The big red wedding dress was neatly stacked there.

Traces of fine embroidery of gold threads can be faintly seen. I just don't know, what is embroidered on the red clothes?

The red wedding dress was placed on the round table, and the festive colors were out of place in the plain room.

Leng Yunyan leaned on the side of the bed, his eyes never taking off the scroll.

The sun is lazy, and she is bathed in the sun, which is so stunning.

Leng's Yunyan's talent has long been crowned in the world.

This alluring beauty is finally going to get married.

Leng Yunyan gently flipped through the scroll, letting his subordinates prepare, he always looked at the book, and no one was allowed to disturb him.

It seems that she will not marry tomorrow. Wealth, honor and disgrace have nothing to do with her.

"Concubine, please say hello to the county lord." The sweet voice sounded in Leng Yunyan's ears.

The mind of reading was disturbed for no reason, and I couldn't help but feel a little irritable in my heart.

The beauty couldn't help frowning, she was so disturbed by the good situation.

"What?" She didn't even lift her head. The tone was a little unpleasant.

"Tomorrow is the day of the young lady's wedding, and the princess's sister will leave early. The concubine came to see if she could do anything for the young lady? Her words were very gentle and caring. But like a knife, it stabbed Leng Yunyan's heart fiercely, and blood was dripping.

"Aunt Lao Qing is bothered, and the mother left early. This Yan'er's marriage has her grandmother's own trouble. When my aunt came, Yan'er was so relieved. But no matter how you say it, it's always incompatible with etiquette. Leng Yunyan put down the scroll in his hand.

Leng Yunyan looked up at this woman, her eyes were smiling, but the smile did not reach the bottom of her eyes.

"What the young lady said, that's what the concubine should be." Aunt Qing's eyes were full of smiles. The fine lines that can't be hidden at the corners of her eyes mercilessly tell her age when she was carved by wind and frost.

"Presumably, when my aunt was young, she must have been a great beauty." Leng Yunyan smiled and slowly paced to the table and sat down. Qingshuang is finally old, and the years have not been kind to her.

Two glasses of fragrant wine were poured out of the white jade wine jug. Leng Yunyan handed Qingshuang a cup.

"Miss drinks alcohol on weekdays?" Qingshuang took the wine in her hand and opened her mouth suspiciously.

"What do you mean by that?" Leng Yunyan drank all the wine in his hand. It's not as elegant as a boudoir woman at all, but it has a bit of a heroic taste.

"Miss is a woman after all, and it is not advisable to drink every day." Qingshuang spoke slowly. Extremely dignified in behavior.

Leng Yunyan looked at this woman from a dusty background, who was nearly half a hundred years old, and was still wearing a green dress and skirt.

After 30 years, I'm afraid no one will believe that this woman was famous in Changdu 30 years ago. "Aunt Lao is bothered, Yan'er has been in the bitter cold for a long time, and her body is really afraid of cold, so she prepares warm wine every day" Leng Yunyan smiled and spoke, a pair of eyes full of smiles, but the smile did not reach the bottom of the eyes. She knows for herself how cold her heart is.

When Qingshuang saw the chill in Leng Yunyan's eyes, she almost threw her wine glass.

"Miss, Wang..." Qingshuang's words seemed to be stuck in her throat. Aunt Qing said cautiously, Yan'er is just not in good health, and she needs to recuperate" Leng Yunyan's hand gently swept across the white jade wine glass, making a piercing sound.

"The concubine is speechless, and the young lady has never been in good health." Qingshuang's smile was a little weird.

"Aunt Qing is bothered, since Aunt Qing is here, why don't you groom Yan'er." Leng Yunyan took the white jade wine glass and wine jug and sat in front of the dresser.

Qingshuang walked over, picked up the jade comb on the dresser, and carefully combed her three thousand black hair.

Qingshuang's hand gently brushed Leng Yunyan's black hair, and she had to admit that it was really good to be young, she was old, and no matter how careful she maintained, she couldn't cover the traces left by the years on her body.

