Sending Cai Niang away, Wanying looked at each other in the mirror, only to see herself in the mirror, and her makeup was impeccable jade. Hairpin ornaments, mediocre costumes. I thought: What if the Queen Mother saw that Wanying was so plain and unremarkable, and returned Wanying? Anyway, Wanying is in the boudoir to be selected, and she has never received any grade or title, everything can return to the original way that nothing happened. That's a good thing.

After thinking about it stupidly for a long time, I added a lamb pot to my lunch and ate two more bites than usual. After eating, I lay down on the chaise longue and slept lightly for a while. I was afraid that I messed up my hair bun, and I didn't even turn over, and when I woke up, I only felt a sore neck, and I felt very unhappy.

Twisting her neck slightly, Hongfu took a bottle of authentic safflower oil, applied it to Wanying's neck, pinched the meridians with her hands, and relieved Wanying's soreness little by little.

The sore neck eased slightly, Wanying disgusted the strong smell of safflower oil in the room, Hongfu put away the bottle, and said with a disgusted face: "I really finished eating pork, I don't like pig hair on the meat, why didn't you smell bad just now?" ”

Wanying also rolled her eyes, ignored Hongfu, and continued to rub crookedly on the chaise longue.

Hongfu took out a delicate and small incense burner, lit a few cardamom slices, put them inside, and hung them on the window lintel, and after a while, the house was full of the fragrance of cardamom, driving away the musky smell of safflower oil. It's just that his neck is still a little pungent, and he doesn't call Hongfu, he dragged his shoes, walked to the dressing table, dropped a drop of rose essence, and tilted his neck to apply it to himself.

Hongfu walked over, dropped a drop on her hand, rubbed it to the heat, and evenly applied it to Wanying's sore area.

The artist is coming. Hongfu placed a high stool in front of the window, and moved a half-human-high four-legged high, on which was placed a pot of newly bloomed Su Xinlan. Wan Ying held a book of words, sitting by the window, the wind blowing the jasper curtain, swaying and gurgling.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the leaves of the green tree are also yellow and withered day by day, fortunately, there are green plantain trees in front of you, there are dark green laurel trees, a few camellia trees are blooming brightly, if not, from time to time some yellow leaves float over, and the chrysanthemums placed in the garden, I really don't know what is spring at this moment? Or autumn?

When I was in a trance, I saw Wanyun describing her pretty, and entered the Treasure Pavilion with a faint fragrance, and hurriedly went upstairs, panting and saying, "My sister is wearing this dress today?" ”

"Well, what's wrong? In such a hurry? ”

"I'm so angry, that neon dress was just splashed by Wanfen with a skirt of oil-stained twist. I can't wear it. ”

"Do you have burns?"

"There was no burn, the mutton pot was too hot, and Wanfen accidentally knocked over the dishes." Wan Ying didn't ask the reason, Wan Yun said in a flash.

"It's good that it's not burned, but my sister wants to borrow Wanying's neon dress?"

"My sister is really Bing Xue smart, and she is really a worm in my sister's stomach."

"Wait a minute, let Hongfu take it out for you."

"My sister is going to wear this one today?"

"Well, my mother picked it herself."

Wanyun stuck out her tongue and said with a smile: "I really doubt that Aunt Lin is your own mother." ”

Wanying understood what Wanyun meant, Wanyun probably couldn't understand why her mother hastily responded to such a big thing as the draft, but her mother had her mother's plan, and her parents' beloved son had far-reaching plans. My mother didn't want to enter the palace, and she didn't want to live in the dire Shura field for the rest of her life.

