Murong in February, Nangong in September

That year, we first met in the palace, She is seven and he is ten. The first time they met, he cut her hair and she stepped on his flowers. The second time they met, he ruined her clothes and she spilled his tea. The third time, the fourth time... The tenth time... Until, the emperor issued an imperial decree and brought them together. In a rage, she approached him and asked, "Is this the marriage you proposed to the emperor?" But he held her beautiful hand and said with a smile: "Of course it's me." From then on, she began to hate him, Wedding night, A touch of smoke and light ink entered the palace for her, On the roof where there should have been gasps, two people who should not have bumped into each other appeared. A few years later, he put a phoenix crown on her, The two recalled their childhood: "Why did you cut my hair and ruin my clothes?" There was a lot of jealousy in his eyes: "If you don't cut your hair, how can you braid that concentric knot? And if you are so beautiful in it, who will show it to you?" She blushed with embarrassment, her phoenix crown slid down, and in an instant, her black hair, which she hadn't cut since she was seven years old, poured down, all for you.