Conspiracy with you as a doctor girl

Chapter 237: One Step Ahead (1)
Chen Xiang also secretly admired Pei Huizhao's scheming and strategy at this time, and then she embroidered the profile of the woman on the square scarf again as Pei Huizhao explained, and then embroidered the two lines of poetry.

When Pei Huizhao got the square scarf embroidered by Chen Xiang, he couldn't help sighing: Although Chen Xiang and she both used the stitching method when embroidering women's portraits, the starting positions of the two were different, and the stitches were fine and precise. The degree is also different, so Pei Huizhao can tell at a glance that the portraits of women embroidered by Chen Xiang are different from those she usually embroiders.

The female portraits embroidered by Chen Xiang are more delicate, as if they were drawn stroke by stroke, while the female portraits embroidered by Pei Huizhao usually pay more attention to the female expressions, and use less needles to outline the images.

But no matter what, this errand was finally dealt with, Pei Huizhao thought: hand over the square scarf to Concubine Xian tomorrow, so she can recuperate properly.

Thinking this way, Pei Huizhao had no dreams all night, and she slept until the end of the night. When Chen Xiang came to wake her up, she realized that the time was so tight, she couldn't help asking Chen Xiang, "Why is it so late today?"

"My servant thought that the nobleman hurt his hand last night and went to bed late, so I called the nobleman a quarter of an hour late." Chen Xiang asked worriedly while helping Pei Huizhao get dressed, "Is the nobleman's hand really not in the way? "

"Don't worry," Pei Huizhao said with a slight smile, then stood up, and said as he approached the washbasin stand, "We must hurry up, before it's too late."

"Your Majesty, don't worry," Chen Xiang said seriously while twisting the face kerchief for Pei Huizhao, "The servants for breakfast have been served, let it cool down, and you can eat it just after you put on your makeup. It's neither hot nor cold, so it won't waste your time. of."

"Thank you for being thoughtful," Pei Huizhao took the face towel from Chenxiang with confidence, and put it on his face. The hot water vapor mixed with the aroma of lavender immediately made Pei Huizhao sober.

After washing her face, Pei Huizhao sat in front of the huanghuali carved vanity mirror as usual, watched Chen Xiang comb up her fairy-looking bun, and then watched Chen Xiang make up her eyebrows like Yuandai. Floating on the forehead, when a pair of almond eyes glowed brightly, Pei Huizhao said slowly: "I won't wear rouge today, and I also use a slightly lighter lipstick on my lips."

"This?" Chen Xiang was puzzled for a moment, then she suddenly thought of Pei Huizhao's explanation last night, she nodded hurriedly, and said with a smile, "It's still the nobleman who is thoughtful."

Pei Huizhao smiled without saying a word, her gaze towards the vanity mirror gradually became serious, and she said secretly in her heart: It's not that she is thoughtful, she is completely forced by those people, if she doesn't think too much about everything, Wouldn't it be controlled by others at every step?

Thinking of this, Pei Huizhao's eyes turned cold, and Chen Xiang also finished makeup for Pei Huizhao at this time.In the rhombic flower mirror, a beautiful woman is sitting upright, with delicate features and eyes, beautiful and pleasant. It was a good scene, but for some reason, her face lost its rosiness, and her lips did not have the same blood color as that day.

Pei Huizhao was very satisfied with this kind of makeup, she retracted her thoughts, and smiled slightly at the Linghua mirror, only to see that the beautiful woman in the mirror was full of charms, silently making people feel sick like a weak willow Fufeng, but Pei Huizhao actually didn't like this feeling, what she admired was the brilliant and vigorous vitality.

But in order for today's play to be realistic, Pei Huizhao is also happy to be a beautiful woman for a while.Then she simply ate a few mouthfuls of white fungus and lotus seed soup and sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and walked out the door of the west wing with the smell of dust.

The sky outside the house is getting a bit pale. Under such light, coupled with the slightly warm air, people feel that the surrounding flowers and plants are awakened, welcoming the new day together with the people in the garden.

(End of this chapter)