"Auntie, what kind of bun should Yan'er put up tomorrow?" Leng Yunyan looked at himself in the mirror and smiled calmly.

"When the princess's sister got married, she wore a phoenix dance bun, which is really good-looking, why don't you also wear a phoenix dance bun for the young lady?" As Qingshuang spoke, she curled up the ink hair of Leng Yunyan.

Leng Yunyan looked at himself in the bronze mirror and smiled indifferently.

Leng Yunyan's gaze fell on the decoration of the bronze mirror, which was a golden phoenix, soaring between the nine heavens, and the phoenix's eyes were inlaid with rubies.

Sometimes, Leng Yunyan thinks that this is not like a place where a princess lives at all, and the food and clothing are like the general treatment of the queen.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she and Qingshuang had the same illusion - Yu Xianyun was still there, and the two of them seemed to be carved out of the same mold.

Leng Yunyan just laughed at herself, she clearly knew that her mother would not come back, no matter how much she looked like her mother, she was not a mother, and she couldn't come back.

"Miss is so curled with her hair, as if the princess's sister is still there." Qingshuang opened her mouth with emotion.

"Yes, sometimes when I look at my face, I feel that my mother is still there." It was probably touching the scene, and Leng Yunyan's eyes were a little moist.

"Miss, why don't you try a wedding dress?" Qingshuang held the married man in front of Leng Yunyan.

Carefully opened the bright red wedding dress, carefully changed it for her, and smoothed every wrinkle carefully.

Leng Yunyan smiled lightly, "Aunt Lao is bothered, Yan'er thinks it's so good." ”

"If you like it, if you like it, it's fine."

"It's not early, it's time for the concubine to go back" Qingshuang saluted slightly, with a smile on the corner of her lips.

"Why don't you stay and dine with Yan'er?" Leng Yunyan looked at Qingshuang, and the meaning of his smile was unknown.

"Thank you Miss for your kindness, it's just that at this hour, the prince should come, and the concubine will not dare to let the prince wait." In Qingshuang's words, there was a faint joy.

"In that case, don't you leave your aunt behind." Leng Yunyan is not looking at Qingshuang.

"Retirement of the concubine"

"Hmm"

Leng Yunyan sometimes can't help but think, is this the happiness that a woman has been seeking in her life? Just for the man you love to eat with you once, you can smile.

Even if this man doesn't love her, as long as she does.

After Qingshuang left, Leng Yunyan stared at herself in the bronze mirror for a long time, and she wondered if her mother was like this back then.

Perhaps.

"Xue'er," Leng Yunyan called softly.

"Master" A woman dressed in white walked in, looked at the person in front of her, her eyes flashed with surprise, and then she regained her composure.

"Help me remove my makeup"

Xiao Xue's movements were very fast, Leng Yunyan's bun was removed, and three thousand ink hairs fell behind her, and she picked up a hairpin to play with.

"Aunt Qing's technique is really good," her voice was a little cold.

"Master, Qingshuang is just afraid that she is not well-intentioned" Xiao Xue bit her lower lip and said fiercely.

"Presumptuous, you are just a maid, how dare you talk about the master" Leng Yunyan slapped the hosta that he had just taken to play with on the table.

Xiao Xue was stunned, and then knelt down. "Slaves deserve to die."

"Xue'er, you are my personal maid, you have to remember that trouble comes from your mouth." Leng Yunyan shook his head helplessly.

"Master, Qingshuang is just an aunt, but she is half master and half slave." Xiao Xue was extremely dissatisfied.

"You also said it, she is half master and half slave, but she is also half master, you are just a slave, how dare you be disrespectful" Leng Yunyan's hand was placed on the dresser, and the hosta in Fang Cai's hand had already become powder.

"Slaves deserve to die"

"I don't want you to die, I just want you to remember that the master is the master, the slave is the slave, and it cannot be reversed. Now, you just kneel here and reflect! Leng Yunyan walked to the inner room by himself.

A figure flashed outside the house, thinking that he was not noticed.