The Concubine's Rebirth: The Poisoned Wife Does Not Bow Down

Chapter 4
"Mother, don't move around. Just sit down and let me comb. Otherwise, how do you know if I really know how to comb my hair or am just fooling around?"

"Okay, okay, whatever you want, as long as you don't bother me, what else can I not want to do?"

Seeing that Nie Zhaoyang smiled and refused to hand over the wooden comb to her, Aunt Yue shook her head with a smile, turned around and did it again in front of the mirror.

Nie Zhaoyang pursed his lips, stood behind Aunt Yue with a wooden comb, looked at the beautiful face in the mirror, and at the long blue hair that he was holding in his hand, combed it decently. start.

Aunt Yue sat in front of the mirror, but her mind did not stay on the reflection in the mirror, but looked at Nie Zhaoyang behind her through the mirror, and seeing her daughter's serious face, she couldn't help but feel a sense of my family's concern. The gratification of a young girl growing up.

When Nanny Lan walked into the room with the prepared soup, what she saw was Nie Zhaoyang holding a hairpin and inserting it into Aunt Yue's winding bun behind her head. Yoyo, Miss is really dexterous, and even combed my aunt's hair!"

"Nurse Lan came just in time, come and help me see if there is something wrong with combing."

Turning around and seeing Nanny Lan, Nie Zhaoyang helped the hairpin that had been inserted into the bun, smiled and waved to Nanny Lan.

"It's really combed!"

While speaking, Aunt Yue had clearly seen the bun her daughter combed for herself from the bronze mirror held up by Nie Zhaoyang. She thought that Nie Zhaoyang was just playing for a while, but she didn't want to comb it to look like it.

"Miss is really skillful, and she combs really well." Sister Lan put the soup aside, looked at the bun on Aunt Yue's head from left to right, and said sincerely, "Compared to the craftsmanship of slaves It's really not much different, even if you look at it so carefully, you can see that the bun is smooth and delicate, which is really good."

"It's good, it's just that this bun is too complicated for me, and I don't like it, and the hair accessories are also a bit heavy."

Aunt Yue first looked at the mirror for a while, but then her eyes were slightly sad, and then she raised her hand to pull out the Buyao pearl flower on the bun and the white jade inlaid with red coral beads and the double-knot wishful hairpin.

It is said that a woman is one who pleases herself, but now that she has fallen to this point, even if she is decorated with jewels and emeralds all over her head, who will she see?

Moreover, it was just dawn today, and bustling voices could be heard in the courtyard outside. I don't know what kind of festive events are being prepared in the palace. Years of experience tell Aunt Yue that the more festive the palace is, the less she can dress up too much. Otherwise, even if she has fallen out of favor to the point where she lives in the small west courtyard, people will still find her disliked and come to suppress and bully her, so why should she ask for trouble for knowingly committing a crime.

"Mother is not allowed to take it off!"

Seeing Aunt Yue's thoughts, Nie Zhaoyang hastily stretched out his hand to press it, and pouted dissatisfiedly, "I like to see my mother dressed like this."

"Mother doesn't go out very often, so why should she dress up like this?"

Aunt Yue pushed away the bronze mirror, the gloom in her eyes had dissipated, she looked at Nie Zhaoyang with a slight smile, and her tone seemed to coax a child.

"Who said that you can only dress like this when you go out? I like it. On my birthday the day before yesterday, my mother didn't give Zhaoyang any presents other than a piece of clothing, so today's dress is considered to be a gift from my mother to Zhaoyang." Another birthday present!"

(End of this chapter)