Put it up first, and then replace it with the modified version after the modification is completed.
Sheng Yuan skipped back to Yong Fan Yuan from Book Garden. As soon as she entered the side hall, she saw two packages, one large and one small, placed on the soft couch by the window.
Her mother and Nanny Yang were sitting at the Eight Immortals table nearby and talking warmly. When they saw her, they smiled and waved: "Come here quickly, the clothes and jewelry I ordered for you and your sister have just been delivered. Open it and take a look. Do you like it?" ?”
Children all like gifts, and Sheng Yuan is no exception. Her eyes lit up when she heard there was a gift, and she rushed to the bed on her knees. No need to hesitate, the little one must be hers.
"I'm going to dress up the third young lady and see if she needs to adjust it. If it's ok, I'll wear this to the garden party." Aunt Yang took the wet handkerchief handed over by the little maid and wiped her hands, before going to give it to Sheng herself. Yuan combs her hair.
Mrs. Zheng trusted Nanny Yang the most, and nodded and said, "Nanny is the best at dressing up people. Let this little guy see your skills."
Therefore, before Sheng Yuan expressed her opinion, the maid had already carried her to a round stool and sat down on it.
"Mirror! Mirror!" Sheng Yuan was also curious about how her hair could be combed other than in small twists, so she clamored to put a mirror on the table.
In this way, she can take a picture of herself in the mirror.
Hum hum, the little lady is more stinky, that’s normal!
Mrs. Zheng was so amused by her reaction that she hurriedly waved her hand to the maid to quickly satisfy the little guy.
After Sheng Yuan put the mirror away, her little body straightened up unconsciously, and her fat and tender little paws were placed on her knees obediently. She blinked her big black eyes and stared at the child in the mirror: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, It looks so cute!
Aunt Yang almost laughed out loud when she saw that she was so intoxicated with self-appreciation.
However, she has received professional training. Although the third lady was very happy, she could still hold it back and untied the shaky little knot without shaking her arms and hands.
Although Sheng Yuan has always avoided talking about her hair shape, who knows that before she was three years old, her head was shaved smoothly, leaving only a handful of hair on the top of her head. It was not until she was three years old that she started to grow her hair. It only grows to the neck.
Grandma Yang moved her hands very gently, untying Sheng Yuan's hair, combing her hair and massaging her scalp. It was so comfortable that her eyes narrowed, and she would be snoring if she waited any longer.
Soon, Grandma Yang skillfully piled the hair on the top of her head, regardless of the many pieces of hair falling out. After the hair on the top of her head was fixed, she calmly took out a semi-curved wig stuck to the comb.
She pushed the wig piece up against the roots of the hair on the back of Shengyuan's head until all the broken hair was trapped in the wig, and then tied the string on the wig piece to the small pull.
"Huh?" Sheng Yuan looked at the neatly trimmed hair and looked at the mirror in surprise. No matter how she turned her head, she could not see the violation.
Aunt Yang smiled and picked up another slightly narrower but slightly fluffy semi-curved hair piece and put it on the front of the little girl's hair: "Miss Third, don't be surprised. This wig is made of silk mixed with wool and ponytail. Woven and dyed.
The hair of the wig you are using is split according to the thickness of your hair, so it looks natural when put together.
Although the production process is a bit cumbersome, it is worth it. These wigs have a luster almost like real hair in the sun, and they do not look dull, but lively. "
Sheng Yuan tilted her head and looked at herself in the mirror with a lot more hair, and asked curiously: "Aren't you using real hair as a wig?"
Grandma Yang smiled and said: "Of course there are, most of the wigs out there are."
She was someone who had taken care of the Zheng family, so she knew how to ask questions and answer questions. No, she didn't wait for Sheng Yuan to ask, and she continued to talk consciously: "Generally, there are some made by poor women outside, and some are made by themselves. They are cut from the heads of prisoners and sold, but the Zheng family has never liked using them. They feel that using other people’s hair is awkward and unnatural. The wigs used now were researched by the ancestors of the Zheng family who spent an unknown amount of money. Although It’s more expensive and has to be used, but the effect is very good, so you can rest assured when using it, right?”
Sheng Yuan nodded hurriedly. Although modern wigs are also made of human hair, what kind of technology is it in modern times and what level is it in ancient times? It's definitely not as reassuring as the composite one.
As Grandma Yang spoke, she took out a bun as big as a teacup and put it on her head.
Sheng Yuan looked at herself in the mirror with a bun on her head, and was immediately shocked: It looks so good!
With very nimble hands, Grandma Yang determined the position of the bun, and then bent the small knot on Sheng Yuan's head into a small round head.
She turned the bun over and showed it to Sheng Yuan: "There is a groove inside. Just use the little pull to insert it, and then use the gold hairpin to secure it."
As she spoke, she grabbed a handful of gold hairpins from the dressing box and showed them to Shengyuan.
Sheng Yuan’s eyes widened: Isn’t this a U-shaped hairpin!
Grandma Yang skillfully stuck the gold hairpin from the lower side of the bun into the surrounding wig.
"Would the gold thread be very obvious?" Although it is not clear in the mirror, the difference between hair and gold thread is not small.
"It doesn't matter, we still have decorations!" Nanny Yang fixed the bun three times, five by two, and asked her to shake her head a few times to see if it was firm.
