Hot water was constantly boiling in the kitchen, and Song Huiyue felt like she had peeled off a layer of skin in the bathtub. When she came out, someone applied oil and powder to her, making her smell fragrant.
Song Huiyue sat in front of the bronze mirror, feeling that her fragrance was unparalleled in the world, and sneezed heavily.
The woman who was holding her face came forward with a smile on her face, said auspicious words to Song Huiyue, took out a big red cotton thread, and trimmed her eyebrows.
Her face suddenly felt burning pain. She looked at herself in the mirror and felt very strange.
It was as if her childishness had faded away in an instant, her face was smooth and rosy, her temples were smooth, and her thick eyebrows had been pulled back in half, turning into thin arched eyebrows.
The mother-in-law is still using the cock to roll her face.
Only at this time did she feel that she was really going to get married.
There was a slight heat and pain on her face. She opened her eyes wide and saw Mrs. Song's red eyes, Mrs. Xie and Mrs. Li smiling.
After finishing her face, the mother-in-law took out facial oil and lip oil and applied them layer by layer on her face.
Song Huiyue had a shiny face, and her eyelashes were all smeared on her face in the blink of an eye.
She couldn't help but reach out and scratch it.
The mother-in-law quickly grabbed her hand and said, "Madam, you can't wipe it. When you get up early tomorrow morning and wash it off, you will be like a chicken that has been peeled off the shell."
Song Huiyue had no choice but to stop her hands and sit stiffly, not daring to move.
After finally finishing the work, Mrs. Song and Mrs. Xie stood up and sent the women out, while Mrs. Li stayed in the room and said some thoughtful words to Song Huiyue.
"...You must serve your husband well, take good care of your mother-in-law, and you must not be bullied..."
Song Huiyue nodded repeatedly as she listened.
Mrs. Li laughed at her again: "Why don't you cry?"
When she got married, she cried hard for two nights.
Song Huiyue really had no tears to shed, so she could only giggle: "Save it for tomorrow."
Li Shi quietly squeezed her palm: "There is another important matter. Your mother asked me to talk to you... that is tomorrow night..."
When she came out, her face was red and unnatural, but Song Huiyue looked normal and walked her all the way to the door.
When Li's sedan chair left, she rolled up her sleeves and let out a small breath of cold air.
It's great that everything has settled.
This room was warm and lively, but Luo Huiniang in the other room felt the chill of late autumn thoroughly.
She was wrapped in a thin brocade quilt, sneezed loudly, and listened to the maid complaining that there was no hot water.
How come there is no hot water? The Luo family is not that poor yet.
In other words, she is the only one in this family who is shabby. Other than her parents and brothers, they all have fine clothes, fine food, high beds and soft pillows.
Last time the eldest brother and the third master of the Qi family went out for an autumn outing, and ended up going to Guifangliguanba and lost more than a hundred taels.
Enough for her to make a big box of new clothes.
She flattered Qi Yu like a filial son, was a lowly person to Yan Youwei, and knelt down to Yue Huaiyu. Was it because she wanted to?
It's not because a little gold and pearls leaked out of their hands, which were enough to decorate her appearance for a long time.
She wanted to catch Huang Wenqiu with all her heart, and she did not hesitate to have a private meeting under the moonlight. In addition to Huang Wenqiu being nice, it was also because he was the only one in the family and everything belonged to him. If she married him, everything would be hers.
No one is competing with you, this kind of life must be very happy.
Thinking of this, she felt a pain in her heart, and was stabbed hard by the words Huang Wenqiu.
Huang Wenqiu will marry Song Huiyue tomorrow, and it is impossible for her to be a concubine. This man - and his gold and silver will never belong to her again.
Without Huang Wenqiu, who would be so infatuated with her.
She huddled in the quilt, fingering a piece of paper under the pillow.
The paper was very cold, but there were two big red seals on it. They were tea guides from Fuzhou, and they could transport twelve kilograms of fine tea, which showed how hot they were.
There are nine more such tea guides, which are not in her hand, but she can get them as long as she stretches out her hand.
But there is a price to pay.
She thought over and over again, almost to the point of burning inside her from the torture, but her hands and feet were still cold.
There was a banging sound outside, and it turned out that she had fallen asleep in a daze, and it was already the second watch.
Second update!
There is no time to hesitate any longer.
She sat up suddenly, her heart pounding, and without time to think, she got off the bed barefoot, pulled on her shoes and went to get dressed.
The sound of a maid turning over came from outside the fan.
She immediately relaxed her hands and feet, held her breath, and waited for a moment. When she heard the maid's snoring, she moved her hands and feet and put on her clothes.
She had already bribed this maid, but she must not let her know what she was going to do tonight.
Little by little, she opened the door latch, pushed the door outward, opened a gap, turned herself into a wandering spirit, and slipped out lightly.
Dark clouds covered the moon, the night was dark, and the darkness opened its mouth to devour her.
She walked out in a familiar manner. At this time, she saw two women on night watch walking under the verandah from a distance, carrying two red gauze lanterns, one behind the other, floating, as if the house had given birth to two blood-red lanterns.
Big eyes are another kind of terror.
When the lights dimmed, she quietly ran out again. As she walked through the garden, she stepped on the soft soil and suddenly felt that she was stepping on the belly of the house.
And she is the worm trapped in its body.
She mustered up her courage and took one step after another to get out of here.
The late night wind started to get cold, and she only brought a tea drink and the only good thing she got from her parents - beauty.
In the darkest corner outside the corner door, stood a man wearing a soap-colored shirt, holding an umbrella, and had been waiting here for a long time.
Only then did Luo Huiniang realize that it was drizzling.
She gritted her teeth, shuddered greatly, and walked over: "I'm coming."
The man's face was hidden under the umbrella, and he wrapped a cloth around his mouth and chin, and wore a thin cloak. When the cold wind passed by, a faint scent of powder came from his body.
He didn't say anything, turned around and left.
The sound of "tap-tat" footsteps resounded in the streets, and the people in front became part of the night, like wandering ghosts, coming to lure Huiniang's soul.
Luo Huiniang trembled with fright and stopped moving forward, as if she had really seen a ghost.
The man noticed that she was not following her, so he turned around and waved.
Luo Huiniang cautiously took a step forward, then quickly followed her with a quick stride.
The two of them walked quickly in the darkness, one behind the other.
The rain was as fine as cow hair, clinging to hair and clothes, quietly seeping into skin, flesh and bones, chilling people to the bone.
Luo Huiniang discovered for the first time that late autumn in Tanzhou was so cold.
She was cold and scared, so scared that her internal organs were tangled together and biting each other. Fortunately, this road was a road she often walked, and she could go all the way to Huang Wenqiu's place.
But when they didn't reach Huang Wenqiu's door, they only stopped at the corner of the street.
Huang Wenqiu was led out by someone else.
"Huiniang?" Huang Wenqiu was still holding a lantern, and saw Luo Huiniang's face full of surprise.
After the surprise, there is love.
"Wenqiu!" Luo Huiniang sobbed and threw herself into Huang Wenqiu's arms.