Having been brought up by Yu Bolian since she was a child, Ye Qinglian knew the other party's character. She also knew that if she refused again, the other party would definitely call a few servants to hold her down and force the medicine into her mouth. Therefore, she sighed helplessly and said
Swallow the ginseng soup with medicine in one mouthful.
"Is this right?" Yu Bolian immediately smiled brightly, handed the soup bowl to the maid, and then personally supported Ye Qinglian's lower back, "Don't worry, it's just that you can't muster the strength to escape. After a few days, I'll
As soon as the medicine stops, you will be as light as before."
Not knowing what to say, Ye Qinglian simply closed her eyes and prepared to fall asleep. However, Yu Bolian put one hand on her lower back and the other on her arm, and dragged her to the side.
In front of the tall sterling silver dressing mirror, he said with a smile: "Sit down, be good, and master will help you clean up. You are a princess, and you must not be unkempt. Come here, bring me some face wash and mouthwash."
"Yes!" Two maids agreed in a low voice and quickly brought out warm face wash water and a porcelain bottle.
Yu Bolian directed them, first gargling Ye Qinglian's mouth with salt water in a porcelain bottle, and then waiting for Ye Qinglian to wash her face and hands. Finally, she placed Ye Qinglian on the chair facing the mirror, and patiently combed her long hair.
hair.
Her movements were very light, and her eyes were full of tenderness. She was combing and humming children's songs in a low voice, like a seven or eight-year-old girl trying to dress up a doll.
However, there were already a lot of wrinkles on her forehead, and the hair on her temples that had just been dyed a while ago was also turning gray again. Her ten fingers were dry and dull, like chicken feet. Compared with the luxurious and gorgeous furnishings around her,
The contrast between them makes people feel indescribably weird.
"Master is crazy!" Ye Qinglian shivered, and then her heart felt as painful as needles.
Even though Master Yu Bolian had just fed her Ruanjin Powder, he had stolen her out of a fire pit like a brothel and taught her all his skills!
Her mother died a long time ago, and her face is blurred in her memory. However, she still vividly remembers Yu Bolian's appearance when she was young, as well as all the care she took for her.
It can be said that to a certain extent, she has already regarded Yu Bolian as her mother. The person she is least willing to hurt, and is most attached to and trusts in her life is Yu Bolian.
And she, before last night, also firmly believed that Master Yu Bolian would not really hurt her. Even if she found that they were on different camps, she would still give the other party a chance to escape calmly.
"This is the most popular smokey bun in Bianliang City today. However, no girl can be as good-looking as my disciple." Yu Bolian's movements were very agile, and she quickly combed Ye Qinglian's hair neatly. Then she
, he casually took out a box of jewelry and inserted them one by one toward the latter's head.
Those jewelry pieces were all treasures, worth more than ten thousand yuan. However, Ye Qinglian was not in the mood to appreciate them at all. While letting Master Yu Bolian play with them at will, she was thinking hard about how to escape.
She was fed a bowl of ginseng soup with Ruanjin powder every day, and she didn't even have the strength to walk normally. How could she beat the servants and master Yu Bolian in the yard?
If she couldn't defeat her servant and master, it would be impossible for her to escape from the hermitage, deliver the news to Han Qing and ask for help. It was even less possible for her to find a skilled doctor to cure her master's madness!
"Come on, open your mouth and take a sip. This is the best cherry red color in Bianliang City. It is most suitable for my young children!" Just when I was thinking about it, my head was as big as a bucket, but my master Yu Bolian's words came to my ears again.
Immediately after the sound, a piece of "oral medicine" with the fragrance of mint was handed to her lips.
Ye Qinglian sighed and obeyed his master's orders obediently. He had no ability to resist and did not dare to resist.
The mad master can no longer cherish the relationship between master and disciple. Now he is just a doll in the eyes of the master.
And with Master's temper, anything he doesn't like will be destroyed. I'm afraid the same goes for his own doll.
"Look in the mirror and see if you are not satisfied with anything. If you are not satisfied, Master will help you paint again." Yu Bolian put away the "oral matchmaker" and raised her hand to pat Ye Qinglian's shoulder. (Note: oral matchmaker, ancient lipstick.)
Ye Qinglian raised her head helplessly and looked into the mirror, only to see a sickly beauty with a slightly sad face looking up at herself from the mirror.
And behind the sick beauty, standing was his master. His hair was full of pearls and green, and he was dressed in gold and silver, and he was elegant and noble.
"No, the color of the clothes is not good. It's unlucky for a girl to be dressed in blue!" Yu Bolian admired her disciple for a moment as if appreciating a work of art, and then shook her head with a smile.
Without waiting for Ye Qinglian to express her agreement, she had already turned to the maids and ordered, "Take my rouge skirt and rosy boots and put them on my disciples. Hurry!"
The maids agreed and hurriedly left. Soon, a set of bright red skirts and a pair of orange-red deerskin boots were brought from a special room next door.
Yu Bolian directed the maid to change Ye Qinglian's clothes. After the latter tidied up again, he pulled her back to the mirror, looked up and down, and asked the latter to join her in admiring it.
"Now, it's good. My Qing'er just responded to the poem, sweeping her eyebrows lightly and leaning towards Bianliang." As she said that, she circled around Ye Qinglian, her eyes full of fanaticism. "Wait a few times.
Oh my god, just wear this when you get married. Regardless of whether the groom is Han Qing or not, Master will make your wedding the most beautiful in the world."
"Master——" Ye Qinglian shouted in a low voice, not because of shyness or emotion, but because of the compassion that surged from the bottom of her heart.
She knew that the master had put on the wedding dress that she had saved for many years.
At this moment, in the eyes of Master, I am actually just a puppet.
Just like the doll in the hands of a girl, no matter how it is dressed up, it actually does not belong to the doll itself. It is all about the doll's own dreams.
"Don't be shy." Unaware of the pity in Ye Qinglian's voice, Yu Bolian raised her hand with a smile and pinched the other person's nose gently, "The male students are expected to get married, and the female students are expected to get married. How can a girl live alone all her life?"
Her nose was so pinched that two lines of tears immediately flowed from Ye Qinglian's eyes. Yu Bolian looked at it and smiled more and more obsessed, "Why are you crying? You should be happy to be able to marry the person you like? Oh?
, I understand, he doesn’t know you are here yet. Don’t be afraid, master will teach you how to write a letter. Yes, write a letter to him. I almost forgot.”
Turning around quickly, she took the pen and paper with her own hands, "Write a letter to him and ask him to be loyal to your master. Only in this way can we fly together with you. I said, you write. Master is the best at it. Do you know? Back then
Xu Ziling's letter to Han Qing was just me saying something and she writing something. In the end, Han Qing was so fascinated that she couldn't extricate herself!"
"Master, Zi Ling, Zi Ling..." Of course Ye Qinglian knew that many of Xu Ziling's letters to Han Qing were written under the guidance of Master.
Moreover, I heard Xu Ziling say in private that those letters had no effect at all. Instead, they made Han Qing mistakenly think that she just wanted to exchange poetry with him.
However, she did not dare to tell Yu Bolian this fact. She was afraid that if she said it, the other party would be hit too hard and his mind would lose the last trace of clarity.
"Don't be shy, as the art of war goes, play hard to get. You first..." Ye Qinglian couldn't hear what Yu Bolian said next.
She knew how she could ask Han Qing for help.
Smiling, she picked up the pen and wrote according to what her master dictated, without changing a word. She didn't waste any time or make any secret notes.
