Chapter Forty-Eight: Dressing Up
Since that night, Li Chongjun has sent supplements every three or five times. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć info Yang Yupei understood what he meant, in the face of his enthusiasm, she was at a loss, and more was uneasy and disturbed. In fact, it was not out of her intention to let him stay overnight that night, the Yang Mansion was pressing, and she couldn't help it......
In the past few days, Yang Yupei deliberately avoided him, and everyone in King Wei's mansion avoided him far away. When she was upset, she didn't want to see anyone.
Fortunately, Li Chongjun came to eat twice and never came to the door again. At this time, the palace began to talk about it, and the princess fell out of favor overnight. looks like a flower and a moon, but that's it!
On this day, the birthday of Princess Taiping congratulated by the Manchu Dynasty.
Yang Yupei did not plan to go to the princess's mansion to attend the birthday banquet, but it was an important day for Jing Ci.
Yang Mansion, Courtyard.
The maids presented more than a dozen clothes of various colors lined up, and on the other side were more than a dozen skirts lined up correspondingly, waiting for the master's selection.
In the inner room, maids such as hairpins and bracelets are waiting quietly, patiently waiting for the master to make up.
These are all people sent by Yang Shouyan.
Jing Ci sat cross-legged on the side of several cases, on the case placed horn comb, wooden grate, lead powder, rouge, eyebrow powder, etc., soft and small shoulders draped in thick satin-like long hair, the green girl knees folded under the buttocks to sit behind Jing Ci, first with a grate, then with a comb, patiently combed her hair, Fang Nian in front of her carefully traced makeup.
"Are you alright?"
"It's coming."
"I said that half an hour ago." Jing Zi pursed his lips and couldn't help but move his body.
"Siniang hold on for a while."
Fang Nian comforted her active master, "The fourth lady is dressed up beautifully, and she will definitely be able to overwhelm the crowd." ā
Jing Ci chuckled, "It's not the six palaces competing for favor, why do you need to be enchanting, it's just a birthday banquet, just dress up decently." ā
"The eldest lady has sent so many people, the slave and maid dare not despise it."
After nearly half an hour, it was finally picked up.
Jing Ci was helped up by the two, and moved his feet that had been numb from sitting early, sighing that this was really enough to toss.
The maids who had been waiting for a long time slowly walked over with all kinds of gorgeous clothes, stopping on the left and right sides of Jing Ci, lined up vertically, forming a narrow aisle.
"Left dress and right skirt, please choose from the four ladies."
Jing Ci walked and pretended to look at it a few times, and with a casual finger in both hands, the tips of the left and right fingers fell on the beige shirt and dark purple skirt.
The mother-in-law who led the team took a closer look, and her brows were faintly furrowed, "Fourth lady, this seems to be a little inappropriate, the beige clothes and dark purple skirt ......"
"Then this one." Jing Ci pointed to another blue skirt embroidered with golden crucian carp.
The mother-in-law glanced at it several times before she nodded with satisfaction, which is quite a bit of a match, in line with the temperament of the fourth lady.
Immediately after that, he put on and wore it for half an hour.
Finally finished cooking everything, Jing Ci walked out of the door accompanied by Fang Nian and the young girl.
Leaving the house, several carriages stopped outside and had been waiting for a long time.
The servant led them to one of the carriages, and just as it happened, a shadow was carried out of the house by the maid. Jing Ci turned around, and couldn't help but shine in front of her, beautiful and refined, with a dusty temperament, like a hibiscus out of water, a good noblewoman.
"Third sister, you are so beautiful today." Jing Ci sighed from the bottom of his heart.
A warm smile bloomed on Yang Weiwei's face, "It's nothing more than a hasty dress-up, just be comfortable." Today's protagonist is you, come, I'll take a look......" Yang Weiwei pulled Jing Ci up and down, nodded with satisfaction, and took a bite "Very good, very good." ā
The beige white clothes and the blue skirt of the golden crucian carp, the makeup is elegant and exquisite, playful and smart, and elegant, which is just in line with the liveliness of this age and has everyone's style.
After a while, Yang Shouyan and Li Chen also came out. Everyone had their own carriages, and Jing Ci wanted to talk more to Yang Weixiao, so she got into Yang Weixiao's carriage.
Ready, with the coachman's "drive-" carriage on the wide avenue, steady forward.
"There will be a lot of princes and nobles, talented and pretty men today, Siniang should pay more attention." Fang Nian whispered a low laugh in Jing Ci's ear.
Jing Ci was clever, turned around and pretended to pat the unserious maid a few times, "You dead slave, what do you want." ā
"I just told the master to pay more attention, but I didn't say anything, it's the master who will be wrong, hehehehe......"
Jing Ci stretched out his five fingers and kept scratching her, "Let you quibble!" Call you quibble! ā
"Ahaha-" Fang Nian itched and turned around, avoiding it, begging for mercy again and again, "Wrong, wrong, the slave knows it's wrong-"
"Go aside." Jing Ci is not angry.
Fang Nian sat down with the young girl knowingly.
Jing Ci got up and sat next to Yang Weixiao, with a quippy face, "It's the third sister, it's time to pay attention." ā
"The upper line and the lower effect, the slave and maid are not serious, it turns out that you are the master's teacher, and you should really be punished." Yang Weiwei was angry and laughed.
Jing Ci chuckled and asked in a low voice, "Does the third sister have a favorite Langjun?" ā
"Dare to come here, come here...... Hu Lai ...... "Yang Weiwei stretched out her "paws" to Jing Ci's soft body and tickled wantonly.
"Ahhh......h
The carriage drove to Suzaku Street, and the sound of carriages around it became more and more loud, and it passed through the entire spacious street and went straight to Xingdaofang, which was close to the north of the city.
The carriage finally stopped at the ten zhang of Princess Taiping's Mansion that opened the door in Linfang, and there were already many people who were getting off the car in front of it. It is still ten zhang away from the main gate, and it is full of people, bustling, and congratulatory voices.
After a while, the carriage slowly drove up again, and it was not until it reached the gate of the mansion that I heard a "huh-"
Several people got out of the car, chattering, shocked by the scene in front of them. The janitor was at the front to review the invitations, and a few steps ahead were flanked by mountains of congratulatory gifts, bright red and shining, piling up the entire door, leaving only a small aisle.
The butler stood in front of the door, greeted the guests, smiled, and said, "Rejoice and rejoice, please-"
A few little guys went in and out, constantly moving the bright red birthday gifts in, sweating profusely, but they were never as fast as the little ones who gave the gifts.
What a city.
"What's wrong?" Yang Weixiao looked at her.
Jing Ci looked at the scene in front of him and looked puzzled, "Even if all the officials of the DPRK and China come to congratulate, the number of gifts will not be so huge, right?" ā
"It's not just the officials who come to congratulate, but more people who can't even get in." Yang Weiwei has long been surprised by the current atmosphere in Chang'an.
"Someone who can't even get through the door? Who is it? ā
"Someone who is seeking office."
"Don't lie." A cold voice sounded from the side.
Jing Ci and Yang Weiwei were both stunned, and when they looked up, they saw Yang Shouyan who was smiling properly, and Fang Cai's cold tone didn't seem like it came out of this soft and decent face.
"Yo-Mrs. Yang is here-" The housekeeper recognized Yang Shouyan at a glance, and stepped forward to greet him with a smile