Cui Wei woke up from her sleep slowly, sat up with some difficulty, and pinched her sore waist, although Ling Guang was very gentle last night, Cui Wei couldn't help it, and now her back hurts, and her body seems to be falling apart.

Cui Wei put on her clothes, washed up briefly, and sat down in front of the bronze mirror to start dressing up. Ling Guang had already left first because he was on duty, but he prepared breakfast for Cui Wei. Cui Wei looked at the buns on the table through the bronze mirror, and smiled heartily.

Cui Wei picked up the gouache on the table, gently pounced on the smooth skin, and picked up the rouge paste that Shen Qingyan gave her, dipped her fingers in some elegant and moisturizing rouge paste and dotted it on her lips, and then picked a little hairpin, put it in the palm of her hand, and dripped a few drops of water on it, the rouge paste instantly turned into a dense mist, Cui Wei's two palms were together, and she patted her left and right cheeks lightly, and the whole person instantly improved her complexion. This rouge cream is specially made by Soft Xiangge, the No. 1 fat powder store in Mucheng, and it is the signature there. Shen Qingyan doesn't like vulgar things such as rouge gouache, but he has a soft spot for this rouge cream, every time he goes shopping, he always likes to buy a little to collect, but he doesn't use it, and finally he is afraid that it will deteriorate after a long time, so he gives it all to Cuiwi.

Cui Wei looked at herself with peach face in the bronze mirror with satisfaction, in fact, she didn't like to dress up much in the past, but after marrying Ling Guang, she had a psychology of dressing herself up and not letting Ling Guang lose face, maybe it was already because of the gap between the two identities There is a little inferiority complex and gains and losses, although she does not lock her heart firmly as before, but such negative emotions are not so easy to overcome after all.

Cui Wei picked up the wooden comb again, and slowly combed it from top to bottom along the black and silky hair, and the wooden comb made a nice friction sound through the hair. Because of combing Shen Qingyan's hair all the year round, the craftsmanship of Cui Wei combing bun is much more skilled than ordinary people, and after three or two clicks, Cui Wei coiled a beautiful hair bun out, and picked up a few simple and elegant hairpin flowers, pinned them to the bun. Because she has become married, she is no longer a big girl who has not been out of the cabinet, according to etiquette, Cui Wei has to comb all her hair, she is not like Shen Qingyan, because she is a relative of the emperor, so she has the privilege of not combing her whole bun.

Looking at himself who coiled up all his hair for the first time, Cui Wei stared straight for a long time, and only then did he always adapt to his new appearance.

Cui Wei got up and sat down at the table, looking at the steamed buns on the plate, feeling as if her heart was filled with honey, although her breakfast could only be so simple, not as many dishes as Shen Qingyan had at breakfast every day, Cui Wei still felt that she was so happy and satisfied.

Cui Wei stretched out her hand and picked up a bun, which had been drying for a long time, and now it was at a slightly warm temperature, just enough to eat. Cui Wei took a bite gently, and the fresh and tender meat fragrance immediately dispersed, it was the filling of pork and cabbage, which was very tender and delicious, and it tasted freshly made.

In less than a moment, Cui Wei had already put the three buns into her stomach, touched her bulging stomach, Cui Wei exhaled comfortably, put away the dinner plate, sat on the edge of the bed, and began to sew and mend, enjoying her simple and leisurely vacation.

On the other side, Shen Wanyan was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding needles and threads, doing embroidery. On the white silk handkerchief, there is a pair of mandarin ducks.

Shen Wanyan was holding the royal blue thread, embroidering the feathers on the wings of the mandarin duck, originally concentrating and very focused, but unexpectedly her fingers were still pierced. Shen Wanyan subconsciously exhaled in pain, looked at the blood beads coming out of her fingertips, and then looked at the mandarin ducks on the handkerchief, which were not exquisite, and sighed.

Shen Wanyan's embroidery is not sophisticated She is different from Shen Qingchen and Shen Qingyan, those two think that these female celebrities are not very important, so Shen Qingyan has never learned needlework seriously, and now I am afraid that it is very difficult for her to embroider. But Shen Wanyan is very traditional, and regards this female celebrity as very important, and even specially invited a master to teach, but no matter how she practiced, she couldn't embroider a delicate work.

Shen Wanyan sighed again, picked up the needle and thread again, and continued to embroider. After the tire slipped before, she and Yin Yuan broke up unhappily, and then Yin Yuan returned to that cold appearance. Although Shen Wanyan had a grudge against Yin Yuan in her heart, and even more hatred for Na Li Guifei, she still compromised in the end. She loves Yin Yuan, and she is already married to him, so Yin Yuan is her support for the rest of her life, and she must not be angry with him and push him farther and farther away. Although she was inexplicably fine last time, no one knows if she can have any more children in the future, and the only way out in front of her now is to hold Yin Yuan firmly.

Stumbling, Shen Wanyan finally embroidered the last stitch, took the handkerchief off the embroidery, and carefully rubbed the mandarin duck on it, intending to give the hand-embroidered handkerchief to Yin Yuan. Although he didn't embroider well, he also embroidered carefully with his own stitches, and Yin Yuan actually softened his attitude before he was angry with himself, and if he saw the wound on his hand that was pricked by a needle, he should be soft-hearted.

Shen Wanyan cheered herself up, stood up, and walked towards the study, at this moment, Yin Yuan should practice painting in the study.

