The Queen sealed her heart and locked up her love, and the Emperor was trapped in the crematorium

Xie Yaoqing was a person who, even if he was extremely drunk, even if he was dizzy and his consciousness was blurred, as long as he woke up the next day, he would always remember most of what happened the night before.

Unlike some people, once they get drunk, their brains become like mush and they can't remember anything at all.

Therefore, Xie Yaoqing knew very well what she said and did last night, so she would not vent her anger on Xiao Chengxu.

Because if you think about it carefully, she should be blamed. Who told her to be blinded by desire and unable to control herself?

It is true that lust is a sword hanging over your head, and every sword is deadly.

Xie Yaoqing felt a slight headache. He rubbed his temples lightly, pinched his eyebrows, and thought calmly about how to deal with the current chaotic situation.

But on second thought, she felt that there seemed no need to deal with it and there was nothing to worry about.

After all, it was a mutual agreement, not just hers. Xiao Chengxu was not forced, and they were also husband and wife. There was nothing wrong with it in terms of emotion and reason. Everything was just a natural outcome.

People always make mistakes sometimes. It is impossible to stay sober all the time. It is normal to indulge oneself occasionally.

Thinking of this, Xie Yaoqing retracted his gaze as if nothing had happened, raised his foot and kicked Xiao Chengxu, and said lightly: "Get out of the way."

Knowing that Xie Yaoqing was about to get up and wash, Xiao Chengxu was the first to get out of bed and make room for her. Then the palace maids who had been waiting outside came in one after another, some serving Xie Yaoqing and some serving Xiao Chengxu.

Xie Yaoqing sat in front of the dressing table with her eyes half closed.

The feeling on her face was different from usual. Xie Yaoqing opened her eyes in confusion and saw from the mirror that the person standing behind her, slightly bending over, was Xiao Chengxu, holding an eyebrow-drawing inkstone in his hand, apparently intending to draw her eyebrows.

Xie Yaoqing immediately curled her lips in disgust.

"Your Majesty, are you planning to embarrass me?"

She knew Xiao Chengxu's eyebrow-drawing skills, which could only be described as unsightly.

When the time comes, will Xiao Chengxu be embarrassed with crooked eyebrows that look like two caterpillars? It will be her.

He doesn't have the skills, but he still wants to do the job. How come Xiao Chengxu doesn't have any self-awareness?

Xiao Chengxu looked normal, with a faint smile on his face, "Don't worry, Qingqing, I won't ruin your makeup today."

Xie Yaoqing sneered unceremoniously, his eyes full of suspicion.

She really found it hard to believe Xiao Chengxu. He must be telling the truth in some of his words. He must be fooling her.

However, Xiao Chengxu's repeated assurances and his solemn look finally wavered Xie Yaoqing into allowing him to draw her eyebrows.

It doesn’t matter if the painting is not good. At worst, I can ask Zhiyu to draw it again.

She wanted to see if Xiao Chengxu was really as skilled as he said, with his unique experience in drawing eyebrows.

After getting Xie Yaoqing's tacit consent, Xiao Chengxu reached out and gently held Xie Yaoqing's face, lifted it slightly, and then began to draw it carefully and meticulously.

After a moment, Xie Yaoqing looked at her face carefully in the mirror, with satisfaction in her eyes.

Her originally plain eyebrows have now become curved and thin, like willow leaves, adding a touch of grace and softness to her face.

Not bad. Xiao Chengxu didn't brag or lie this time. Instead, he spoke the truth. The willow-leaf eyebrows he created are indeed pretty good.

Xie Yaoqing slowly turned her head, raised her eyebrows slightly, and cast a cold gaze at Xiao Chengxu, with a cold expression on her face.

This made Xiao Chengxu feel uneasy.

Xiao Chengxu asked nervously, "Is it not good? Qingqing, you don't like it?"

This shouldn't be the case. It looks pretty good.

Did I mess up again?

Xiao Chengxu lowered his eyes in disappointment, sighed secretly in his heart, and his mood suddenly became depressed.

Xie Yaoqing neither nodded nor shook her head, but just looked at Xiao Chengxu quietly without saying anything.

It was not until Xiao Chengxu showed obvious disappointment on his face that she said indifferently, "It's okay."

Although it is not perfect, it does have its merits.

but……

When did Xiao Chengxu acquire the skill of drawing eyebrows?

It was obviously not like this before. The eyebrows were drawn twisted and twisted, which was really unbearable to look at.

To this day, Xie Yaoqing still remembers the first time Xiao Chengxu drew her eyebrows. It was so horrible. When Zhiyu and the others saw it, they couldn't help laughing, but they couldn't laugh out loud. They tried to hold it back so hard that their faces turned red. Every one of them was trying to hold back their laughter.

And she didn't know how she got bewitched and actually believed what Xiao Chengxu said, thinking that he put on makeup very well. She didn't even look in the mirror to confirm her makeup. She naively thought that everything was perfect. It was not until she noticed the unusual reactions of Zhiyu and others that she began to doubt Xiao Chengxu.

It was also because of that tragic experience that Xie Yaoqing lost face. Although she did not go anywhere that day, did not leave the house, and no outsiders saw her, and only a few of her closest maids saw her ugly appearance, Xie Yaoqing always felt resentful and took a heavy responsibility against Xiao Chengxu. From then on, she never let Xiao Chengxu draw her eyebrows again.

Thinking about it now, that was all a long time ago, probably when we had just gotten married. It seems so far away, as if it were a lifetime ago.

But it can indeed be said that it seems like a lifetime ago. For Xie Yaoqing, who has memories of his past life, isn't it very far away? It has been twelve or thirteen years. A person's life is only about a hundred years at most, which is only seven or eight twelve or thirteen years.