Chapter Ninety-Three: Dreaming Back to Birth

Bao Huhua lights meet at night, and the makeup face is pink.

The weather was clear, the wind was smooth, and Ling An slept comfortably.

"Miss, which one should I wear today?" Yuzhu opened the door of the chest of drawers, looked at the layers of clothes, and asked Ling An, who was drawing his eyebrows in the mirror.

"It's just that it's easy to walk and not eye-catching, today's lantern will be a good sister, and you can't steal her limelight!" Ling An commanded.

She was worried a lot, Yuzhu was obviously dissatisfied, and stomped her feet angrily: "Miss, if you do this again, Mrs. should talk about me again!" "Ling An doesn't pay attention to dressing up, and it's not a day or two, and Yuzhu has been trained a lot for this.

At this time, Mama Yang walked in and said with a smile: "Miss should dress up more dedicatedly today, if the opportunity comes, maybe it can be a good thing again today!" "After all, there are often things like kissing and kissing, and the Huang family also has unmarried sons to accompany each other.

Yuzhu saw Mama Yang come in and had an extra helper, so he hurriedly struck while the iron was hot and asked Mama Yang to help.

"Mama, you have the best hair comb, hurry up and comb my young lady in a fashionable bun!" Yuzhu couldn't hide his excitement.

Seeing the situation, Ling An hurriedly hugged his head, "Trouble is dead!" I don't want it! But now it was up to her to say it, Yuzhu and Mama Yang were sandwiched on both sides, vowing to carve her elm wood into flowers.

Two hours passed......

Oh, my God!

"Miss, you are so beautiful!"

Oh, my God!!!

Ling An couldn't believe it, was this still himself?

Yuzhu hurriedly went to pick up the Jiuhua tent, helped Ling An out of the back room, and then called a small servant who was cleaning in the courtyard, found the largest bronze mirror, and held it away from a round table.

Only then did Ling An see himself clearly.

Wearing a crimson bandeau inside, an emerald green cardigan with a twig pattern on the outside, a smoke cage plum blossom baishui skirt behind him, and two round pearls falling on the high shoes under his feet, looming when walking.

Yuzhu drew two more horizontal cloud eyebrows for her, and her upper and lower lips were lit with crimson "dewdrops", "Whew!" She let out a hot breath and quickly pasted the gold leaf peony flower on Ling An's forehead.

"It's all here!" Yuzhu looked at Ling An and was quite satisfied.

Ling An pursed his lips lightly and smiled, and two small dimples appeared.

"Sister An'er's smile, I look like a red plum suddenly blooming in the snow!" Mama Yang did not hesitate to praise Ling'an on the side, and used all her literary talents to praise Ling'an.

Ling An was beautiful, and also praised Mama Yang: "It's still the best bun that Mama gave me!" ”

Yuzhu looked at Ling An for a long time, and always felt that something was missing, so he said "oh", and hurriedly ran into the house to get a cinnabar-colored cloak, and surrounded Ling An, "It's cold, go outside, it won't be cold now!" "Yuzhu is careful.

Ling Anxin was moved.

Someone was outside, and she heard the door creaking.

"Auntie, my wife is waiting for you, Huang Gongzi's appointment with our young lady is almost up!" The eldest aunt specially sent a small maid to urge.

Grandmother was sitting at the eldest aunt's house, she was too old to have inconvenient legs and feet, so she didn't go to join in the excitement, and the eldest uncle also took advantage of the excitement of the festival to be busy taking care of the store business, and he didn't go, so only the eldest aunt, Ling An, and the two brothers Ling Bo and Ling Chao were with him.

"I'll go with you!" Ling An responded, carefully lifted her skirt and went out of the house, and the little guy raised his eyes and saw that he was also stunned, "Auntie...... Auntie...... Quiet! He stammered before squeezing out a sentence.

Yuzhu couldn't help but snicker, and whispered in Ling An's ear: "Miss, you look at his appearance, it's like seeing a heavenly immortal descending to earth!" ”

Ling An suddenly felt a little worried, and said, "Wouldn't this be too dazzling?" Otherwise, I'd better go and change my body and go again? Seeing the situation, Yuzhu hurriedly stopped her and said hurriedly: "Miss, when we get there, we will stay away from Miss Qiao, it's okay!" ”

At this time, Mama Yang also persuaded on the side: "The two families have seen the small statue token beforehand, and this time they are also going through the motions, you can't hinder anything by accompanying each other, it's okay!" ”

Ling An looked at everyone, the girl who was sweeping looked at her with more eager eyes than usual, if she really went to change, she was really a little sorry for them!

She held her breath as Lian stepped into the prepared carriage. Yuzhu was in the same car with her.

The coachman first took Ling An and Yuzhu to join Sister Qiao'er's carriage, and then went to the Jiedong Market on Gongchen Street together, which is the most lively place in Hepingfang, and social juggling is a must in the city.

On the carriage, Ling Anxin jumped hard!

But it didn't take long for Ling An to be shouted to dismount.

It was the first time I stopped in front of the Duanjun Gate.

The red walls and green tiles, the bright lights hung one by one along the cornices and the central axis of the city roof, and the flow of people passed through the tall arches one after another, and hurried into the city. Some carry tea, some carry sugar gourds, and more go into the city to join in the fun......

"An'er!" The eldest aunt's carriage stopped in front and waved her over, and Ling An trotted over with Yuzhu.

I haven't seen the two brothers Ling Bo and Ling Chao for a long time, they seem to be tall again, and now they are both a head taller than Ling An.

"Sister An, you look so good today!" Ling Bo is a good talker, Ling An smiled embarrassedly, seeing Ling Qiao's dress, he was not inferior to her.

The Jin Chu'er hanging on her arm and the unicorn Yingluo on her neck are probably all treasures at the bottom of the box pressed by the eldest aunt.

"I'm just making a happy mood and wearing red, how can it compare to your eldest sister's beauty and refinement, like a hibiscus out of the water?" Seeing the situation, Ling An hurriedly picked up Ling Qiao, who was wearing a powder blue pleated skirt, and returned to Ling Bo with a smile.

Then he took Ling Qiao's hand and said with a smile: "Let's enter the city quickly, don't let people wait!" ”

The eldest aunt told Ling An that she had made an appointment with the Huang family to meet in the opera garden when Shen Shi. Ling An said "um", but he felt that the Huang family was a little strange, this was not a man and a woman, but the whole family went out and sat in the theater to watch the play together, and it couldn't help but feel noisy, and the plays that everyone likes to watch are different.

But Ling An thought about it, after all, this was something that Sister Qiao had agreed to, and he had something to say.

At the beginning of entering the city, the crowd is still scattered, the more along the lanterns to look forward, it is already a sea of people, go forward dozens of steps, the road is divided into both sides of the water and land, there is a canal carrying history flowing through, and later it was developed by the lively businessmen to watch the lanterns and enjoy the scenery, the best place to chant poetry, if Ling An remembers correctly, there should be more than ten lotus boats on the river.

Looking at the land side again, the delicious and fun is also endless, and the performers with a little craftsmanship have gathered a large number of people.

At the middle of the road is Liuchun Garden, Ling An's two sisters stopped, Ling An turned around and asked, "Auntie, where are the sons of the Huang family?" ”

"Wow! Isn't this coming? Liu Shi smiled from ear to ear, and raised his long eyebrows that flew obliquely into his sideburns, and Ling An signaled that he was looking at the way he came.

I saw three young men all holding paper fans, wearing flowing ink-colored robes, striding meteors, and coming towards them.