The study was not far from Shen Wanyan's bedroom, and it didn't take a few steps to arrive. Shen Wanyan took a nervous breath and knocked lightly on the door of the study. However, after waiting for a long time, Shen Wanyan didn't hear any noise inside, frowned suspiciously, and Shen Wanyan reached out and pushed the door open.

Where is the shadow of half a person in the room, Shen Wanyan entered the study, closed the door, and saw that there was still half a cup of unfinished tea on the desk, and it was estimated that Yin Yuan should come back soon, so he planned to sit at the desk and wait for him, but at the moment when he was about to sit down, he was attracted by the ink on the table.

Shen Wanyan walked up to the painting, and as the distance got closer and closer, the content of the painting came into view.

The woman in the painting is dressed in red, scattered and slanted in a bun, leaving the black hair between the vertical strands, the hair fluttering with the dance, the most striking thing is the woman's watery eyes, not pretending to be charming, but full of style. Shen Wanyan recognized the person in the painting at a glance, it was none other than Shen Qingyan.

Shen Wanyan looked at Shen Qingyan in the painting, her shoulders trembled uncontrollably, her eyes were red, she was short of breath because of anger, and she couldn't help but let out a wry smile. Shen Wanyan looked at the handkerchief she had embroidered in her hand, and felt more and more like a fool, ridiculous and pathetic.

"What are you doing here?" Yin Yuan's voice came from the door, and Shen Wanyan turned around when she heard the voice, and saw that Yin Yuan was looking at herself with a frown.

“…… I have something for you. Shen Wanyan hesitated for a long time, and finally decided to give the handkerchief to Yin Yuan, "I embroidered it myself." “

"......" Yin Yuan looked at the pair of not very good-looking mandarin ducks on the handkerchief handed over by Shen Wanyan, and pursed his lips in disgust, his food and clothing have always been the best, everything is exquisite, how could such an embroiderer get into his eyes.

Shen Wanyan handed over the handkerchief, revealing the wound on her hand, but unexpectedly, Yin Yuan just glanced at the handkerchief with disgust, then missed the table and continued to paint, not noticing the wound on Shen Wanyan's hand at all.

"Where am I short of you, don't you have a handkerchief, won't embroider here to be embarrassing." Yin Yuan sarcastically mocked Shen Wanyan without raising his head, raised his hand to pick up the brush on the side, dipped it in some water, and dipped it in some ochre-red paint, and continued to depict Shen Qingyan's gauze clothes, without avoiding Shen Wanyan on the side.

Shen Wanyan stood behind Yin Yuan, about to bite off a mouthful of silver teeth. She knew that Yin Yuan had never paid attention to her, but she thought that after she was forced by Concubine Li to slip the fetus, Yin Yuan would feel a little guilty about her, but she didn't think that Yin Yuan was still full of the damn Shen Qingyan until this moment, and she didn't shy away from it even in front of herself.

"Are you okay? If you don't, leave quickly, and don't affect me. Yin Yuan impatiently urged Shen Wanyan to leave quickly, and the action of painting in his hand never stopped.

Shen Wanyan bit her lower lip, clenched the handkerchief in her hand fiercely, and didn't care whether she wrinkled the handkerchief or not, and turned to leave.

On the way back to the room, Shen Wanyan hated Shen Qingyan as long as she thought of Shen Qingyan in the painting, and wondered if it was on that day, if she had won the dance, would the result be different.

Suddenly, Shen Wanyan paused, thinking of Shen Qingyan who was dancing, she squinted her eyes and went back to the bedroom.

In the Prince's Mansion, Shen Qingyan leaned against the window, looking at the laurel tree outside the window, a little depressed.

"What's wrong?" Yin Qi, who was sitting next to Shen Qingyan, touched Shen Qingyan's face and asked with concern.

"I'm mourning?" Shen Qingyan pursed his mouth, his eyes were shining, and he was almost overflowing.

"Condolences?" Yin Qi was a little puzzled, he didn't remember whose sacrifice day it was today, "Who is mourning?" “

"My vacation!" Shen Qingyan scratched his head frantically, "Tomorrow or I have to go out early and return late every day!" I'm going to wake up early again! "Getting up so early almost cost Shen Qingyan's life.

"Haha." Yin Qi laughed when he heard this, and hugged Shen Qingyan from behind, "There are not a few days left before the Mid-Autumn Festival dinner, and if you boil it up, it will pass soon." “

"Ugh." Shen Qingyan sighed bitterly, looking forward to the days passing faster and passing this difficult day as soon as possible.

"I don't know what happened to Emerald Wisp." Shen Qingyan suddenly thought of Cui Wei again, "I don't know if she is still adaptable." “

"Don't worry about it, Cui Wei is a girl who can live, Ling Guang is also a person who loves with her life, the two of them have a concubine, and life will get better and better." Yin Qi pinched the tip of Shen Qingyan's nose and didn't let her think about it anymore.

"I look like her." Shen Qingyan turned around, looked at Yin Qi's eyes, and hugged Yin Qi back.

"I know." Yin Qi pecked lightly on Shen Qingyan's lips, "Otherwise, you go and see her, it's only a few steps away anyway." “

“…… Forget it, she rarely has a vacation, I'd better let her enjoy it When she comes back, I must abuse her well. Shen Qingyan chuckled and shook her head, Cui Wei dedicated almost all her knowledge to her, these few days were the time when she was most able to be herself, and she didn't want to bother.