Farmhouse Green Plum

Chapter 683 Dressing up

After Yang left, Song Ying looked around the room and took a deep breath.

It’s the last day. After tonight, from now on, you only need to come for a meal during the Chinese New Year and you don’t even have to stay overnight.

On birthdays, ask people to bring some gifts or money to show your filial piety.

Xinghua Village and Wutong Village are separated by only a mountain, and the auspicious time for the wedding ceremony is set at Youzheng, which means there is plenty of time. Song Ying does not need to get up before dawn to dress up.

However, reading in the morning has become her habit, and she still wakes up early even if she went to bed late the previous day.

Just as she was about to take out the book to read, Yang, who had heard the noise, said from outside, "Yingwa, are you awake?"

Song Ying responded, and Yang asked her aunt Xiao Liu to do her hair and makeup for her.

?Although there are many people in the village who have complete happiness with their parents-in-law, husbands, and children, at times like this, the priority is naturally given to the family members themselves.

Soon, Xiao Liu came in carrying a copper basin and said with a smile, "Yingwa, did you sleep well last night?"

Song Ying nodded slightly, "Very good, I'll have to trouble you today, Auntie."

"We're all family, so why bother?" Madam Liu put down the copper basin and pulled Song Ying over to sit down. "Wash your face first, then I'll do your makeup. Don't worry, I did the makeup and face-dressing for Xiao Cui, Er Ni, and the others when they got married. I'm very skilled at it, so it won't hurt too much."

Song Ying recalled the scene of her friends knitting noodles for their weddings. The cotton thread was stretched straight and then pulled suddenly. Just thinking about it made her face hurt.

"Aunt, I'm afraid of pain, so just kneading the noodles is enough for my own good."

Xiao Liu said, "How can this be possible? All girls have to do this when they get married. It represents the transformation from a young girl to a beautiful woman.

Besides, the more painful the facial surgery is, the sweeter the married life will be! "

Song Yingcai didn't believe the latter part. She said, "Since it's just a symbol, the meaning will be fulfilled in two words."

Xiao Liu disagreed and wanted to persuade her again, but the door was pushed open and Nanny Zhang and Yanqiu walked in, supporting Yu Lingwan.

Yu Lingwan smiled and said, "Auntie, just follow Sister Lingwei's lead. She has smooth skin and not much hair. There's no need to be so rigid."

She came from a family of officials. Although she was only temporarily living in Qingshui County and had no vested interest in Xiao Liu, the common people's natural awe of the rich and powerful made Xiao Liu agree immediately.

He even said with a smile, "We are a poor family and don't know how to adapt. I'm sorry to make you laugh."

Yu Lingwan smiled and said, "How could that be? You're doing this for Lingwei's own good."

As she was speaking, she walked in, placed her hands on Song Ying's shoulders, looked at Song Ying through the bronze mirror, and said with a smile: "Joy nourishes people. My sister hasn't put on makeup yet, but her face already has a rouge color. She looks more lively than if we deliberately painted it."

Song Ying's cheeks immediately turned even redder, which made Yu Lingwan even happier. She then joked, "Now that she's put on makeup, she'll be as beautiful as a fairy. I'm afraid that once Yuan Qing lifts her veil tonight, she'll be so enchanted that she won't be able to walk."

Song Ying blushed with shame. She wanted to joke, "Sister, you are so experienced, but you were like this when you got married." But thinking of Zhang Ren's death, bringing it up now would be like poking at Yu Lingwan's sorrow. She could only blush and let her joke.

Fortunately, Yu Lingwan stopped at that point and didn't drag her to continue. She pointed at Yanqiu and said to Xiao Liu: "My maid is very good at combing hair, so let her help you."

"That's great! My skills are enough to comb the hair of the village girls. But Yingwa is different after all. She is marrying a scholar. I am worried about her."

Song Ying raised her eyebrows, somewhat surprised. She had not expected that Xiao Liu, who had lived in the village all her life, could speak so beautifully.

With her eloquence, it would be perfect for her to sell goods in a shop!

Yan Qiu stood beside her with a smile, "Miss Song is pretty, and any hairstyle would look good on her. But since today is a big wedding, why not try the peony hairstyle popular in Suzhou? The tall bun resembles a blooming peony, which has a very good meaning."

"I believe in your craftsmanship, so I'll listen to you."

After getting Song Ying's approval, Yanqiu instructed Xiao Liu on how to comb her hair.

At this time, the door was opened again, and Luo Yanxing and Xiaoxiang came in. "You've already started combing your hair. Didn't you say the wedding will be at 3 p.m.? Why don't you sleep a little longer?"

Xiaoxiang covered her mouth and laughed, "Of course I can't sleep."

Luo Yanxing realized what was happening and was immediately overjoyed. However, he also said with sadness, "That Yuan Qing is such a lucky guy. He actually got to marry such a great girl like my sister."

After nearly a year, Yu Lingwan and Luo Yanxing had become familiar with each other. Upon hearing this, she smiled and said, "Why, from what Sister Yanxing said, do you still want to marry Sister Lingwei?"

"Of course not!" Luo Yanxing sighed deeply, his face full of regret, "It's a pity that I'm not a man."

Everyone in the room burst into laughter.

Xiao Liu said, "I know you and Yingwa have a good relationship. I'm really worried about you. Why don't you follow Xiao Cui and Er Ni's example and marry into the same village?"

"What do you want to learn from us?" Another voice came from the door. It was Zhao Xiaocui and others who came.

For a moment, the room became more and more lively with people talking and laughing. It was completely different from Zhao Xiaocui and the others getting married. There was not a trace of sadness at all.

At noon, Yang suddenly came in hurriedly, looking a little panicked, "Yingwa, the prefect's son is here. He said he came to add some makeup for you and wanted to hand it to you personally."

Song Ying was stunned. No one expected Shen Jing to come.

She was silent for a moment and stood up.

"Oh, isn't this a bad thing?" Yang hesitated. Today was a big day and nothing could go wrong.

It would be so embarrassing if it got out that a young man came to look for the bride.

"It's in public, there's no problem." Song Ying walked past her and went out. She knew Shen Jing. Although he sometimes acted rashly, he knew the seriousness of the matter.

Outside, Shen Jing was dressed in gorgeous clothes, standing among the villagers in the yard. He stood out from the crowd and was very conspicuous.

The villagers were obviously very curious about his arrival. They glanced at him from time to time, but did not dare to stare at him all the time.

When they saw Song Ying coming out, the villagers' eyes shifted between her and Shen Jing, with expressions ranging from worry to excitement.

Song Ying ignored the villagers' mixed looks and stepped forward, saying, "Master Shen, why are you here?"

Shen Jing turned around and saw that Song Ying was not wearing a wedding dress, but her hair was already combed into a bun.

The black hair was mixed with a velvet wig, stacked into three layers of cloud petals, each layer secretly tied with a thin rope soaked in osmanthus oil. The fluffy parts looked like flower buds bent by the morning dew, and the tight parts looked like shy half-opened buds.

A gold filigree and kingfisher-inlaid "Man Chi Jiao" ornament is inserted diagonally in the middle of the bun to distract the wearer. The kingfisher feathers reflect the sunlight and flow like dewdrops rolling on lotus leaves.

Her face was lightly made up, a rare sight. Her eyebrows were emerald green, not painted, but simply brushed with black ink at the ends. Her lips were red, not painted, but simply smudged with rose dew to create a natural hue.

The cheeks are lightly rouge, which shows through the skin, making it look white and rosy, which looks very beautiful.