Su Qingluan didn't have time to mess with her hairstyle, so she just put on a coat and settled down. She returned to her room feeling relaxed, and then she looked at her two large boxes of clothes, feeling a little worried.

In fact, to be fair, although Su Qingluan usually appears in men's clothing, it is only because it is more convenient to wear men's clothing when she is running around outside.

But this doesn't mean that Su Qingluan doesn't like all kinds of beautiful women's dresses. On the contrary, she is sometimes quite conceited - after all, she has a mother with great craftsmanship. After Yang's living standards improved in the Su family and she no longer had to worry about food and clothing, she became more and more free in nature, thinking every day about how to design beautiful clothes for her children, especially her two daughters.

So, in addition to three or four sets of men's clothing, the rest of the two large wooden boxes in front of him were ready-made clothes that Yang had bought for Su Qingluan in the past few years, or clothes that she had designed for her, as well as various accessories.

From the headbands, hairpins, and combs on the head, to the collars and necklaces on the neck, to the belts and forbidden steps, as well as the accessories such as sachets, sandalwood folding fans, and colorful handkerchiefs... there are so many.

It’s just that Su Qingluan was always busy before and had little time to carefully study the little gadgets that Yang gave her, so before she knew it, she had a lot of these things.

Although it does not reach the level of "piled like a mountain" and the materials are not very expensive, the patterns and designs are ingenious, and Su Qingluan likes it very much.

She looked at this, touched that, liked everything she saw, and wanted to try them all on. She was almost dazzled by the choices.

But thinking about the trouble of taking care of these things, Su Qingluan immediately calmed down: Do you still want to bother with food? Do you still want to move freely?

With this in mind, Su Qingluan finally chose a set of narrow-sleeved tops and half-sleeves, and an eight-ripped skirt underneath. The hem of the skirt was not too long to drag on the ground, but just reached the instep.

Looking at the whole set, the half-sleeves are light red, the lower skirt is crimson, and the narrow-sleeved long gown inside is apricot yellow. It looks festive for a newlywed, and has a very "autumn feel" in autumn. It's just the hairstyle at the end that makes Su Qingluan scratch her head.

Since she traveled through time, Su Qingluan has been wearing a man's bun most of the time. It's very simple, she just needs to imitate the bun from her previous life.

Even if she occasionally wears women's clothes, the first thing that comes to mind is Yang's mastery of hair-dos, with double buns, small buns, double ring buns... whatever is playful and cute.

Even if Su Qingluan needs to do it herself occasionally, the hairstyles of unmarried women here are all combed on both sides. If that is not possible, they will comb a "bun" on each side. Here, there is also a more fashionable name for it called "flower bud head".

In any case, buns on both sides are relatively simple.

But unlike the previous life, regardless of whether one is married or not, one can have any hairstyle, be a "Shamatte" or non-mainstream woman. In this era, there is a clear distinction between married and unmarried women in their hairstyle.

Women who went out would usually put their hair in a bun and wrap it with cloth to prevent it from falling. Yang even taught Su Qingluan how to style it at home.

It’s a pity that Su Qingluan felt that the hairstyle was very strange. Not to mention whether it looked good or not, the key point was that it was not very comfortable - because in order to ensure that the headscarf could tightly wrap the hair and prevent the hair from suddenly falling down during activities such as strenuous running, the hair would be made very tight, pulling the scalp and hurting.

The most important thing was that Su Qingluan only heard the general idea of ​​the hairstyle for the "married woman" and did not understand it in detail. She only heard two basic requirements:

First, no matter what, a married woman must wear a hairpin on her head, no matter it is made of gold, silver, copper, iron, or even wood, even a chopstick will do; second, a married woman's hair bun is different from that of a young girl, which must be combed on both sides, but in a single bun at the back of the head.

Su Qingluan studied it for a long time, and finally went crazy. She used a brass hairpin decorated with only a pearl to casually make a simple hairstyle on the back of her head. Of course, she couldn't tell what it meant. She just wanted to be able to fix the hairpin, and then went out.

As she walked, Su Qingluan muttered: "Why do married women wear hairpins?" This one was pinned stiffly at the back of her head. It wasn't a big deal for a short time, but over time, the pain at the back of her head started to grow—although it was still tolerable at the moment.

After all, in her previous life and in the more than two years since she traveled through time in this life, Su Qingluan had never dealt with high-end things like "hairpins", so it was understandable that she was not familiar with them.

Although it was her first time staying here, Su Qingluan could basically say that she was familiar with Mu Xing's house, not to mention that the hall in front was so familiar to her that it couldn't be more familiar.

It's just that she had always been here as a guest before, but this time, although there was an element of cooperation, she was also the owner of this place. Although the house was still the same house, Su Qingluan's mood was subtly different.

Su Qingluan did not hide the sound of her footsteps - what's more, according to Su Qingluan's weak fighting skills, even if she deliberately lightened her footsteps, she could be noticed by the two people in the room a hundred meters away.

When Su Qingluan entered the front hall, she saw Mu Xingzhi and his servant in a sunny room, with light shining in from outside the window panes.

At this time, Mu Xingzhi had already taken a seat at the table. Even when there were only the master and servant together, Song Bo had no intention of overstepping his bounds and just stood beside them very respectfully.

The two of them must be talking about something light-hearted, because they both had slight smiles on their faces. Mu Xingzhi slightly raised his head, while Song Bo leaned forward slightly, listening attentively to what Mu Xingzhi was saying.

Two bowls of yellowish porridge, probably millet porridge, were already placed on the table before them. In front of each bowl was a jujube paste bun—each bun had a jujube on top, like a ruby ​​on a mountaintop, a very festive sight.

As for the six plates of side dishes, Su Qingluan couldn't see them clearly because they were still some distance away, but the red and green color combination was enough to whet her appetite.

Su Qingluan, who hadn't eaten much since yesterday, suddenly felt her stomach rumbling.

"Good morning, both of you!" Su Qingluan unconsciously quickened her pace and walked towards Mu Xingzhi and Song Bo who were talking.

When Mu Xingzhi heard Su Qingluan's words, he turned and looked at her: "Qingluan, good morning. Song Bo prepared breakfast, please sit down and have some."

Song Bo also stood up straight at this time, turned and bowed slightly towards Su Qingli, and said in a very gentle voice: "Madam, good morning."

Husband...husband...wife?!

Su Qingluan, who had slept in the same bed with Mu Xingzhi all night last night without feeling uncomfortable, felt her cheeks slightly hot at this moment because of the change in the name Song Bo.