win the hairpin

Chapter 39 Night Party
Hot water was constantly burning in the kitchen, and Song Huiyue felt that she had peeled off a layer of skin in the bathtub, and when she came out, someone else painted her with fat and powder, which was fragrant.

Song Huiyue sat in front of the bronze mirror, feeling that she was unparalleled in the world, and sneezed loudly.

The mother-in-law who pulled the face came forward with a smile, said auspicious words to Song Huiyue, took out the big red cotton thread, and twisted the face for her to trim her eyebrows.

There was a burning pain on her face, she looked at herself in the mirror, feeling very novel.

It seemed that she had faded from her childishness in an instant, her face was smooth and rosy, her temples were smooth, her thick eyebrows had been pulled back halfway, and turned into thin, curved eyebrows.

The mother-in-law is still rolling her face with chicken.

At this time, she felt that she was really going to get married.

With slight heat and pain on her face, she opened her eyes wide and saw Mrs. Song's eyes were red, Mrs. Xie and Mrs. Li were smiling.

After opening the face, the old woman took out the facial fat and mouth fat, and applied them to her face layer by layer.

Song Huiyue had a greasy face, and in the blink of an eye, her eyelashes were all glued to her face.

She couldn't help reaching out to scratch.

The mother-in-law hurriedly grabbed her hand: "Madam, you can't wipe it. When you get up early tomorrow morning and wash it clean, you will be like the chicken that has peeled off its shell."

Song Huiyue had no choice but to stop her hands and sat stiffly, not daring to move.

After finishing the work with difficulty, Mrs. Song and Mrs. Xie got up together and sent the women out, while Mrs. Li stayed in the room, talking to Song Huiyue.

"...You have to serve your husband well, take care of your mother-in-law, and don't be bullied by others..."

Song Huiyue nodded repeatedly.

Li Shi laughed at her again: "Why don't you cry?"

When she married herself, she cried hard for two nights.

Song Huiyue really had no tears to shed, so she could only smirk: "Save it for tomorrow."

But Li Shi quietly pinched her palm: "There is one more important matter, your mother asked me to talk to you... that is tomorrow night..."

When she came out, her face was flushed, which was very unnatural, but Song Huiyue's expression was normal, and she was sent all the way to the door.

When Li's sedan chair left, she rolled up her sleeves and let out a small breath of cold air.

It's good that the dust has settled.

This room was warm and lively, but Luo Huiniang in that room felt the chill of late autumn thoroughly.

Wrapped in a thin brocade quilt, she sneezed loudly, listening to the servant girl complain that there was no hot water.

How could there be no hot water? The Luo family is not so poor yet.

In other words, she is the only one in this poor family. Other than her, her parents and brothers are all well-clothed and well-fed, with high beds and soft pillows.

The last time the eldest brother and the third master of the Qi family went out for an autumn outing, they ended up going to Guanpu in the cabinet workshop and lost more than a hundred taels.

Enough for her to make a big box of new clothes.

She flattered Qi Yu like a filial son, made a small fuss to Yan Youwei, and bowed to Yue Huaiyu. Could it be because she wanted to?

Wasn't it because a little gold and pearls leaked out of their hands, it was enough to decorate her appearance for a long time.

She wanted to catch Huang Wenqiu firmly, and she did not hesitate to have a private meeting under the moon. Besides Huang Wenqiu's love, it was also because he was the only one in his family, and everything belonged to him. When she married, everything belonged to her.

No one competes with oneself, this kind of life must be very happy.

Thinking of this, she felt a pain in her heart, and was stabbed severely by Huang Wenqiu's three words.

Huang Wenqiu was going to marry Song Huiyue tomorrow, and it was impossible for her to be someone else's concubine. This person—and his gold and silver—would never belong to her again.

Without Huang Wenqiu, who would be so infatuated with her.

She curled up under the quilt, fingering a piece of paper under the pillow.

The paper is very cold, but there are two big red seals on it, which are Fuzhou tea primers, which can sell twelve catties of high-quality tea, so it shows the scalding heat.

There are still nine such tea invitations, which are not in her hands, but she can get them as long as she reaches out.

But there is a price to pay.

She thought about it over and over again, the tormented body was almost burned, but her hands and feet were still cold.

There was a sound of clappers outside. It turned out that she had fallen asleep in a daze, and it was already the second watch.

Second update!
There is no time to hesitate any longer.

She sat up suddenly, her heart was pounding, she had no time to think, she got off the bed barefoot, and pulled on her shoes to put on her clothes.

There was the rustling sound of a servant girl turning over from outside the fan.

She immediately relaxed her hands and feet, held her breath, waited for a while, and then moved her hands and feet to put on the clothes when she heard the maid's snoring.

She has already bribed this servant girl, but she must never let her know what she is going to do tonight.

Little by little, she opened the latch, pressed the door and pushed it out, opening a gap, she turned herself into a wandering spirit, and slipped out lightly.

Dark clouds covered the moon, the night was dark, and the darkness opened its mouth to devour her.

She walked out familiarly. At this time, she saw two night watchmen walking by the veranda from a distance, holding two red gauze lanterns. Big eyes, is another horror.

When the lights were gone, she ran out again quietly. When she walked through the garden and stepped on the soft soil, she suddenly felt that she was stepping on the belly of the house.

And she is the worm imprisoned in its body.

She summoned up her courage, took one step after another, and walked out of here.

The wind started to chill in the middle of the night, and she only brought a tea guide, and the only good thing she got from her parents-beauty.

In the darkest corner outside the corner gate, stood a man in a soap-colored blue shirt, holding an umbrella, who had been waiting here for a long time.

Only then did Luo Huiniang realize that it was raining lightly.

She gritted her teeth, shivered greatly, and walked over: "I'm here."

The man's face was hidden under the umbrella, his mouth and chin were covered with a cloth scarf, and he wore a thin cloak. After the cold wind passed, he carried a faint fragrance of powder from his body.

He didn't speak, just turned around and left.

The sound of "dada" footsteps resounded in the street, and the person in front became part of the night, like a wandering ghost messenger, coming to seduce Huiniang's soul.

Luo Huiniang was so frightened that she shuddered and stopped moving forward, as if she had really seen a ghost.

The man realized that she hadn't followed, turned around and waved.

Luo Huiniang took a step forward cautiously, then turned her heart and strode up to follow.

The two walked in the dark, one behind the other.

The rain is as thin as a cow's hair, clinging to the hair and clothes, silently seeping into the skin, flesh and bones, making people feel chilly to the bone.

It was the first time Luo Huiniang discovered that late autumn in Tanzhou was so cold.

Cold and frightened, her internal organs were tangled and biting each other because of the fear, but fortunately, this was the road she often walked, and she could go all the way to Huang Wenqiu's place.

But they didn't reach Huang Wenqiu's door, they stopped at the corner of the street.

Huang Wenqiu was led out by someone else.

"Huiniang?" Huang Wenqiu was still holding a lantern, and was surprised to see Luo Huiniang.

Surprise is followed by love.

"Wen Qiu!" Luo Huiniang whimpered and threw herself into Huang Wenqiu's arms.

(End of this chapter)