She laughed, slowly stood up from the front of the desk, and walked towards him.

There was a bright and bright smile on her face. Ning Nanyou turned his eyes and couldn't help looking at her again. Unexpectedly, she had already walked in front of her and looked at each other at close range, her smile became even sweeter and more charming.

It suddenly became integrated into his heart.

Ning Nanyou stared at her in a daze, and murmured involuntarily: "A little charm among the flowers is amazing, the beautiful city."

Jiang Chengjia hadn't heard what he said clearly, so he leaned over and said, "Erlang? What did you say?"

Ning Nanyou recovered from his senses, a gentle smile slung on the corner of his mouth, and reached out to rub her head and said, "Aluo, you are so beautiful today."

He was not very good at praising others, and he was just a few dry sentences when praising them. He was not very good at saying those sour poems.

But Jiang Chengjia felt that this was the most beautiful words.

She bent her eyebrows and smiled and said, "I have never put on makeup on my forehead. Erlang waits for me for a while, and I'll come right away."

As she was talking, she turned around and continued to sit in front of the desk, facing the bronze mirror, holding a pen to prepare makeup on the forehead.

Ning Nanyou followed in and said, "What is makeup on your forehead?"

Jiang Chengjia said: "It is a popular brow makeup among women. Flowers are used to put on the forehead, and the forehead makeup is made of the forehead... It is said that when the Empress of the City first married into the palace, His Majesty personally ordered the forehead makeup for her, and this makeup has spread to the people. It has been very popular in the past two years. Today is New Year's Eve. When I went to worship my mother and grandmother in the afternoon, I saw that they had makeup on their foreheads. Then I remembered that there seemed to be such a custom in the New Year holiday, which would wash away all the makeup and make the couple's life more happy next year."

She said to herself, Ning Nanyou looked at her with a burning gaze, and smiled slightly, "If this is the case, I should also put on makeup for you like the emperor's brother... Isn't this makeup required your husband to put on makeup for his wife and children to pray for a smooth life in the coming year and a happy life for the couple?"

When Jiang Chengjia heard what he said, he was stunned, and then smiled and said, "Can you?"

Ning Nanyou snorted, "Although my painting skills have never been shown in front of others, it is not known, but... I was the one who studied under Dou Xunen, the number one talented man in Chang'an back then. Dou Xunen is Ziyu's third uncle. His painting skills are the best in the world. Although I have only had a year of teacher-student friendship with him, he treats me very well. I like him very much... He taught all his knowledge. Therefore... I have practiced hard since I was a child, and although the painter is not top-notch, he must not be inferior to my royal brother."

Seeing that he said so much in front of him, Jiang Chengjia couldn't help but feel a little funny and nodded, "Who is praising me like this? Are you embarrassed? Since that's the case...you draw for me..."

Ning Nanyou sat next to her with great enthusiasm, picked up the pen and asked, "What kind of tricks does Aluo want?"

Seeing that he looked happy, Jiang Chengjia said gently: "Can Erlang draw crabapple flowers?"

The young man in front of him was stunned and said, "Let the Shanghai Tanghua between his forehead?"

She nodded and said, "Haitang is the flower of love between you and me... If you put on this makeup, you will probably be the best way to pray for harmony between husband and wife in the coming year."

The young man moved slightly in his heart and said, "Aluo, don't worry. If you don't abandon me in this life, I will join hands with you..."

Jiang Chengjia nodded, turned around and sat next to him, allowing him to put on his forehead with a pen and put on makeup.

Ning Nanyou took out great seriousness and carefulness, held the pen in his hand, and put a pen on her snow-white forehead.

The young man's serious and careful appearance seemed to have some special attraction. She stared at him, her mouth slightly raised, and her heart was filled with sweetness.

Later, when everything was settled, Jiang Chengjia once thought how great it would be if they could stay in this moment.

But these are all later stories. Jiang Chengjia never thought that this was just a brief happiness.

Ning Nanyou pursed the corners of his lips, and the smile on his lips became deeper and deeper.

Jiang Chengjia fell into his tenderness and felt unable to extricate himself.

After a moment, the young man in front of him finally breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's done! Look at the mirror?"

She smiled and said, "Okay."

Then he turned around and looked at the bronze mirror. He saw a lifelike begonia blooming on her forehead in the bronze mirror. It was small and exquisite, which made her makeup, which was not originally thick and gorgeous, add a touch of beauty.

She felt a little surprised and said happily: "Erlang's craftsmanship is actually better than His Majesty back then? This crabapple seems to be blooming on my forehead..."

Ning Nanyou heard her praise and felt a little proud, but he had never shown it on his face.

He said pamperingly: "In the future...I will describe your forehead makeup for a lifetime..."

A sweet smile flew out from Jiang Chengjia's red face, like a soft light rippling in his heart.

Ning Nanyou looked at her, and gradually became fascinated. He leaned over and took the exam to her. His slender and broad palms slowly climbed up to her waist, and gave a little force, then hugged her in his arms.

