Some beautiful pictures appeared in her mind. Even Song Qingshu, who had a strong self-control, blushed. Δ
Song Qingshu quickly mourned for Zhao Gou. It was a pity that this eunuch emperor did not have the ability to enjoy this boundless luck with women. Speaking of which, this was probably God's retribution for him. Even Yue Fei was killed. This retribution was too light.
Ah Ke ordered the palace maids to prepare hot water for her to wash up. Then, she rushed to Chen Yuanyuan's back and said, "Mother, let me remove your makeup."
"You're already an imperial concubine, yet you're still so rash." Chen Yuanyuan rolled her eyes at her and said, "Have you forgotten that I'm cultivating with my hair? I don't even wear jewelry, let alone makeup. Why would I need to remove makeup?"
"Oh …" Ah Ke stuck out her tongue in embarrassment.
"It's better for mother to remove your makeup." Chen Yuanyuan smiled slightly. She pressed her daughter's shoulder and made her sit in front of the dressing table. Then, she began to remove the ornaments from her head.
"I don't want to be an imperial concubine anymore." Looking at herself in the bronze mirror, Ah Ke suddenly said with a pout.
Chen Yuanyuan's beautiful face changed slightly. She hurriedly glanced at the palace maids not far away. Seeing that they were not paying attention to this side, she whispered, "Silly child, you can't say such things."
Ah Ke threw the comb on the table and said with a pout, "I have to wear so many things on my head every day when I go out. It's so annoying."
Seeing that she was throwing a tantrum because of this, Chen Yuanyuan couldn't help but laugh. While combing her daughter's hair, she said, "You're really a child. You don't know how many women want to wear your clothes but can't."
Ah Ke suddenly sighed, "Mother, you were also a concubine before, but were you really happy being a concubine?"
Chen Yuanyuan was startled. For a moment, countless images appeared in her mind. Everything she had experienced in the past few decades flashed through her mind. She couldn't help but sigh faintly. She thought, when have I ever been really happy?
Seeing her mother's sad expression in the bronze mirror, Ah Ke hurriedly got up and comforted her, "It's my fault for bringing up mother's sad past."
"It's nothing. It only means that your cultivation is not good enough. Mother has been practicing Buddhism for so many years. I thought I could be calm, but I didn't expect that I still can't face it calmly." Although Chen Yuanyuan's tone was sad, her voice was still gentle and moving.
Song Qingshu saw that when she smiled, she looked lovely when she was distressed. He could not help but feel pity for her. He thought that it was a pity that he was born a few decades too late. Otherwise, he would definitely protect her and not let her go.
(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page.) As for his life of hardships, suffering so much.
Immediately T broke into laughter in spite of himself; he wondered how he ended up the same as Wu Sangui and Li Zicheng. Learning from the mistakes of the past, he must not be careless.
Ah Ke seemed to be thinking of something sad at this time. The mother and daughter stood there in a daze at the same time.
Li Yuanzhi, who was on the beam of the room, leaned over to Song Qingshu's ear and whispered, "Brother Song, why don't we go?"
Song Qingshu held her slender waist with one hand and said, "Since we're here, wouldn't it be a pity to leave now?"
"But now there are people below. We can't go to Wu Fei's bed even if we want to." Li Yuanzhi said gloomily. In fact, she just mentioned it casually. She didn't really think about what would happen on the other side's bed. She was just a little dissatisfied with the other side's arrogant look and wanted to take a little revenge on her.
"Don't worry, I have a way, but we have to wait for these maids to leave." Song Qingshu comforted her. In fact, even if he appeared now, he could control this room of maids, but the more people there were, the more troublesome it would be to deal with the aftermath.
At this time, a group of maids came in one after another, carrying a basin of hot water. Song Qingshu glanced at them from a distance. With his current knowledge, he could only recognize a few of them. He couldn't help but secretly click his tongue. The Southern Song Dynasty was worthy of being the Zhengshuo Dynasty of the Han people. In terms of etiquette, it was much more exquisite than that of the Manchurian Qing Dynasty and the Jin Kingdom.
However, he was not so interested in these red tape in his heart. After being surprised, he sneered at them. They were all the blood and sweat of the common people … Perhaps it was because he was an ordinary person in his previous life. Even if he had become a superior person in this world, he still looked at things from the perspective of ordinary people.
After Chen Yuanyuan and Ah Ke washed their faces, there were already maids holding white jade rulers to rub, wipe, and roll their faces. Their movements were extremely gentle. Song Qingshu had excellent eyesight. At a glance, he could see that the white jade rulers in the hands of the maids were made of precious special white jade, which was very expensive. Although he didn't know the inside story, he could roughly guess their purpose of doing this. People in this world believed that jade contained the most abundant "Qi". It contained the pure Qi of Yin and Yang, which had a magical effect on the health of the human body. This was probably done for beauty and nourishment.
Next, another maid brought freshly peeled boiled eggs and gently rubbed them on their faces, so that their skin could fully absorb the essence of the eggs.
Soon, a third group of maids came up with a plate filled with high-quality pearl powder. They gently smeared it on the faces of the two.
…
Even Li Yuanzhi was dumbfounded.
Even Li Yuanzhi was flabbergasted by the book.
Song Qingshu was afraid that the women in his previous life didn't take care of their bodies so carefully. Looking at the two's habitual appearance, it was no surprise that they had been taken care of like this since they were young. No wonder they were so beautiful. Their skin was whiter than milk and more tender than tofu.
However, in this chaotic world, if they didn't have a strong man to protect them, the better they took care of their bodies, the more they would become the playthings of the strong.
After the facial care, another maid knelt at the feet of the two, took off their shoes and socks, and then put them into a wooden basin full of rose petals.
Song QingShu couldn't help but exclaim in admiration. Not only did the mother and daughter look alike, even the length and size of their feet were exactly the same. It was as if they had been carved from the same piece of jade by a top artist. No, there probably wasn't such a capable artist in this world. Only the uncanny workmanship of the heavens could achieve such a miraculous effect.
Looking at the mother and daughter's feet that were whiter than milk, Li Yuanzhi couldn't help but feel regret. Why did she come here? She was asking for trouble. Turning around, she found that Song Qingshu was staring at her. She angrily stretched out her hand in front of his face and said: "You're not allowed to look!"
Song Qingshu wasn't the kind of peeping idiot. He didn't get angry when his eyes were covered. Instead, he pitifully held Li Yuanzhi in his arms and whispered in her ear: "Yuanzhi meimei doesn't allow me to look, so I won't look."
Only then did Li Yuanzhi's anger turn into joy. The corners of her mouth rose slightly, and she proudly snorted: "That's more like it."
The corners of the young girl's mouth curled up slightly, and her pair of beautiful eyes were like the bright night sky, exuding a mysterious light. Song QingShu secretly thought: Although Yuanzhi meimei is not as beautiful as Chen Yuanyuan and Ah Ke, the mother and daughter pair, but her quirky and youthful temperament has a unique charm, not to mention that she is deeply in love with me. That girl's heart is as clear as glass, which is more precious than anything else.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Li Yuanzhi's white face gradually turned red, and she shyly lowered her head.
"Because you look good." Song Qingshu paused and whispered softly in her ear, "You look so good that I can't wait now."
He had finally completed today's 10,000-word update. As for whether the monthly votes list would be broken by the two brothers behind him, this monk didn't think about it anymore.
Good night, gentlemen. I wish you have a good dream every day and be a groom every night.
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