Mo Li nodded casually, except for the goose-yellow torn dress when she first woke up, she either wore military uniforms or men's clothes at other times, and she didn't know anything about the women's clothes of this era, and it didn't matter to her which one she worn.

Ruoping helped her put on her clothes layer by layer, tied the complicated buckles and straps, Mo Li couldn't help but support her forehead, and said that she didn't need to be served, just this dress, if Ruoping didn't help, I am afraid that she might not even be able to buckle the buttons correctly.

After getting dressed, Ruoping called in a mother-in-law in her forties: "Miss, this Mama Zhao is a distant relative of Zhao Deben's family. I'm not very good at combing my hair, so let Mama Zhao comb it for you. ”

Mama Zhao picked up the hem of her skirt and wanted to kneel down and kowtow: "The slave has seen Miss." ”

"Lift her up." Mo Li glanced at Ruoping.

Ruoping stepped forward and picked up Mama Zhao and said, "Miss doesn't like others to kneel down at every turn, and next time Mama will reply directly." ”

Mama Zhao was deeply blessed: "Miss, the slave will come and comb your hair." ”

Mo Li sat in front of the dresser, and Mama Zhao took the comb through her soft black waist-length hair and asked, "What kind of hairstyle does Miss want to comb?" ”

What kind of hairstyle? Mo Li secretly looked in her heart, in her previous life, she often had long hair fluttering, and she didn't even wear a headdress, at most, she tied a ponytail and braids, or she was a ball head. In this life, she mostly pulls her hair to the top of her hair, and then wears a soft hat or headscarf, where will she know what hairstyle women comb!

"Simpler." Mo Li could only reply vaguely.

Mama Zhao divided Mo Li's hair into two parts, the top was knotted on the top of the head, and then divided into several strands to form a mustache to fix, and the lower part was combed up and coiled on the side of the mustache, leaving a small lock hanging down on the side of the ear.

Ruoping opened the jewelry box on the dresser, picked out a white jade dotted emerald pearl from it, and shook it: "Miss, is it good to look at this?" ”

Mo Li looked at a box of jewelry and nodded: "Your master prepared it again?" ”

Ruoping smiled and inserted the step on the side of the mustache: "There are only clothes, how can you do it without jewelry." Miss, let's see what to match again? ”

"That's it, make a mess of things, and don't weigh me down!"

Mama Zhao couldn't help laughing, picked up the powder box from the dresser, lightly applied a layer of powder to Mo Li's face, and put some rouge on her mouth. Then he said, "Miss, have you ever been satisfied?" ”

Mo Li stood up and looked in the mirror, the figure in the mirror was slim, and a lock of slightly curly long hair hung down from her ears to her chest, adding a bit of charm. With curved eyebrows and cherry red pink lips, he is completely different from himself who was always dressed in men's clothes without makeup. The bronze mirrors of this period are not as clear as modern mirrors, but add a hazy beauty.

In an instant, some pictures flashed in Mo Li's mind, it was a pretty figure in a Luo skirt, but the picture was too fast, and before he could see who it was, the figure disappeared. However, Mo Li still felt that that person must be someone he was familiar with.

At this moment, Mama Zhao took a pair of pearl and green earrings and put them on her, and there was no lack of surprise in her eyes: "Miss is naturally beautiful, just a simple makeup is like a fairy, if you dress up well, I am afraid that the fairy of the Nine Palaces will lose her color." ”

Mo Li burst out laughing: "Mama Zhao is really good at talking." ”

Mama Zhao was honest with her face: "The slave is telling the truth, if you talk about it, isn't it?" ”

Ruo Ping's complexion was calm, but he stared at Mo Li with good eyes: "I haven't seen the fairy of the Nine Palaces, but I have seen some of the nobles of the official eunuchs in the capital, and there is really no one who can compare to Miss." ”

"Ruoping, if your words reach the ears of those noble girls in the capital, you are helping me to pull hatred!" Mo Li stroked the hem of her skirt, "I'm hungry, do you have anything to eat?" ”

"Lunch has already been prepared, and the slave will pass it on." Mama Zhao went out to pass the meal with a blessing.

Soon there were two meats, two vegetarian dishes, four dishes and a small stew pot on the square table outside, Mo Li was not polite, sat down and ate, Ruoping opened the stew cup and said, "Miss, let's use some bird's nest soup first." ”

"This is also what your master specially ordered, right?" Mo Li asked while drinking bird's nest soup.

Ruoping nodded: "The master said that the young lady is too thin, and she needs to make up for it." ”

The warm soup is in the mouth, and the ironing makes Mo Li's heart warm. Murong Chu has never been a person of many words, but he has prepared everything for her in every detail.

The life that was arranged by others was really leisurely, and in the afternoon, Mo Li cordially met with the four mothers-in-law, including Mama Zhao, at Ruoping's suggestion. After that, I took a walk in the garden, read a book under the porch, and went back to my room to take a nap, and the time came to night in a blink of an eye.

After dinner, Mo Li was too lazy to go out again, so he continued to read a travelogue that he hadn't finished reading in the afternoon. Ruoping accompanied her, and also picked up a book from a few cases and looked at it like Mo Li, and after reading a few pages, she changed one, and it didn't take long for her to change another one, and then change it again, four or five books were quickly flipped through by her, and she threw down the book and walked around the room boredly.

Finally, Mo Li was successfully attracted by her, held the travelogue in her hand and looked up at her and said, "Ruoping, can you sit down?" It's almost confusing me. ”

"Miss," Ruoping sat down on the other side of the kang table, "how can you still read these books if they are so boring?" ”

Mo Li raised his eyebrows: "You didn't take it seriously, how do you know it's boring?" ”

Ruoping pursed his lips: "It's just not interesting anyway." ”

"So what do you find interesting?" Mo Li put down the book in his hand and asked.

"Instead of reading a book, it's better to go out and walk by yourself." Ruoping fiddled with his fingers and said, "What is written in the book is what those high-ranking officials and nobles have seen, but in the eyes of the common people, it is not like this at all." ”

Mo Li held his cheek with one hand and looked at Ruoping with interest: "I didn't expect you to have such an insight, so what do you tell the people to see?" ”

"How can ordinary people have so much leisure time to appreciate the beautiful scenery of the wind and flowers, the moon and the moon, and the beautiful scenery, what they see every day is firewood, rice, oil and salt. In their eyes, filling the stomach of the family is the top priority. Ruoping said.

Mo Li hooked his lips slightly: "Ruoping's words are really philosophical, and the same scene is of course different in the eyes of different people." ”

"Philosophical? This is the first time I've heard this word. No wonder Armin said that Miss spoke and acted differently from everyone else, and that was indeed the case. This time, Ruoping looked at Mo Li curiously.

"When did you and Armin start following your master?" Mo Li changed the subject at the right time.

"It's been about five or six years. My sister and brother Ah Ming and I have been wandering around since our parents died when we were young. Ruoping's face darkened slightly, "Later, I was taken in by a juggling master and learned some juggling skills." ”