Jiang Chengjia exclaimed and said coquettishly: "What are you doing?"

He raised the corners of his lips and leaned her forward.

Jiang Chengjia slid from his knees to his waist and hips, hugged his neck and shoulders in an extremely inelegant way, and suddenly felt something was wrong. The little face of the rouge-smudged light powder suddenly turned red like a fire.

She bit her lip and lowered her head, and her thick eyelashes fell and trembled slightly.

Ning Nanyou tried his best and had no support from his hands. He stood up directly from the cushion pad, dragged her with both hands, and slowly headed towards the couch.

Jiang Chengjia said in a little panic: "Erlang, Grandma and Mother are waiting in the hall... Besides, I can't do this now..."

Ning Nanyou didn't answer, and gently put her on the bed, pulled the curtain on her mouth, and whispered in her ear: "Grandma and mother still have to wait for a while before going to the hall... It doesn't matter."

She stammered and said, "But... I'm the one who changed my clothes."

He bent his lips and smiled, his deep eyes seemed to have infinite attraction, which unknowingly charmed her heart.

Jiang Chengjia suddenly felt that his tongue was tied to a knot and could not say anything.

He slowly kissed her cheeks all the way, chewing her lips lightly, and carefully licking the tip of his tongue between her lips.

A numb and drunken feeling slipped from her lips to the bottom of her heart.

The two shadows in the tent were motivated, and the two were immersed in a passionate love, deeply and uncontrollable.

However, when he took the last step, Ning Nanyou slowly stopped. Beads of sweat oozing from the heat hung on his naked chest, and followed his low and thick panting back and forth. He lay down flat and leaned against Gao Yu's pillow and was covered in sweat.

Jiang Chengjia was hooked by his kiss, and was drowsy and obsessed.

Ning Nanyou stroked his forehead, his eyebrows frowned into a ravine, trying to restrain his impulse, but the fire ignited in his bones was hard to eliminate, and he felt extremely painful.

Jiang Chengjia gasped for a few moments, and the confusion in front of her gradually eased. She turned her body slightly and looked at the young man beside her. Seeing his eyes closed tightly and gritting his teeth to suppress him, she felt a little distressed.

She knew that Ning Nan was enduring hard, so she blushed and leaned towards him, slowly climbed down with a slender hand, and whispered in his ear.

The man turned around in surprise, faced her, looking at her ashamed to look at her, and felt a little funny, grabbed her little hand that was moving downwards, and said with silence: "It's okay, I'll do it myself."

He fell a kiss between her forehead and gently coaxed: "Today this is enough."

Ning Nanyou stood up and looked at the couch. The wide-sleeved skirt of Jiang Chengjia's body that had been pressed out of countless folds by them. He said helplessly: "It's just... A Luo needs another set of clothes..."

Jiang Chengjia also looked down at the Liuxian skirt that was pressed under her, and she looked at the creases on her head, and she was also a little amused and confused.

Ning Nanyou wore a layer of gauze, bent his legs and stepped down from the couch, and ran directly to the bathroom next to the bedroom.

Jiang Chengjia leaned against the bed and rested for a long time before picking up her clothes and sitting in front of the bronze mirror again. At this moment, her carefully painted makeup was a little dizzy with sweat, and her combed bun was also messy. She was pulled out of her inner clothes and middle clothes, and she might change it again.

She didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but could only do it step by step. As the sky outside became darker and darker, she became a little anxious. So she quickly re-took the bronze mirror.

On this side, as soon as Ning Nanyou entered the bathroom, he put three or four buckets of water from the water tank placed beside him and poured them into the bathtub. Then he took off his gauze dress and entered the cold and cold water.

The cold and cold water made the heat in his body fade away quickly.

He frowned, closed his eyes, and endured the unbearable torture of his lower abdomen. It took him a long time to calm down.

But this bubble made the coldness seep into his knees, and he felt the soreness and pain in his legs and knees.

Ning Nanyou endured the discomfort, wrapped a scarf, wiped it a few times, stood up, and stepped out of the bathtub.

Jiang Chengjia outside had finished packing up. Seeing that Ning Nanyou who had gone to the bathroom room had not yet come out, he felt a little worried. So he quietly entered the room from the small door and saw the scene where he was squatting bead curtains holding his knees and leaning against the bathtub. He immediately became nervous, rushed over and squatted beside him and said, "What's wrong? Are you having a leg severity?"

Ning Nanyou lowered his head, forced himself to stand up with the bathtub, and smiled at her and said, "It's just a little pain. It's okay."

Jiang Chengjia said strangely: "You have never had leg disease these days, so why did you suddenly attack today?"

She carefully supported Ning Nanyou and stood up, accidentally seeing the water in the bathtub beside her. Then she noticed that the fog in the bathroom was not as swaying as usual. Yu Si reached out to touch the water temperature in the bucket, and was startled by its cold coldness and said: "Ah! The water is so cold? This winter... Although Linhe is not as cold as Luoyang, it is still cold at night. If you bathe with such cold water, your knees will naturally be hurt!"
Chapter completed!