Wanying smiled and took the neon dress handed over by Hongfu and served Wanyun to change it. Wanyun in front of her was like a fairy concubine. The skin is plump and moist, the pearl powder is as white as jade, and the rose pink jade is translucent red, and it is also complementary when applied to the face like a silver basin. Looking at the delicate apricot-like eyebrows and eyes, cutting out a few strands of delicate autumn waves, it doesn't feel like people's minds are rippling and their hearts are relaxed. Green eyebrows, red lips, a sweaty nose in the middle, charming and graceful bearing at a glance, compared to the thin Wanying, Wanyun is more like Yang Guifei in the play. A scarlet bandeau dress, holding up the towering jade peak, half-covered and half-hidden, even Wanying lingered enviously in the twin peaks. Under the snow-white jade neck, a plump jade skin is fragrant.

Looking at the plump and charming Wanyun in a daze, Wanying was a little disappointed, and only for a while, remembering what her mother said in private, her expression returned to normal.

Wan Yun changed her clothes and left the Treasure Pavilion with satisfaction, Wan Ying picked up the scroll she threw down, held it on her chest, and poured out the loneliness in her heart word by word.

Mother understands the truth Wanying, but when she is young, who doesn't want to bloom like a flower?

After a while, Aunt Lin went upstairs, Hongfu went downstairs, and invited Mr. Painter into the room. When I was young, I only listened: "Can Miss please show her jade face a little?"

Hearing this, Wan Ying turned her head and got up, Lian Bu Shanshan walked to the front of Mr., put her slender hands on each other's front bodies, bowed slightly, and gave a slight salute. I originally thought it was a half-old gentleman, but who knew that the painter standing in front of me was actually a handsome and chic young student with a jade tree in the wind.

The painter stared straight at Wanying, and lingered in his heart: "In vain, I have been obsessed with Diao Chan in the painting, but I didn't know that there are more beautiful women in the world than Diao Chan, and they all said, 'Emperor Wu's Mrs. Li is the appearance of the city, and the Ming Emperor Yang Concubine is the appearance of the country.'" The woman in front of her is unadorned, but also bright and bright. A little more plump than Feiyan, less than Concubine Yang, but unfortunately, compared with the beauty in front of him, it is 'Shen Yu does not understand poetry and books, and the falling geese and sand are also not graceful.' The best thing is that the delicate head is like a water lily that is not better than the cool breeze. With such a prosperous appearance, it is really overwhelming the country and the city, turning all beings upside down.

Mr. Painter stayed for a moment and said, "I don't know if Miss still has instructions, I hope to say it clearly." ”

"There's nothing to say, just paint." Wanying turned around and sat down on the high stool just now, holding the book in her right hand on the window lintel, turning her head, a column of geese heading south flew in the sky, and her eyes flew into the distance unconsciously.

"Even so, I retired under the next." The painter said.

The painter's gaffe at that moment was in full view of Aunt Lin, who was in the same room. Aunt Lin deliberately removed the maid and waited with her, also just in case. If the painter really paints Wanying at this moment, all the preparations that the master had secretly made before him will definitely be in vain. Everyone has a love for beauty, in case he can't bear to cast a pearl secretly and bury it in the coffin, wouldn't it be a bad thing for him and his teacher's painstaking management?

"Sir, wait." Aunt Lin said.

"What does Madame have to say?"

Aunt Lin looked around, lifted the curtain, and said to Lu Rong, who was wiping the gallery outside, "Lu Rong, go and bring a cup of honey chrysanthemum tea to Mr." ”

Wanying knew that her mother had something to tell the painter, but she was afraid that Lu Rong would listen to her and talk too much in the house in the future, so she let her go. After Lu Rong went downstairs, she saw her mother take out a silver ticket from her cuff and hand it to the man.

The man took the silver ticket and looked at it and said, "The fee for polishing the pen was transferred to the Zaixia Painting Gallery by Lord Yin before, so Madame doesn't have to do this." ”

"Please take the silver ticket first, otherwise it will be inconvenient for the slave family to speak."

"So, madam, but it doesn't matter, but I don't know what Madame is working on with such a heavy amount of money?"

"A hundred taels of gold is not much, but please sir."