The relationship with Fang Shanggong is very, very comfortable.

Xie Ning somewhat understood why others said that Fang Shanggong was very relied on by Concubine He back then, and it is said that Concubine He did not accompany her for a moment in the years when she died.

Fang Shanggong has this ability.

From what to eat for three meals, what to use for snacks, what to do before lunch, how to spend time in the afternoon, and how to spend the time for dinner, Fang Shanggong gave her all the proper place. Within a few days, even what Xie Ning wore every day and what kind of hairstyle he combed, Fang Shanggong could give a very authoritative opinion, and most of the suggestions would be adopted by Xie Ning.

When Fang Shanggong did all this, he didn't let Xie Ning feel that she was domineering and oppressive with power, and she was not unpleasant to be manipulated and manipulated. Fang Shanggong's speech and demeanor were as moisturizing and silent as spring rain. At this time, even Qinghe Qingmei's mouth is full of her good words.

Fang Shanggong is such a profound and gentle person.

She smiled and instructed Qinghe how to comb some difficult buns, and Qinghe listened attentively, lest she miss a word.

"I'm afraid you won't be able to remember just that." Xie Ning smiled and came up with an idea: "You can try it yourself." ”

Qinghe's eyes lit up.

Among the newly transferred palace maids, there is a head that happens very well, black and thick, many women dream of such a cloud-like hair, so as not to have to think hard about how to fill the wig when combing the bun, but the wig is a wig, no matter how well it is done, it can still make people see the difference.

The little palace maid entered the room and knelt down and kowtowed, and said with some trepidation: "Slave Tao Feng asks for peace to the master." ”

Shainin and Amiable Qi called her up and told her, "You sit by the window." ”

Tao Feng pounced in fright and knelt down again: "The slave doesn't dare." ”

Qinghe couldn't help but smile and pulled her up: "Don't think nonsense, Fang Shanggong wants to instruct me to comb my hair and borrow your hair for use." ”

Tao Feng then understood, but Rao was like this, she still didn't dare to really sit down, barely half of her body turned sideways, only half of her body was placed on the stool, that awkward posture made people look tired for her.

Qinghe took the comb, spread out the three buns on her head, and smoothed out her hair. This hair is really good, black and shiny, and it is very smooth to the touch.

Qinghe couldn't help but ask her, "What do you usually wipe on your head?" ”

Tao Feng had been asked about this before, but she really didn't have any secrets.

"My family has good hair, my grandmother is about 70 years old, and she doesn't have gray hair yet."

Then others won't be envious.

Qinghe has some regrets.

Xie Meiren's hair is also good, but the hair is a little brittle. Qinghe asked a few home remedies before, and some people said that it was good to use castor oil, but they didn't care about it before, and now that the master is pregnant again, Qinghe doesn't dare to try it randomly.

Fang Shanggong instructed Qinghe how to make a moon-looking bun, and with only a head rope, he could comb this hair bun that didn't look simple, not only Qinghe Qingmei looked at it seriously, but even Xie Ning watched it with relish.

She watched Qinghe comb the peony bun, the fallen horse bun, the panyun bun, and even a snake bun under the guidance of Fang Shanggong. The atmosphere in the room was quite relaxed and harmonious, Fang Shanggong sometimes praised well, sometimes found faults, her unique hoarse and low voice was like a smell that could calm people, even Tao Feng, who was stiff like a stone at the beginning, gradually relaxed, and even looked at herself from the bronze mirror next to the windowsill after combing her hair in different buns.

Xie Ning felt that Qinghe and Fang Shanggong were like little girls playing with rag dolls, combing the doll's braids and changing clothes, one after another, and they never got tired of it...... Xie Ning himself couldn't help but participate in it later, and ordered Qingmei to open the cabinet and take out the newly acquired hairpins and headbands to decorate those delicate and changeable buns.

Qinghe listened to Fang Shanggong talk about the truths that she had never heard others say before. The higher the hair is not combed, the better, the more jewelry is not the better, and the clothes are certainly not as bright as possible.

Fang Shanggong grabbed a handful of flower hairpins in his hand, and said in a sneering tone: "Look at it, if you have such a handful of things on your head, what does it look like?" ”

Everyone in the house looked at the hairpin, and Qingmei said tentatively: "It looks like a needle." ”

It's like that.

Tao Feng also had the courage to say: "The slave maid thinks that it is like the hawthorn string that sells sugar, and the grass target carried by the candy seller." ”

Xie Ning couldn't stop laughing.

This metaphor is more vivid, the hairpin looks a bit like a sugar gourd string, and the grass target is also quite like a human head.

Fang Shanggong also smiled: "Funny, right? But there are people who stick their heads in like this, and I've seen them with my own eyes. ”

Qinghe felt that she should have seen it, but she couldn't remember who it was.

Thankfully, she hadn't dressed her master like that yet. First, the master used to be of low rank, but he was just a talented person. Second, the master's temperament does not like to be public, and he is never willing to comb the kind of hair that is more than a foot high, and he is even more unwilling to put a full set of jewelry hairpins on his body.

