At that time, Zhao Xiaoyun came to the martial arts training ground alone, although the hurdle in his heart had not yet passed, but Ma Bu still had to continue practicing. Only this time, Zhao Xiaoyun's heart was still thinking about the soul of swordsmanship, and his heart couldn't calm down. The horse step didn't last long.

"Yun'er, you stop first," Zhao An looked at the absent-minded Zhao Xiaoyun, knowing that she definitely didn't let go of the obsession in her heart this night.

When Zhao Xiaoyun heard Zhao An's words, he stopped his steps and looked at Zhao An a little helplessly, "Dad." “

Zhao An answered, and said in a deep voice: "You don't have to practice today. “

"Dad, I," Zhao Xiaoyun was bitter, he had been hit hard in the past two days, and he felt that his crossing was a bitter process.

Zhao An's tone was softer and said, "You go to the market with me first." “

If it was still the same as yesterday, Zhao Xiaoyun would probably have jumped up and was excited to go out, but today she wanted to stay at home and think about it.

Looking at Zhao Xiaoyun's hesitant appearance, Zhao An said again, "Martial arts requires knowledge to break through. Those who have been thinking at home for a long time will only get used to talking on paper. “

A word woke up the person in the dream, and Zhao Xiaoyun immediately understood why those heroes were traveling everywhere. Feelings, this is the inspiration to find a moment. After figuring it out, Zhao Xiaoyun also had a smile on his face.

"Dad, when are we leaving?"

"Yun'er wants to have breakfast at the market or at home." Zhao An asked rhetorically. "If it's at the market, then we'll leave as soon as possible, and if it's at home, we'll have to wait for your mother to make a meal."

Zhao Xiaoyun didn't want to think about it, after more than 20 years of living without parents, he must be envious of other people's homes and the food cooked by his mother, "Dad, I want to eat breakfast made by my mother." “

For Zhao Xiaoyun's attachment, Zhao An was very useful, "You go to change your clothes first, and then come to the main hall, and after breakfast, we will set off." “

Zhao Xiaoyun put away the sword and went back to the room, looking at the clothes a little worried, their family does not have to worry about food and clothing, the clothes of her mother and father are plain, but only her clothes are extremely comfortable, it can be seen how much her father and mother love herself, but the key is that she does not understand the aesthetics of this era.

In the main hall, Mo Mo had already made breakfast, and waited for Zhao Xiaoyun to come with Zhao An, and after the tea time passed, Zhao Xiaoyun had not yet appeared.

"Why hasn't Yun'er come out yet," Mo Mo looked at the door, but still didn't see Zhao Xiaoyun's figure, a little curious.

Zhao An didn't think it was strange, glanced at his wife without a trace, and said lightly, "Daughter's family, it's naturally slower to go out." “

This glance, Mo Mo didn't let it go, when he saw it, he was immediately angry, his little hand stretched out to Zhao An's waist and twisted, and the corners of his mouth twitched on Zhao An's serious face.

Just as he was about to beg for mercy, he looked at Zhao Xiaoyun who was "dressed up", and he forgot to beg his wife for mercy for a while.

"Dad, mother." Zhao Xiaoyun stood at the door and shouted a little uncomfortably, checking to see if he was wearing the wrong clothes from time to time.

When Mo Mo heard the voice, he immediately ignored Zhao An, turned around, looked fixedly, and opened his mouth in surprise, "This, Yun'er, you." "It's a little indecent.

Facing the same surprise as his father, Zhao Xiaoyun looked down at himself, there was nothing wrong with him,

The upper body is a white middle coat with a sky blue loose white-rimmed placket, a white Confucian skirt on the bottom, and pink embroidered shoes.

Coupled with Zhao Xiaoyun's shy appearance at the moment, it really made Zhao An uneasy, fortunately, Zhao Xiaoyun needs to wear men's clothes when he goes out, otherwise no matter how strong his martial arts are, it is useless.

But there's nothing wrong with the clothes, it's this hairstyle.

"Yun'er, are you not going to pull your hair?" Mo Mo walked behind Zhao Xiaoyun worriedly and looked at the little blame above his head.

Zhao Xiaoyunqiao's face flushed, she really didn't know how to pull her hair, yesterday it was because she wanted to practice martial arts. directly coiled up her long hair, which didn't have much of a sense of disobedience with martial arts, but today she was wearing a skirt, and it looked more inconsistent to coil her hair like this.

"Let's eat first, your mother will teach you how to pull your hair later, and it will be convenient for you to travel alone in the future." Zhao An said loudly.

Mo Mo thought about it, so he pulled Zhao Xiaoyun to sit down and have breakfast.

Thinking about having to do his hair independently in the future, Zhao Xiaoyun misses modern short hair, medium and long hair, and ponytails.

After breakfast, Mo Mo took Zhao Xiaoyun back to the room, facing the bronze mirror, Zhao Xiaoyun was amazed at the clarity of the bronze mirror.

She thought that the ancient bronze mirror was very vague, so she didn't want to look at it two days ago, and today she felt that she was wrong, the wisdom of the ancients was not something she could underestimate, although the bronze mirror was not as clear as the mirror of modern mercury, but it was also able to completely imprint her face.

The perfect melon seed face of dreams, willow eyebrows, red phoenix eyes, tall nose bridge, small red lips. This is simply the perfect facial features that all women dream of, I didn't expect the white-robed young players in history to be so beautiful.

"Hey," Mo Mo sighed slightly behind Zhao Xiaoyun, "Yun'er needs to hide her daughter when she goes out in the future." ”

If it weren't for the fact that her hair was in her mother's hands and she couldn't move, Zhao Xiaoyun would have nodded wildly, she didn't know how beautiful Xiao Qiao and Diao Chan were during the Three Kingdoms period, but she knew that she was beautiful enough now and would definitely be able to cause trouble.

Zhao Xiaoyun thought for a while and said, "Mother, I'll wear men's clothes today." ”

Mo Mo was reluctant to put the hair bun in his hand that was about to be coiled, and he was even more reluctant to dress up his daughter.

"Mother, from today onwards, I will get used to being a man, so as not to forget it in the future." Zhao Xiaoyun said again, this sentence also reminded Mo Mo not to let Zhao Xiaoyun go out like this, so as not to be remembered by someone who cares.

"Yun'er is very thoughtful, for your mother to help you crown your hair first, and then you can change your clothes, I originally thought that you still have a while to travel, and you haven't prepared so many men's clothes, you will wear them first, and your mother will help you prepare clothes." Mo Mo said while crowning Zhao Xiaoyun's hair.

After his hair was crowned, Mo Mo brought another set of pure white clothes and a white cloak to change into Zhao Xiaoyun.

After Zhao Xiaoyun changed his clothes, he had to look at himself in the mirror through the bronze mirror from afar, and he always felt a little disobedient, but he couldn't say where he was disobedient.

"Yun'er's clothes are very good-looking." Mo Mo helped Zhao Xiaoyun take care of his clothes and said.

Right!

Zhao Xiaoyun had a flash of inspiration.

It's just so pretty.

A woman is a woman, no matter how she changes men's clothes, she can see it, but her breasts have not developed at the age of thirteen, but with this weak face, how can she not betray her identity.

Thinking of this, Zhao Xiaoyun picked up the dresser and drew the eyebrow pencil. In front of the bronze mirror, one after another was painted.

"Yun'er," Mo Mo couldn't understand what Zhao Xiaoyun was doing.

Zhao Xiaoyun looked back and said, "Don't you think that Liu Yemei is too weak?" I'm a man! When it's the sword eyebrows. ”