Chapter 596: Comb all the way to the end

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read2();　　In the middle of Daxia, in a corner of a teahouse in a small city, since the sun sets, and then the bright moon rises, neither figure sits up and leaves.
The guests in the teahouse walked by wave after wave, and then the smoke from the dinner was curled up. The middle-aged showcase and a young shopkeeper were holding their bowls, watching this motionlessly and looking northeast. The weird duo.
Even if the night is late, the teahouse is already closed, and they dare not to intrude in the past. The imposing manner that Princess Wu in a white palace dress inadvertently releases is pressing the poor teahouse shopkeeper and the second child. Out of breath, I dared to wait eagerly.
　　 I don’t know how long it took, the middle-aged Taoist priest and the palace-dressed woman at the tea table simultaneously retracted their eyes from the northeast, and then Princess Wu’s majestic and cold voice faintly sounded:
　　 "Unexpectedly, the world's most indifferent and ruthless God would compromise with Yuer?"
　　The middle-aged Taoist priest raised the teapot and filled the cup in front of him with a cup. Then, regardless of the fact that the tea in the cup was already cold, he drank it straight away, and then a mellow voice of vicissitudes of life came out:
"Because Tiandao is also short of people now, it is estimated that at this time Tiandao will definitely feel that my son-in-law is more troublesome than Zao Wou-ki at the time, and since ancient times, the emperor and the heavens, from some perspectives, are Where there is a conflict, the core of both is control, but there is often only one voice in the world."
　　 Saying here, the middle-aged Taoist paused for a moment, and continued to pour a cup of tea, as if thinking about whether to continue talking, and finally he glanced at the incomparably beautiful Empress Wu with phoenix eyebrows rising to the sky, and then he spoke again:
"Since you are only a little bit close, then you can slowly get in touch with some things. Heaven has always been aloof, controlling all the laws of the entire Shenzhou vast land, while the general emperor is in charge of the red dust of a country. There are too many differences in heights, so there is not much overlap, but once a dynasty is extremely powerful, the situation becomes more subtle."
　　 Princess Wu, who was fluttering in white, nodded slightly, and then spoke:
　　 "You mean that in Tiandao's eyes, the weight of Yuer, the Lord of Great Xia, is already extremely heavy."
　　 "That's natural!"
　　The middle-aged Taoist Lu Yu patted his hands lightly, then narrowed his eyes, and then the faint solemn voice continued:
"Since Zao Wou-ki smashed the map of mountains and seas, the Lord of Great Xia's weight has not been underestimated. On the vast land of China, the most intolerable thing in the heavens, you know that it is this map of mountains and seas with your eyes closed. It is simply a growing little heaven!"
After he finished speaking, the middle-aged Taoist stood up slowly, carefully took out a bulging money bag from his chest, painfully took out some broken silver and placed it on the tea table, then patted his and strode towards the distance. Go, only a faint voice lingered in the ears of the palace-dressed woman.
"There are three people in the world, gods, sages, and immortals, who can be equal to the Tao, but there is no emperor. Because neither the emperor nor the heaven is willing to succumb to people, only the stronger of the two can live! "
　　 As soon as the words came out, Princess Wu Zhao Xiu's eyes widened, and there seemed to be a thunder in the depths of the sea, and she could not speak for a long time.
　　 Northwest of Great Xia, Shenjing City, the north wind howls after nightfall.
The cold wind in the northwest after the winter is like a sharp blade. Once it hits a person, it is extremely painful. Therefore, in the streets and alleys of the world's most powerful city, all the pedestrians go home, only some sporadic carriages. Shuttle on various avenues.
The destinations of these carriages are surprisingly consistent, allowing the wealthy people in the capital to rush to the place quickly in this cold winter, ignoring the howling cold wind. It is the flower boat Xiaojin cave on the six banks of the Three Rivers. After all, a gentle town can dispel all cold.
　　 is located in the Baidi Palace in the center of the capital city. There is a large hall that is brightly lit. Rows of candles in the hall are burning together, releasing a bright and dazzling light, even brighter than the day.
The Imperial Palace of Zhao Yu descended on the shore of the Giant Sea to fight, so whether it was the summer palace or the imperial garden, it suddenly became extremely deserted, and the brightly lit Lingbo Palace naturally became the most popular place in the entire White Emperor Palace. In the side hall beside the entrance of Guangguang this hall, there are more than twenty court ladies waiting for a break.
　　 Rouge, as the mother of Daxia, is kind and unwilling to wait in the cold wind for the maids who came with her, so she arranged for them to go to the side hall to rest, and step into the Lingbo Hall alone to accompany the old lady.
　　 But in the brightly lit main hall of Lingbo Hall, there are only some maids who are responsible for serving, and there is no figure of the most noble old man and girl in the summer. At the same time, the old queen's voice faintly spread from the inner hall:
　　 "Rouge, you come to sit down in front of this bronze mirror, old man, I will comb your hair for you today. When you and Yuer got married, it coincided with the enthronement ceremony, so it did not take place. I really wronged you."
　　 The inner hall of Lingbo Hall is still as simple as before, and it is not as brightly lit as the outer hall, only a lamp on the bedside emits an orange light.
　　 The old lady's face was surprisingly good today. She stood in front of a bronze mirror, raised her hand and gently patted the dressing table beside her, looking at a young girl standing in the room with a hint of apology.
Under the soft light, Rouge's white and ruddy cheeks are more attractive, like a bright and dripping fruit, condensing the infinite beauty and vitality of the girl. Hearing the words of the old lady, Rouge waved his hand. , A little angrily said:
　　 "Grandma, Rouge doesn't feel aggrieved at all, and you should rest more. Just leave it to the maid to comb your hair."
After 　　's voice fell, the old lady waved forward and insisted:
　　 "Old man, I'm rarely interested today, come sit down."
In the end, the rouge still couldn't squeeze the old lady, she walked slowly to the bronze mirror and sat down, and then reflected in the bronze mirror a pretty face that could be broken by a bomb. The old lady untied the hair knot on the rouge's head, suddenly thick and black. The black hair spreads backwards like a waterfall.
The old lady smiled kindly, picked up a wooden comb, and gently slid straight up from the middle of the hair to the head, and then slowly erected it from the head to the end. The black hair was immediately submissive, and then the old man gently 'S voice sounded:
　　 "One comb, the end is negligible, the children and grandchildren will never worry, the second comb, the end, the husband and wife are affectionate, with white hair and eyebrows."
After 　　 combed, the old lady carefully looked at the rouge face in the bronze mirror, brought her head close to the latter’s ear, and exclaimed:
　　 "Our rouge is so beautiful!"
　　 Rouge flushed his cheeks directly, and the entire Lingbo Inner Hall was filled with a very nice floral fragrance!
　　 After a long time, it was late at night, and the rouge with black hair retired, leaving only the old lady in the whole inner hall.
　　 Then the old man sat in front of the bed and looked at the unextinguishable lamp in front of him. His eyes were a little muddy, but they were very firm. He smelled the fragrance of the flowers in the temple, as if talking to himself, and as if talking to the light in front of him:
　　 "The Taoist priest Lu Yu told his concubine that rouge was transformed into one day per year, and he could only live 22 years old, but in any case, the concubine must keep the child's life alive. Are you right, your majesty?"