Chapter 89: Urging Makeup
According to the rules of Southern Yan, the concubine's formal dress is also a ceremonial dress with hairpins and ornaments.
However, the number of flower hairpins and flower ornaments cannot exceed nine.
It's just a ceremonial dress, you can't wear green, you have to wear red.
Zhu Huaizhen chose Nanhong because its color was not bright enough.
I heard that Chen Mingan did not object.
"Madam, the prince has instructed that you can only come out after six poems urging you to get ready have been recited." The servant beside Chen Mingan ran out of breath, looking very happy.
After hearing this, Zhu Huaizhen nodded slightly and signaled Tu Mi to give the servant a handful of golden melon seeds.
Ahem, the golden melon seeds were also prepared in advance by Chen Mingan.
Look at this despicable man. If he had treated Zhu Huaizhen half as well as he did, Zhu Huaizhen wouldn't have to hold a grudge against him and might even continue to be in love.
"Go back and tell your master, the eldest son, to remember to save the poem about fanning me." Zhu Huaizhen sighed helplessly.
In the past, she also expected that after the poem urging her to put on her makeup, there would be a poem to fan her, which would be quite glorious.
Now, she just wants to keep a low profile.
Unfortunately, Chen Mingan wanted to compete with her and was more and more high-profile.
It is said that you should apply rouge under the candlelight, and not act like a prostitute in front of the mirror. You don't need to put on too much makeup on your face, but leave your eyebrows to be painted.
This is the first poem urging people to put on makeup.
Chen Mingan wanted to show off his literary talent.
In the past, when I was about to travel to Yujing, the number one immortal Xu Zhuangtou, fortunately for the Qin and Jin meeting, early ordered the phoenix to come down from the dressing room.
This is the second poem urging people to put on makeup.
It was said that Princess Zhao Lian'er of Xincheng disguised herself as a servant and handed a sheepskin water bag to Chen Ming'an.
Tsk tsk, this kind of love between a man and a woman has nothing to do with her, Zhu Huaizhen.
Ashamed to tie my pendants in front of the bright window, the precious mirror gives me a dim light when I dress. I hate the crows and magpies coming to make noises, so I get down from the elephant bed in silence.
This was the third poem urging the bride to get married. Everyone applauded and said it was a match made in heaven.
To put it bluntly, it is just flattering Emperor Xuan of Yan.
After all, this is an arranged marriage.
She is too shy to leave the dressing table, and the maid is holding the nine-bead hairpin. She sends a message to the weary makeup-wearer, saying, "Apply rouge and powder lightly, and learn to be lazy."
This is the fourth poem urging people to get ready, and Zhu Huaizhen is feeling a little sleepy.
Damn, this facial injury hurts much more than in my previous life.
Zhu Huaizhen's eyes were filled with tears and he felt very sleepy.
With hair like clouds and skin like snow, Heaven has entrusted me with love. Turning around and wiping my tears by the Milky Way, I bid farewell to my lover and never return.
This is the fifth poem urging people to put on makeup.
Zhu Huaizhen actually received a basket of crab roe soup dumplings.
Hmm, take a sip, the chicken soup is delicious, the crab roe is sweet, it’s the taste of Suzhou.
Zhu Huaizhen knew that his elder sister Zhu Huaishu had arrived.
There is no such thing as a perfect bed with two lovers. How can a good woman find a good husband? Roll up the pearl curtains and light the candles. Try to teach the Bodhisattva to see the hemp seed.
This was the sixth poem urging people to get ready. Zhu Huaizhen breathed a sigh of relief as it was finally over.
With Tu Mi's support, she stepped over the threshold.
"Zhen'er, I will carry you on my back when you get married." Zhu Huaishu said with a smile.
Zhu Huaizhen, holding a round fan made of pink gauze embroidered with a butterfly pattern and a purple lacquer and gold-painted handle, looked at Zhu Huaishu.
Zhu Huaishu tied her hair into a high ponytail and wore a crimson and purple horse-face skirt embroidered with gold and phoenix patterns, looking neat and clean.
However, there was a glass hairpin with two peach blossoms on her bun, which made Zhu Huaishu burst into tears.
Taohua said that she would help Zhu Huaizhen get married.
"Zhen'er, I know you have resentment in your heart and don't want to get married. But a marriage is an arranged marriage, and you have to marry even if you don't want to. You might as well treat him as he is." Zhu Huaishu carried Zhu Huaizhen on his back into the bridal sedan, lowered his voice, and spoke in a soft tone.
The first one is Chen Mingan.
The second one is Xiao Ge.
Zhu Huaizhen looked up at Chen Mingan riding a Ferghana horse, and pursed his lips thoughtfully.
The eyebrows are green like distant mountains, the eyes are slender like auspicious phoenixes, and the hair is tied up with a white jade hairpin on the curved neck, like the snow on Kunlun Mountains and the moon in Luzhou. It can only be viewed from a distance and not played with.
Chen Mingan has never been Xiao Ge, and Xiao Ge has never been willing to hurt her.
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