Her Royal Highness is playing a demon again

Chapter 388

Eunuch Li understood the emperor's thoughts in seconds, nodded, and stepped back, leaving Fu Xueyao standing alone in the palace, watching the emperor's frown, Fu Xueyao pursed her lips and glanced at the rouge on the table.

Annoyed: It's all because she overslept, if she hadn't overslept, the emperor wouldn't have seen her appear in front of outsiders in such an ugly appearance when he woke up.

Annoyance is nothing but annoyance, Fu Xueyao still remembers what she should do.

Taking off the emperor's clothes from the hanger, Fu Xueyao put them on carefully for the emperor, and carefully smoothed every wrinkle on the emperor's clothes, Fu Xueyao bent her mouth in satisfaction.

Looking up, he inadvertently noticed that the emperor's long hair was hanging down, and he looked at him lightly. One second, he was doing relaxed and skillful movements, but the next second, because of the emperor's gaze, he panicked, and inadvertently pulled the other corner of the emperor's clothes hard. A little, a little out of shape.

"Emperor... Your Majesty..." Fu Xueyao was worried that the Emperor would be angry, so she couldn't help calling him with a trembling voice.

The frown on Nan Qi's face never dissipated. When she heard her calling her, she nodded and responded, "Huh?"

Listening to the emperor's tone, Fu Xueyao seemed to have not noticed that the corner of his clothes was being ripped by her for the time being, and helped the emperor to pull it without any trace. Fu Xueyao raised her head and bravely said: "Concubine, let's pull your hair for the emperor!"

The emperor's hair has always been taken care of by the maids, and Fu Xueyao was also afraid that if she could not do it well, she would make the emperor laugh at her, so even though she had practiced countless times in her heart how to do it for the emperor, Fu Xueyao did not dare to say it easily. To help the emperor pull his hair.

This time it was brought up by accident. After Fu Xueyao finished speaking, she had already thought of a thousand and ten thousand reasons why the emperor rejected her. After waiting for a long time, she heard that the emperor did not say a single reason for rejection.

Fu Xueyao couldn't help feeling sorry in her heart, it turned out that she was thinking too much, even if the emperor refused her, he didn't even want to find a reason.

Fu Xueyao took a step back, just about to turn around and ask her maid to come in and tie the emperor's hair when she heard the emperor's faint voice say: "Okay!"

After finishing speaking, the emperor sat down in front of the bronze mirror where she usually dressed.

The emperor's promise was really beyond her expectation, Fu Xueyao didn't know whether to be happy or worried, standing on the same spot with both feet, she became a little cramped.

Sitting in front of the bronze mirror, Nan Qi saw the hesitation and reluctance on Fu Xueyao's face behind her through the bronze mirror. The joy that she offered to help him pull his hair just now disappeared, and Nan Qi frowned. , even a trace of anger appeared in his eyes: "If you don't want to, ask the maid to come in and tie my hair for me."

"No, no, no..." Fu Xueyao immediately got out of her mood, waved her hands nervously, and stood behind the emperor.

Taking a comb from her dressing table, Fu Xueyao combed the smooth hair she wanted to touch the most since she practiced for many years. Live a slight trembling.

Fu Xueyao stretched out her hands to hold the emperor's hair, and held all the hair of the emperor with difficulty, only to find that the days when she practiced silently in her heart was not as fast as an on-site operation and learning, because it was too different from what she imagined. It's different.

I thought that I had finally combed the emperor's hair so that I could put on a crown——

(End of this chapter)