Sheng Yuan was also crazy about this. Hearing this, he rotated his neck at high speed and shook his head vigorously. Both Zheng and Grandma Yang were startled and shouted stop in a hurry.
It was probably because she was spinning too fast, and her head shook before she could completely stabilize herself. In just a moment, Sheng Yuan saw a field of gold stars in front of her eyes.
Mrs. Zheng jumped up in anger, rushed to her and patted her on the shoulder: "Why are you such a naughty kid!"
Sheng Yuan didn't pay attention to the painless slapping. She looked at her mother innocently and asked, "Mom, why are you still dangling around?"
Zheng, who raised his hand and wanted to slap her a few times, laughed angrily. Looking at her innocent face, it was not a big hit. In the end, he could only poke her forehead helplessly: "You! Just do it like this. !”
Sheng Yuan felt a little more secure. She remembered the bun on her head and asked, "Mommy, is the bun still strong?"
Grandma Yang looked at Mrs. Zheng rolling her eyes speechlessly, and she didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Strong! Very strong!"
"Oh, that's good." Sheng Yuan suddenly smiled and rolled her eyes when she thought that it would not affect her running and jumping.
Grandma Yang gave the little maid next to her a wink, and the little maid quickly turned around and brought over a round rosewood box.
"This is the crabapple flower ribbon that Madam prepared for you. If you tie it around your bun like this, it will block the hairpin." As Aunt Yang spoke, the brightly blooming crabapple flowers were placed in the circle of Shengyuan. The hair is "blooming" around the bun, and it looks like hairpins are growing up one after another.
"Are these fake flowers too?" If Shengyuan hadn't seen these flowers stuck to two silver chains, she would have thought they were just picked!
She raised her chubby hand and touched the petals, then moved her little nose. The feel and smell were just like real flowers.
"This is also made with complicated craftsmanship. Only two or three aristocratic families in Chu can make it." Mrs. Zheng looked at the little guy looking up at her eagerly. He deliberately ignored her, but couldn't bear it. Unable to resist, I could only speak angrily.
But after saying this, Mr. Zheng couldn't help but sigh: "It is said that 1,800 years ago, there were hairpins made by old servants of aristocratic families that looked like flowers. Not only did they feel and smell realistic, but the flowers could also open and close over time. He made Putting the flowers outside can attract bees and butterflies to chase them, but it is a pity that this kind of craftsmanship is only short-lived and soon lost its inheritance."
"What a pity!" Sheng Yuan looked at the delicate begonia flowers in the mirror, feeling a little disappointed.
"Hey, flowers like that sound good, but they cost so much to make. Who among the common people can afford them? Wouldn't it be nice to pick some flowers by yourself if you have the money? It's only for noble families to compete with each other. In order to show off their financial resources, Emperor Zhao Gaozu ordered people to sell out this kind of luxurious craftsmanship at the beginning of the Zhao Dynasty before the Yan Dynasty, and specifically targeted the powerful families who showed off their wealth, which caused the luxury of the powerful families to be passed down from generation to generation. Rao That’s right, sometimes it’s scary to see how some aristocratic families behave.”
Zheng talked for a while, then looked down, good fellow, this little guy was listening with great interest, his eyes were blinking, as if urging him to continue talking.
"After combing your hair, don't stay still. Try on the skirt that I ordered for you." Mrs. Zheng made her little daughter feel soft after seeing it. She personally selected a few filigree hollow butterfly hairpins inlaid with gems and placed them next to the crabapple flowers. Then he picked up the fat girl and walked to the couch.
Mrs. Zheng hugged her little girl with motherly love, but as soon as she hugged her, her face turned red! Good guy, this little girl is so tight!
He hurriedly put the little chubby girl on the couch. In just ten steps, she held her waist and gasped for air.
Sheng Yuan was still ignorant of his own weight, so he picked a butterfly from his head and held it in his hand to look at it. The butterfly wings as big as a thumbnail trembled slightly, as if it could spread its wings and fly in the blink of an eye.
"So beautiful! But, is it too much?" She vaguely remembered that she shouldn't wear too many accessories.
Aunt Yang stepped forward with a smile, blocking Mrs. Zheng who was shaking her sour arms quietly. She unfolded her skirt and said, "There are not many, only three or five. The hairpins on the head look particularly lively. The hairpins belong to the noble family." What tiara does the lady have? In the end, the competition is all about the details."
Sheng Yuan nodded as if she understood. She turned her head and saw the complicated parts of a dress, which made her feel a little dizzy.
The little chubby hand tugged on the little coat, saying that he was just a child and didn't need to wear so much.
Mrs. Zheng's arms were sore and she walked over and motioned for the little guy to stand on the couch: "You can dress casually at home. On formal occasions, not to mention being a lady, even a young master can't wear a short coat. Go around the world! You will make people laugh!"
Sheng Yuan sighed, feeling that at such a young age, she really shouldered a heavy burden for the house's face-saving projects. It was really not easy!
When Mrs. Zheng saw her sighing like a little adult, she didn't know how hard it was for her. She was curious and funny and wanted to say something to her, but before she could say anything, she heard the energetic laughter of her second daughter. It sounded: "Mom, sister, I'm back! The prison hospital said that the queen will have a garden party, so they gave us six days off!"
Hearing this, Madam Zheng, whose head was pounding, was so angry that she muttered in her heart: The Poguan School is so unreliable, why do you always take holidays when nothing happens?
