze away, "Remember to stuff more points next time."

Su Qingran was stunned for a moment, then she realized what he meant, her cheeks turned slightly red.

This man is indeed a bad person...

As the door creaked open, Bailihe also changed into women's clothing.

Su Qingran looked up and was suddenly amazed for a moment.

I can't believe that the beauty in front of me with red lips and white teeth is Bailihe, the master of Dali Temple.

While she was looking at it, a joke came over, "Han Qing, you have changed into women's clothing, and you are more beautiful than the number one beauty in the imperial capital."

The number one beauty in the imperial capital was Su Qingyu, the eldest daughter of the Su family. This is well-known.

Su Qingran also made fun of her, "You are much more beautiful than me."

Bailihe glanced at the ponytail dragged behind Su Qingran's head and frowned, "Why didn't you tie your hair up?"

"Where can I tie a woman's bun?"

In modern times, Su Qingran was busy with work and tied her ponytails all year round. She didn't know any good-looking braided hair, let alone the complicated buns in ancient times.

"Come here, I'll take your hair away." Bailihe pulled her.

"I didn't expect Baili to be smart and skillful." Su Qingran glanced at Bailihe's hair bun on his head and couldn't help but praise him.

"Ahem..."

Hearing Murong Che's light cough, Bailihe curled his lips slightly invisibly and let go of Su Qingran, "Han Qing, the prince's hair is much better than me, so why not let the prince give you a favor."

"No, just take me, Baili, don't leave..." Su Qingran couldn't help calling him.

Murong Che is a man who is black-bellied and stingy. Just because he took a look at his book, he would cheat her eyes. Will he kindly give her a gift?

"I'll go outside and take a look." Bailihe said as he looked at the purple figure jokingly.

Murong Che glanced at Su Qingran reluctantly as he left Bailihe, his face slightly darkened, "Don't you want this prince to tie his hair?"

Su Qingran stepped forward and flattered, "How could it be that the prince was able to personally win over my hair."

"Since that's the case, come here quickly."

"Okay." Su Qingran held the silk skirt and walked to Murong Che in two steps.

After scanning her eyes, Murong Che felt inexplicably silly.

Raise your hand and pull open the chair in front of you and "Sit down."

Su Qingran felt the man's slender fingers passing through the ink hair, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he was suddenly a little nervous.

This is the first time a man has combed her long hair with her.

Murong Che's movements were very gentle, and his fingertips were circling between his hair, causing a slight itch.

I didn't expect that such a cold man would have such a delicate time.

Su Qing's ink hair was long and dense, and soon a pretty fragrant bun appeared in Murong Che's hands.
Chapter completed!