Qinghe used to think that the reason why nobles were valuable was that they naturally had to dress differently from others. But these days, she gradually understood that a noble person with real status does not need to wear gold and silver to call slaves and maids to show his identity. For example, the emperor, when he came the last time, he only wore a blue regular clothes, who dares to say that the emperor is poor and can't afford to wear it or doesn't deserve it?

It's the same with your own master. In the past, she was a talented person without favor, and no one would respect her when she wore luxurious new clothes. But now it's different, even if the master goes out in a coarse shirt and pants, it is guaranteed that some people praise simplicity and generosity, and maybe some people will imitate it and wear it like this.

This is not a joke, now many people are quietly inquiring about what Xie Meiren wears, what she usually likes to do, and even what she usually eats.

They imagined that Xie Meiren was as beautiful as her, and they looked forward to being favored by this, and even felt that if they ate and rested like her, they would also have the hope of being pregnant with a dragon seed.

It was almost time for lunch, and Qinghe came out of the house with Tao Feng. Tao Feng's legs were weak, and he didn't know how he got out of the master's house. She held a few flower hairpins in her hand and a few pairs of small silver earrings, wrapped under a handkerchief.

These are all rewarded by the master, let her take it back and share it with her fellow housemates.

It's not a very valuable thing, but it's a rare face! The new palace maids were not familiar with each other before, and they were transferred from several places, and they were usually wary and defensive when they got along. But in the Lingering Fragrance Pavilion, they were all the same, all newcomers, and they were not accepted by the palace maid Qinghe and the eunuch leader Hu Rong, and Xie Meiren did not recognize them.

But it will be fine later.

Tao Feng held those jewelry, feeling his heart pounding, as if he was carrying a rabbit in his chest.

She thought it would get better and better in the future.

When the emperor came up, the things spread out on the table had not yet been completely put away, and the butterfly-shaped hairpins were made of different shapes, which were beautiful, as if the footsteps would frighten them to flap their wings and fly up.

Looking at a large piece of shiny and magnificent jewelry on the table, Shainin was only wearing a plain jacket that was a little gray. It's just that the shoulder armpits and the front placket have thin edges inlaid with rose purple cloud brocade. Such a plain dress is inlaid with such delicate and gorgeous edges, and the emperor has never seen such clothes.

Xie Ning's salute was not finished, but he was held by the emperor's hand: "Didn't you say that you don't move so easily?" The rite is exempted. ”

Xie Ning smiled and invited him to take a seat, Qinghe brought tea up, and Xie Ning opened a box and put the butterfly hairpin back like it.

The emperor picked up a stick: "What were you doing in the house just now?" Why is there such a piece? ”

"Qinghe is learning to comb his bun from Fang Shanggong."

The butterfly hairpin in the emperor's hand is very delicate, and the delicate butterfly wings tremble slightly, looking as if it is alive.

He compared the hairpin in his hand with Xie Ning's sideburns, and felt that the butterfly hairpin with colorful wings was also very compatible with this Yunqing silk.

The emperor hesitated: "Why don't you seem to have seen you wear these?" ”

Xie Ning took the hairpin and shook it vigorously, and the butterfly wings swayed even more.

"I'm afraid that this will hook the hair strands, and it will definitely be torn."

The emperor understood at once. Just as he would not wear a jade bead crown at the court meeting on weekdays, the dangling beads not only blocked the view, but also sometimes touched the forehead and the back of the neck.

Even when he was close to the concubines of the harem, there were things that were almost scratched by hairpins and headdresses.

The emperor took one of her hands and hooked her sleeve carefully: "Why do you think of using cloud brocade to set the edge of this jacket?" It looks chic. ”

This jacket looks old, but the new clothes are completely different after one water, and you can see it at a glance. But the cloud brocade inlaid with it is still brilliant, and it should be inlaid with it.

"As soon as I heard the emperor, I knew that you hadn't seen how ordinary people lived at home." Xie Ningjiao sneered and pulled her sleeves back: "If a piece of clothing is reduced in size after washing, the sleeves are short, or worn out, you can't sew and splice it so you can wear it again." ”

The emperor also saw that she was joking. With Xie Ning's rank and grace today, how could she still need worn, old clothes. So the emperor also answered: "Even if your jacket is brand new, it is not worth the value of the Yunjin that was put together after these few pieces, it is really a loss of watermelon and sesame seeds." ”

Xie Ning said with a smile: "What the emperor said is, but these small pieces of cloud brocade are leftovers from tailoring, and nothing is enough." It just so happened that Fang Shanggong said that this jacket was too plain, so he used the leftover leftovers. ”

Xie Ning didn't know what other concubines talked about when they were with the emperor, poetry and songs? Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting? Or even a major event in the court?

But she thought, shouldn't the emperor just discuss some family shortcomings with others like this?

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I was not in good shape today, and my stomach hurt badly. I'll add more tomorrow.