Anle's little heart was racing with a thousand alpacas, and she finally seemed to understand that there was no aesthetics in this era!
She finally understood why no one thought her aunt was an oddball, even though her outfit made her look like a moth flitting about.
So all these rich young ladies are the same!
Of course, her aunt's body was too fat to fly; even if she had wings, she probably still wouldn't be able to take off.
His gaze lingered on the embroidery of the 'gorgeous' dress, lost in thought—
However, the embroidery pattern on the clothes looks quite good. These handmade embroidered items are more exquisite than those produced by embroidery machines, and I didn't see any loose threads or anything like that.
Anle stared intently at the rich young lady being supported by two maids, admiring her magnificent plum blossom embroidered dress and jewelry.
Seemingly afraid that his understanding was too limited by this young lady, he glanced at the young ladies and gentlemen around him, focusing on the embroidery patterns on their clothes, and finally gained a superficial understanding of the clothing embroidery patterns in this place.
What she really wanted to examine was the makeup, since her specialty was cosmeceuticals. However, since all the ladies were wearing veils or masks when they went out, she couldn't see anything clearly at all, so she decided to give up for the time being.
Let's talk about it another time!
Feeling someone tugging at her sleeve, Anle looked up and met Anning's gaze. "What's wrong, Fourth Sister?"
Anning whispered a reminder to Anle.
"Although these ladies are dressed nicely, you shouldn't keep staring at them. Your eyes are glued to them!"
Didn't you see the maid next to that person glaring at you? She probably thinks you're a pickpocket.
Anle was dumbfounded. "Huh?! I only glanced at it a couple of times, so what? How did I become a pickpocket?"
Besides, when did she ever say that these ladies were dressed nicely?
From her aesthetic point of view, these women's clothes are really devoid of any beauty; all she can see is a sense of age and era!
This is absolutely not in line with her aesthetic sense.
However, for the sake of her future plans, she needed to visit these clothing stores, jewelry stores, cosmetics stores, and the like.
This woman's money is the easiest to earn.
Especially for wealthy and beauty-conscious women.
"Fourth sister, their clothes are not nice at all."
An Ning rolled her eyes. "Alright, alright, stop being so stubborn. If you like it, just say so. Why won't you admit it? But even if we like it, we don't have the money to buy it, so we can only look at it!"
Anle blinked speechlessly: "..." Uh, she was serious.
Why does no one ever believe the truth she tells? Here, she truly has absolutely no credibility!
We bickered with Anning all the way up to the temple steps, which were numerous and winding.
Anle followed the winding path for ten minutes before finally reaching the vermilion gate of the temple in the distance.
But because there were so many people coming to worship, the line stretched all the way to this side of the bridge—no, to be precise, they actually knelt all the way to this side of the bridge to worship on the spot.
Then Anle watched as Qiao Qiuniang took an incense burner out of the basket she was carrying on her arm.
He grabbed a handful of incense ash from a wooden bucket by the roadside, put it in the incense burner, inserted the incense he had bought into the burner, lit it, and then dragged her and Ankang down to kneel and kowtow.
Seeing Anle's blank expression, Anjing smiled and knelt down, whispering in Anle's ear.
"Such a grand occasion happens every year; it's nothing new."
Anle blinked, looking completely at him. If all these people were to wait to go in and pay their respects, it would take forever!
This method is not bad.
It's a pity she couldn't go inside the temple; she wanted to visit it. Just as she was thinking this, a large hand pressed down on her head and shoved it to the ground.
Anle secretly glanced at An Mancang, who was pressing her head down in a sacrificial ceremony. His bronze face was filled with a fierce and devout look in his tiger-like eyes.
Anle curled her lip dismissively, her eyes darting around and glancing about. Her restless gaze finally settled on a young lady who was being helped away by a maid, her face flushed, as she hurriedly left.
The young lady's clothes weren't overly flamboyant, and it was precisely because they weren't flamboyant that the blood-red stain on her pale yellow dress behind her was so conspicuous.
Anle's eyes darted around, and she suddenly smiled. Oh, her first pot of gold here has arrived!
Anle, who had been helped up by An Mancang, suddenly clutched her stomach and cried out, "Big sister, big sister, my stomach hurts, please take me to the outhouse."
Anjing was stunned for a moment, never expecting that the girl would go to the toilet at this time. She looked up and glanced at Anmancang.
"Eldest brother, take her with you. Find us outside the temple in a bit. I'll stay outside with your mother and we'll sell handkerchiefs."
"Second brother, you and third brother stay here and guard the incense burner. Once the incense has burned out, put the burner away and then come back to find us." An Mancang said, picking up An Kang and leaving first with Qiao Qiuniang.
Before leaving, he glanced at Anle one last time, not forgetting to give her a word of advice.
"You must listen to your older sister properly, and you must not act recklessly or run around."
Anle was in a hurry to catch up with the people ahead. Before she could hear what Anmancang had to say, she grabbed Anjing and squeezed through the crowd and ran off.
Although she didn't know where the toilet was, she knew that the little maid in front of her would definitely be led by her maid to find the toilet first.
When your period comes and there's such a big blood stain on your clothes, it's no wonder you're rushing to the toilet.
Anjing watched with surprise as Anle darted towards the outhouse with practiced ease, and exclaimed in astonishment.
"Little sister, do you know where the outhouse is?" Didn't you fall on your head and forget everything?
"I don't know, but I know that young lady up ahead is definitely going to the outhouse."
"Huh?" An Jing was taken aback, and looked ahead in the direction An Le was pointing—
A young lady, shielded by her maid, was running hurriedly, her hasty and flustered manner startling An Jing.
She blinked, then seemed to understand something, and two little red clouds appeared on her face.
"That young lady, she wouldn't be—" The soft voice paused, then fell silent, glancing at Anle with a puzzled look. Her little sister was so young, yet she knew this?
Then he shook his head. No, he must have simply assumed that the young lady was just desperate to use the restroom, just like him!
"Big sister, wait here, I'll be right back."
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