Miss Liu barely returned to normal.

At least, there is no vulgarity of eating melon seeds, no bad habit of shaking legs, just sitting in front of the bookcase, and I don't know if the book is reversed.

"Alas...... Miss is still lively and playful, looking at it like this, stupid ......" The bell lifted the curtain with one hand and walked in with the other hand with the tray, and put a cup of tea and a pastry next to the desk: "Miss, you just ate some food yesterday morning, eat a little, don't spoil your body." ”

She let out a lukewarm "um".

He moved sideways, his hand resting under the desk.

"Tell me something funny." Before he could start speaking, the bell was already giggling: "Last night, someone stole chickens!" I don't know which faceless guy stole a whole chicken from Aunt Wei, Aunt Wei jumped to her feet in anger and turned the kitchen upside down. ”

"Isn't it just a roast chicken?"

"Madame is strict in keeping the house, and every chicken has to explain where it goes! Hey, how did Miss know that it was roast chicken? ”

"That's what you said." He turned his head away and quickly wiped the corners of his mouth.

"Hehe, when it comes to roast chicken, the slaves and maids seem to smell the fragrance!"

Quickly asked the bell to open the window, and opened all the windows in the house, and she walked to the window to stretch and take the opportunity to dispose of the wreckage of the roast chicken.

As soon as the smell was gone, Han'er led someone in.

Bell explained to her that the person who came was her nurse Aunt Wen.

Aunt Wen is not like a Dongzhou person, just in terms of body shape, she is taller than the average Dongzhou woman, with a goose egg face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, when I see her, her two eyes are crooked, and she looks kind with a smile.

"Miss is well."

Aunt Wen stepped forward and saluted.

Retract your gaze and sit down on the small collapse by the window.

The gaze fell back on the other person's face.

Aunt Wen smiled and said: "The morning breeze is a little cold, Miss It's better to avoid it, and be careful." Grass? ”

Aunt Wen beckoned back, the maid outside the house lifted the curtain, and a thin little maid came in with a tray.

There is only one white porcelain bowl on the tray.

"Lotus root powder." Aunt Wen picked up a palm-sized bowl and handed it to her: "Nourish the stomach and nourish yin, strengthen the spleen and invigorate qi, and add the osmanthus that Miss likes in it." ”

"Leave it alone."

"It's better to eat it while it's hot."

The porcelain bowl was still in front of her, and Aunt Wen was still smiling from the corners of her eyes.

She deliberately kept her cold appearance - it is said that the original owner was like this.

"The nurse's heart, our young lady understands it, and when she wants to eat it, the young lady will naturally eat it." Han'er stepped forward and took the porcelain bowl.

Aunt Wen just bent the corners of her mouth.

No joy or anger.

Liu Wei noticed the herb on Aunt Wen's side, her eyes were a little red, she opened her mouth a few times, and closed her lips again.

"What do you want to say?"

Several people in the room looked at the herbs.

"The lotus root flour was ground by my aunt's own hands."

"So what?" Han'er sneered.

"Fangcao, do you have to speak?" Aunt Wen scolded in vain: "Don't go out yet!" ”

Fangcao bowed, turned and ran out of the house.

"Fangcao hasn't been in the house for a few days, the rules are a little worse, and I ask the young lady to forgive me."

Aunt Wen didn't leave, talking to herself, mentioning some things about Liu Weixiao, and mentioning how the Lin family treated her well, and asked the maid to bring a wooden box when she left.

"It's all worthless gadgets, it's fun, it's good to relieve the lady's fatigue."

When Liu Wei had an accident a few days ago, Aunt Wen was not in Liufu, but today, I asked Lin and the old lady to say goodbye, and immediately came to her.

Almost an hour.

Aunt Wen didn't even drink her saliva, and some pictures were playing like a repeater.

She listened to everything Aunt Wen said.

When the man was finally gone, she opened the wooden box with Han'er and the bell, and it was indeed some knick-knacks, two shadow puppets, and two preserves.

Put a candied fruit in your mouth.

The taste was ok.

Not good.

Sudden pain in the lower abdomen.

There was a pain in the lower abdomen, with a feeling of swelling, soreness in the waist, and some nausea, and then, a clear flow of heat was felt.

Oops, hit!

The maid brought a basin of hot water, and there were clean clothes, towels, and white cloth towels on the tray.

Ordered to close the window, she was ready to change clothes: "You all go out." ”

Han'er and Bell were stunned: "All out?" ”

"Wait a minute, that ......" I don't know how to describe the ancient version of my aunt's towel, to be honest, there are only a handful of costume dramas she has watched: "That's it...... Where is it? ”

Han'er booed and asked, "Menstrual belt?" ”

"Miss is so confused, she doesn't even know the thing." The bell pointed to the tray and giggled.

By the way, aunt towel = menstrual belt.

A modern adult woman does not find this matter "unspeakable", and for the sake of her own health, she carefully studied about the raw materials and production methods of her aunt's towel.

Let's start with the material of the clothes at this time.

The word "cotton" has not yet been born, so naturally there is no cotton, of course, there is cotton in some places outside Datang.

Therefore, the rich wear silk and the poor wear sackcloth, and the sackcloth is very hard to wear, so you can see in the TV series the picture of a woman washing clothes by the river and beating hard with a big stick.

The material used to make the aunt towel is basically linen, similar to the appearance of a modern aunt towel, but the two ends are ropes that can be tied around the waist.

According to the difference in economic level, there are also differences in the filling material of the aunt towel.

Slum Girl Edition, a cloth towel made of linen with leaves or plant ash or stove ash inside.

The top white Fumi version, a variety of soft material cloth towels, is made of expensive rice paper, and the frequency of replacement depends on the degree of affluence.

Fortunately, he was born in the Liu family, and he didn't worry about eating and drinking, and even his aunt's towel was a top-level disposable product.

Don't think that the detox treatment has drained her of her uninhibited indulgence and freedom, in fact, she is very uncomfortable, but she has a clear understanding of her own environment - just like Emperor Guangrui.

You have to endure the humiliation!

Did women have a high status in ancient times?

If they don't rely on their families, their fathers, or their husbands, what can they do?

The vast majority of women can only survive dependent on men.

The remaining small part, the maverick part of it, the part that is extremely lucky to have a rich life, is not a relative of the emperor, what else can it be?

This is not a hot-blooded river, no talent, no body as light as a swallow, no strength as an ox, Liu Wei is just an ordinary person.

It's just that the identity is special.

If she doesn't stay in Liufu, where is she going?

As one of the four major families of the Tang Dynasty, the Liu family is definitely the most spacious one in the entire Dongzhou, with many slaves in the family, just her yard, two personal maids, two accompanying maids, four cleaning maids in the courtyard, four rough mothers-in-law, and two small stove cooks.

With so many eyes staring at her every day, she couldn't even find the direction of the gate, and if she wanted to leave, she could only wait for her wings to grow first.

Let's be honest, three months is not a lifetime.

Lin came every other day, always holding her hand and talking about the past, for fear of revealing the stuffing, she didn't dare to say more.

"Are you comfortable? Tomorrow, I made an appointment with Mr. Jingxu. ”

"Mr. Silent Void?"

Lin first sighed: "Wei'er is like this, my mother is heartbroken every time she sees it, she loses her aura, she forgets the rules at home, she forgets to treat people and things, and she forgets the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting...... Rest assured, Mr. Jingxu must have a way to recover Wei'er's lost soul. ”

The corners of his mouth twitched.

Niang Xi Pi Yo...... Detox again?