Number 1 Scandalous Queen

Lu Hualiang was dumbfounded at the bun that was pulled out with just a comb.

Xia Weibao was also stunned.

how is this possible!

She turned around abruptly, with surprise and joy on her face, "How do you...how could this happen?"

The heart is pounding, this craft has been lost for a long time, not even she can.

Back then, her hair bun was contracted by Emperor Xia Liang, and she barely combed her hair.

Today’s set makeup on the set was drawn by her from memory, and the stylist used all kinds of hairpins to create it.

He actually got it out with just a comb!

This is definitely something Xia Liang emperor can do!

Xia Weibao was very excited, with an uncertain thought in his heart, did he... remember it?

Her emperor, do you think of her?

Lu Hualiang met her gaze, unable to explain.

He didn't know how to make her hair like this.

Seeing the confusion in his eyes, the light in Xia Weibao's eyes suddenly dimmed a bit.

With this expression, he himself didn't know what was going on.

"Who am I?" she asked nervously.

Lu Hualiang, "..."

"Wife, who do you say you are."

Xia Weibao was a little disappointed. I really didn't remember this reaction.

Looking in the mirror with complicated mood, the two figures look so harmonious.

She believed that his situation was only temporary, and he had memories before, and it was impossible for him to not have it in this life.

Maybe... Maybe it's just too long, he forgot...

I will remember one day, isn't it a good phenomenon now?

Even if he doesn't remember what happened between them, some instincts are so profound.

"I'll wait for you to remember." Xia Weibao whispered.

She has a hunch that that day will not be too far.

"What did you say?" Lu Hualiang did not hear clearly.

"Nothing, the hair bun is so beautiful."

Lu Hualiang's eyes darkened, she was hiding something from him.

No one mentioned the updo anymore. When Xia Weibao remembered it, Lu Hualiang himself couldn't figure out why.

"Wife, do you believe in the past and the present."

Xia Weibao was lying on the bed in a daze, hearing a man's voice in her ears.

She was so sleepy that she drilled into his arms.

Lu Hualiang looked at the woman who looked like a kitten in her arms, thinking she was already asleep and would not answer.

However, after a while, the girl's dream-like voice did not sound clearly.

"Believe, you are my past and present life."

After finishing speaking, he fell asleep fast.

Lu Hualiang slowly tightened the arms that held her, and the corners of his mouth were soft.

The golden glazed tiles shone dazzlingly in the sun, the gongs and drums shook the sky, and the festive band played the sound of Luan and Phoenix.

The red carpet can't see the end at a glance, and extends into the magnificent Golden Luan Hall. On the golden lacquered dragon throne sits a king who is watching the world.

The five-clawed golden dragon outlined by the golden thread on the red dragon robe is rampant, and the bright yellow and red are intertwined, and the majesty reveals endless joy.

The man sat on the dragon chair symbolizing the pinnacle of power, looking down at the common people.

His gaze, ignoring the hundreds of civil and military officials waiting in the hall, always stared at the woman who was walking slowly in on the red carpet.

The woman is dressed in a red wedding dress, and her exquisite embroidery skills woven gold and silver threads into a phoenix with wings spread out.

The beaded crown pulls her hair, and the golden steps fall down from the phoenix crown. The woman's skin is as white as snow, and her face is like a flower.

"Queen..."

The man in the hall, who was gazing at the world, whispered this title softly, and the always cold silhouette melted like snow at that moment.