Mu Xingzhi stood by the window, looking down at the freshly baked "silkworm babies", looking at the jewelry on her head, and said helplessly: "Even if you don't change clothes, why not take off those on your head? If you sleep like this, don't worry. Are you injured?"
"..." After Mu Xingzhi said this, Su Qingluan felt her head hurt.
In this era, there are naturally no elastic sponges, memory foam and other high-end pillow core materials. Many people use very hard materials such as porcelain pillows and wooden pillows. Even the relatively soft filling "pillow cores" are mostly made of straw or rice husk - the pillows of Mu Xingzhijia have rice husk pillow cores.
Although this kind of pillow is not like a porcelain pillow that can accidentally perform a "craniotomy" on the head, it naturally does not have any extra elasticity, so Su Qingluan lay on it with the jingling jewelry on his head. It always feels like a strong massage for the entire head.
But because today is her wedding, and it's the year she got hairpins, there are several hairpins on Su Qingluan's hair ornament to fix her bun, and the ends of several of them are very sharp.
Su Qingluan had always lived alone in her previous life, but in this life she had a room of her own. Although she had spent the night in the same room with Liu Yunniang and her sister Su Xueyan, the quality of their sleep was such that even thunder in their ears could not wake them up, so it had no reference value.
In other words, theoretically Su Qingluan feels that her sleeping posture and quality are very good, but in fact there is no reliable evidence to prove this.
After thinking about it, in order to prevent her head from turning into a "sewing bag" the next day, she sat obediently in front of the dressing table and began to remove the things on her head one by one.
However, Su Qingluan naturally didn't think anything of it when someone else did it for her. But when she took off her hair, Su Qingluan sighed: This ancient bun is really difficult to take off!
When she occasionally attended formal occasions in her previous life, Su Qingluan also went to a styling salon to have her hair done, but it was far from that complicated. Later, she gradually lost patience and simply started to pull it down.
The result is naturally counterproductive. After all, each hair accessory has its own way of wearing it. Many hair accessories require braiding and winding braids multiple times before they can be fixed on the hair. Su Qingluan's forceful pulling like this did not only make her hair In addition to making more sacrifices, the hair accessories became a mess and got stuck on the head and could not be removed.
On an early autumn night, the sound of chirping insects came from the silent window. It was originally very pleasant, but Su Qingluan's tossing made her feel hot and sweaty all over her body, making her a little restless.
Suddenly, Su Qingluan felt a soft and warm touch on the top of her hair. Su Qingluan later realized that it was Mu Xingzhi's hand gently holding the top of her hair.
She subconsciously wanted to turn around, but Mu Xingzhi's movements gently held her in place: "Don't move around. I'll help you remove the grate."
"You are a grown man, but you still know how to dismantle these jewelry? Hiss..." Su Qingluan couldn't help but take a breath as his hair was pulled painfully.
Mu Xingzhi looked at the direction of the washbasin and pointed out something: "Qingluan probably relies on himself and doesn't bother to dress up all day long. When it comes to makeup, I'm afraid I'm better at it."
"Chen Yu Luo Yan or something..." Although she also knew that the appearance of the shell in this life was not bad, but when a beautiful woman praised "Chen Yu Luo Yan" softly in his ear in a voice that could be said to be lingering, Su Qingluan still felt the pain on her face. Some fever.
But she is good at makeup and so on... Su Qingluan looked at the basin of water where the disguise was placed, raised her head and gave full affirmation: "The makeup you changed not only hides your original appearance, but also makes people never think that you are... The same person. And it makes full use of the original facial contours, even more natural than some people who wear makeup directly."
More than that, to be fair, Su Qingluan felt that Mu Xingzhi's disguise skills were even equivalent to those of a senior makeup artist.
As we all know, the most advanced makeup is not about heavy makeup. Use exaggerated eyeliner to enlarge the eyes, use deep lip lines to change the shape of the lips, and use heavy concealer to block all the ravines and fine lines on the face...
Really advanced makeup technology can make full use of each person's facial features, and even after applying makeup, it may look like only light makeup at first glance, but it is several notches higher than the usual eye-catching level.
Although Mu Xingzhi did the opposite, he fully grasped the essence of it. "Mu Xingzhi" actually has some similarities with his real appearance, but this degree of "resemblance" does not make people doubt that there may be any identity connection between the two - after all, they have the same type of facial features. People's appearances are always somewhat similar.
Just like the so-called "Hong Kong style beauties" in the entertainment industry in my previous life, they are actually the same type, and if strictly speaking, these beauties are more or less similar.
But no one is so crazy that they think these beauties are inextricably related or related by blood. There are many people with similar styles.
Mu Xingzhi was carefully separating several strands of hair that were intertwined. He smiled slightly when he heard Su Qingluan's words: "It seems that Qingluan doesn't know how to make up, he just doesn't care about it."
"It's natural. If I hadn't gotten married, I wouldn't have styled my hair in such a complicated bun, regardless of whether I had haircuts or not." Su Qingluan said matter-of-factly.
"I can't tell that Qingluan attaches so much importance to this marriage." Mu Xingzhi's fingers were as nimble as swimming fish as they shuttled through Su Qingluan's hair. He took off the fine yellow wood-carved Caiyun Chasing Moon grate and put it away. In Su Qingluan's hand, he continued to remove another hollow hairpin for her, "It really touched me."
Su Qingluan felt the man's breath blowing behind her, making her face more and more feverish. In order to prevent herself from becoming crazy, Su Qingluan tried to say in a businesslike tone: "Of course I am serious about it. I have read the betrothal gift list carefully. 'Husband,' you are very generous. I looked at it. With such a big price, it’s natural to be more dedicated.”
"That's really hard for Qingluan." Mu Xingzhi smiled and nodded.
"Of course it's embarrassing," Su Qingluan sighed, "This is considered 'external image maintenance'. If I dress too shabby today, people won't laugh at my family's poverty. After all, the business is there, but they may pay attention to who you are. The door is blocked upside down."
So what if Mu Xing has poetry and calligraphy in his belly? For many spectators who do not know the truth from the secular side, it is a poor boy who is weak and penniless and married to the wealthy proprietress of "Su Ji".
Although wealthy people look down on merchants, to ordinary people, Brother Kong Fang is more important than any sage's poems and books - after all, sages' words and sages' books are not enough to eat!
