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Du Yuqing rested for a while on the table. She was lying down without moving, making it convenient for Bi Yao to comb her hair. After about two incense sticks of time, Bi Yao finally finished combing her hair. It was a pair of phoenixes chasing after clouds. The hair on top of the hairpin was complicated, elegant, and very beautiful.

"Empress, this servant will give you some rouge