She subconsciously raised her hand and smelled her arm, but smelled nothing.
Aunt Xu saw it and smiled.
"You can't smell it with that nose of yours."
Hearing this, Yang Zhao froze for a moment, then she pretended nothing had happened and put down her arm: "Aunt Xu, don't joke."
"I'm not kidding you."
Aunt Xu tapped her nose and said, "You know what my nose looks like. Your mother praised it as the strongest...dog nose."
There was an inexplicable hint of pride in her tone about the nickname "Dog Nose".
Yang Zhao was silent.
Aunt Xu looked at her and asked with a smile: "Tell me, what's going on? Why do you smell like a man? Did you spend time with a man last night? How did it feel?"
Those bold words made Yang Zhao choke.
"Aunt Xu!"
"Okay, okay, if you don't want to tell me, then don't tell me. I won't force you to tell me."
"Aunt Xu has to tell you that if you really want to find a husband in the future, I suggest you just find a son-in-law, or you can find a few young men you like to be your lovers. There is no need to marry into another family. It's not worth it..." Thinking of the Shen family, Aunt Xu wanted to slap them to death.
A human-like thing.
She really wasted six years of her little Ah Zhao's life.
Yang Zhao smiled helplessly.
"I don't plan to get married again." I have no intention of finding a son-in-law.
“Yes, yes, I won’t marry you.”
"Aunt Xu will look for one for you later. I will get you one that is pretty, cute and obedient. You can keep it for fun then. If you don't like it, you can just replace it." Aunt Xu said with sparkling eyes.
Yang Zhao: “…”
"But before that, the fragrance on your body is a problem." Aunt Xu touched her chin and said.
"Any questions?"
"It's not a big problem, it's just..."
"Not only will you not be able to put on makeup for the next six months, but you'll also smell like incense. You know, great monks always have some kind of 'miracle' after they pass away. For example, some monks' bodies don't decay for a long time after passing away, or their corpses emit a lingering scent of sandalwood, or they attract birds, snakes, and insects to worship them..."
To create momentum!
This is especially true in royal temples.
"You've got this incense on you, and I don't know what kind it is. Who knows what kind of wonders might happen. Stay home for the next two days. I'll try to think of a way to get rid of it."
"good."
But that afternoon.
Someone came from the palace and asked Wei to bring the female members of her family to attend the Buddha worship banquet hosted by the Empress Dowager tomorrow.
Yes.
Buddha worship banquet.
A whole new kind of banquet.
The imperial edict specifically stated that the female members of the family should be brought along, and Yang Zhao was naturally included.
The next day.
Wei looked at Yang Zhao, who was wearing no makeup, and a hint of dissatisfaction flashed across her face. She was about to say something, but when she saw the aunt of the Yang family sitting next to her, she quickly shut her mouth.
"Let's go."
Wei has been "imprisoned" for more than half a month.
Ever since Madam Wei was taken away that day, she was forbidden to leave the side courtyard. Every day, Aunt Yang would come to her and talk all kinds of nonsense, which made her feel scared whenever she saw Aunt Yang.
I just want to leave quickly.
Aunt Yang stopped her, "Why are you in such a hurry?"
Wei paused.
Turning back, he looked at Aunt Yang and said with a curl of his lips, "Aunt, this is a banquet hosted by the Queen Mother. We can't delay it."
"You also know that this is a banquet hosted by the Queen Mother."
Aunt Yang looked at Wei, dressed in gorgeous clothes and heavy makeup, and didn't know what to say to her. She said in a deep voice, "Have you any brains? The eunuch said yesterday that the Empress Dowager was hosting a banquet to worship Buddha. Don't you understand the meaning of the word 'worship Buddha'? You're dressed so extravagantly, do you look like you're going to worship Buddha?"
Wei subconsciously lowered her head and glanced at her clothes.
It is indeed quite gorgeous.
But it can’t be said to be fancy at all!!
Which noble lady in the entire capital city didn't dress like this? And because it was a 'Buddha worship' banquet, she deliberately chose a dark-colored one.
"Okay, it seems you don't know how to choose clothes either."
"Old lady, take her to choose a new piece of clothing, and remove some of the heavy makeup on her face." Aunt Yang directly instructed her eldest daughter-in-law.
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Liu smiled and nodded: "Okay, mother-in-law."
"I'm fine like this..."
Even though Wei was unwilling, she had no choice but to be forcibly dragged away by Liu.
Wait until she comes back again.
There was only a thin layer of makeup on her face, which could not hide the dark circles and haggardness under her eyes. Her clothes were changed into a gray color without any gorgeous gold threads, but the fabric was also good.
It just doesn’t give people any sense of luxury.
"That's good."
Aunt Yang nodded with satisfaction.
Wei's face was extremely dark.
She just looked in the bronze mirror, what a shit, she was just dressed like an old maid, with just a layer of powder on her face. Even a dead person wouldn't dare to put on makeup like that, and that Mrs. Liu even had her nail polish removed, how could she go out and meet people?
This old woman must have done it on purpose.
"Okay, let's go out."
Wei stood still.
Aunt Yang raised her eyebrows: "You don't want to go?"
"That's perfect, just pretend to be sick and let Ah Zhao take Xi'er..."
"I'll go."
Wei interrupted Aunt Yang and said, "I, I didn't say I wouldn't go."
As she spoke, Wei hurried over and took Xier's hand: "Come on, grandma will hold your hand."
Xier glanced at Yang Zhao, then followed him obediently.
In the carriage.
Wei glanced at Yang Zhao who was coming up from behind. Her expression was not very good, but she was very tactful and did not say anything. She just turned her head away as if she didn't want to look at her.
Yang Zhao didn't care either.
After sitting down, she took a hot water bottle from Dong Shuang's hand.
The hot water bottle is cold.
Aunt Xu hadn't returned yet, and she wasn't sure if the fragrance on her body would cause any trouble, so she tried her best to not get too hot or sweaty...
"Pretentious!"
Wei took a glance and couldn't help but whispered.
Hearing this, Yang Zhao looked at her.
Seeing Yang Zhao looking at her, Wei's heart shrank, but she soon remembered something and straightened her neck slightly:
"What are you looking at? Did I say something wrong? It's already April, how cold can it be? And you're still holding a hot water bottle, what else is that but pretentious!"
Yang Zhao looked at her and slowly raised his lips: "After the stepmother left, she has become more confident in her words. It seems that the stepmother feels that after this trip, she can find new support..."
Wei's face stiffened slightly.
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