Mu Xingzhi stood by the window, looking down at the freshly baked "Silkworm Baby" and her head full of jewelry, and said helplessly: "Even if you don't change your clothes, at least take off those on your head? Aren't you worried about getting hurt if you sleep like this?"

"..." Su Qingluan felt a sharp pain in her head after hearing what Mu Xingzhi said.

Naturally, there weren't many high-end pillow materials like elastic foam and memory foam back then. Many people used hard materials like porcelain and wood. Even relatively soft "pillow cores" were mostly made of straw or rice husks—Muxingzhijia's pillows were made with rice husks.

Although this kind of pillow won't cause a "craniotomy" on the head if you're not careful like a porcelain pillow, it naturally doesn't have any extra elasticity. So when Su Qingluan lay on it with all the jewelry clinking on her head, it felt like she was giving her entire head a strong massage.

But because today is her wedding, and it is also the year of her coming of age, Su Qingluan's hair accessories have several hairpins to fix her bun, and the ends of many of them are very sharp.

Su Qingluan had lived alone in her previous life, and in this life, she had been living in her own room. Although she had shared a room with Liu Yunniang and her younger sister Su Xueyan, their sleep quality was so good that even thunder wouldn't wake them up, so there was no reference value.

In other words, in theory, Su Qingluan felt that her sleeping posture and quality were very good, but in reality there was no reliable evidence to prove this.

After thinking about it, in order to prevent her head from becoming a "sewing kit" when she woke up the next day, she sat down in front of the dressing table and started to take off the things on her head one by one.

However, when Su Qingluan was styling her hair, someone else did it for her, so she naturally didn't think much of it. But when she was taking her hair off, Su Qingluan sighed: This ancient bun is really too difficult to take off!

In her previous life, when Su Qingluan occasionally attended formal occasions, she had also asked a styling salon to do her hair, but it was far from this complicated. Later, she gradually lost her patience and simply started to pull her hair down.

The result was naturally counterproductive. After all, each hair accessory has its own way of wearing. Many hair accessories need to be braided and wrapped around the braids multiple times before they can be fixed on the hair. Su Qingluan's forcible pulling not only sacrificed more of her hair, but also made the hair accessories a mess, and they were stuck on her head and couldn't be removed.

On an early autumn night, the sound of insects chirping could be heard outside the quiet window. It was originally very pleasant to the ear, but after Su Qingluan's tossing and turning, she felt hot all over and broke out in a thin layer of sweat, and felt a little restless.

Suddenly, Su Qingluan felt a soft and warm touch on the top of her head. Su Qingluan realized belatedly that it was Mu Xingzhi's hand gently holding the top of her head.

She subconsciously wanted to turn back, but Mu Xingzhi gently held her still: "Don't move, I'll help you remove this comb."

"You're a grown man, and you know how to disassemble these jewels? Hiss..." Su Qingluan couldn't help but gasp as her hair was pulled so hard that it hurt.

Mu Xingzhi glanced at the direction of the washbasin and said meaningfully, "Qingluan probably thinks she's so beautiful that she goes out with no makeup and disdains to dress up. When it comes to makeup, I'm probably better at it."

"She is so beautiful that she can make fish sink to the bottom of the water and geese fall to the ground..." Although Su Qingluan knew that her appearance in this life was not bad, she still felt a little hot on her face when a beautiful woman whispered in her ear that she was so beautiful that she could make fish sink to the bottom of the water and geese fall to the ground in an almost tender voice.

But being good at makeup... Su Qingluan looked at the basin of water where the disguise was placed, raised her head and gave full affirmation: "The makeup you changed not only hides your original appearance, but also makes it impossible for people to associate it with the same person. It also makes full use of your original facial contours, and it even looks more natural than some people who just put on makeup directly."

Not only that, to be fair, Su Qingluan felt that Mu Xingzhi's disguise skills were even equivalent to those of a senior makeup artist.

As we all know, the most advanced makeup is not about wearing heavy makeup, using exaggerated eyeliner to enlarge the eyes, using deep lip liner to change the lip shape, and using thick concealer to cover all the facial wrinkles and fine lines...

Truly advanced makeup techniques are those that can make full use of each person's facial features. Even after applying makeup, it may look like only light makeup at first glance, but it is actually several levels more attractive than usual.

Although Mu Xingzhi went against the grain, he also fully grasped the essence of it. "Mu Xingzhi" actually bore some resemblance to his real face, but this degree of "resemblance" didn't lead one to suspect a connection between the two—after all, people with the same facial features would always have some similarities in appearance.

Just like the so-called "Hong Kong style beauties" in the entertainment industry in the previous life, they are actually all of the same type, and strictly speaking, these beauties are more or less similar.

However, no one is so crazy as to think that these beauties have any connection or blood relationship. There are indeed many people with similar styles.

Mu Xingzhi was carefully separating several tangled strands of hair. He smiled slightly when he heard Su Qingluan's words: "It seems that Qingluan is not unfamiliar with makeup, but she just disdains it."

"It's natural. If I hadn't gotten married, whether I had reached the age of 15 or not, I wouldn't have worn such a complicated bun." Su Qingluan said as a matter of course.

"I didn't realize Qingluan actually took this marriage so seriously," Mu Xingzhi's fingers darted through Su Qingluan's hair as nimbly as a swimming fish. He took down the fine yellow wood comb carved with colorful clouds chasing the moon and placed it in Su Qingluan's hand. He then continued to remove another hollow hairpin for her. "I'm really touched."

Su Qingluan felt the man's breath on her back, making her face increasingly hot. To prevent herself from becoming truly infatuated, Su Qingluan tried to speak in a businesslike tone, "Of course I care. I've carefully reviewed the betrothal gift list. 'Husband,' you're very generous. Seeing such a large price, I naturally have to be more professional."

"That's really hard for Qingluan." Mu Xingzhi nodded with a smile.

"Of course it's difficult," Su Qingluan sighed, "This is considered 'maintaining my external image'. If I dress too poorly today, people won't laugh at my family's poverty, after all, the business is there. But they might notice that you're a son-in-law."

Even if Mu Xingzhi is well-read and elegant, what does it matter? To many secular onlookers who don't know the truth, it's just a poor boy with a weak body and no money who married the wealthy proprietress of "Su Ji".

Although wealthy people look down on businessmen, for ordinary people, Brother Kong Fang is more important than any poetry or books by sages - after all, the words of sages and their books are not something you can eat!