After playing with kites for a long time, the sequelae was late for half a day before it swept up. Yang Yaoer lay lazily in the quilt and refused to get up.

Madam Liu didn't urge her, and after she was waiting for her to wash, she asked Liangui to bring all the food to the bed to feed her.

Just using the meal, she rubbed Yang Yaoer's arms and legs, and stuffed the person back into the quilt.

"Girl, let's sleep for a while." Madam Liu patted her back lightly, as if she was trying to coax her to sleep.

Yang Yaoer yawned slowly, grabbed the corner of the quilt with her fingers and closed her eyes again. In a vague way, she seemed to have returned to the yard she used to be.

The yard was extremely quiet, and only occasionally could I hear a low cough. The cough was sometimes dull, and sometimes it was like a pair of hands pulling it, hoarse.

It was getting late.

She was so hungry that she had to caress her belly over and over again, as if she would be full.

It was unknown how long it had been, but the lock hanging on the door had just moved, and the yard door was opened from outside. My mother's face was pale and tired, so she hurried into the kitchen.

Yang Yaoer sniffed her nose.

She stared at her mother's figure, and then she brought the bowl into her father's house, and then she gave the bowl to her brother. Her brother was holding a broken book in her hand. She vaguely remembered that he told her that it was picked up from outside. There was a painting on it, and under the faint light, the painting seemed to have come alive.

She looked at Hua'er and touched her belly again.

She was so hungry.

It would be great if you had fish at this time.

She was stunned.

But I don't have fish, she thought.

She was so hungry that only the grass on the ground could be pulled off and stuffed into her mouth. As she bit her, the bitter smell of grass juice penetrated into her mouth, and she felt not very hungry.

I don't have fish.

She thought, and Daidai reached out to reach the grass.

But my mother came to her.

My mother gave her a drink, then she held her face, drew her eyebrows and lips, and said to her: "Does my son want to eat chicken, duck, fish and meat? Do I want to wear silk and satin? Is my mother sending you to live a good life... okay?"

Her eyes were dark.

My mother's voice gradually faded away, and the dark yard seemed to have turned into a dark hole.

She raised her hand and waved her, but found herself lifting a curtain.

Suddenly someone pushed her hard behind her and said coldly: "Why doesn't Miss Yang know how to salute when she sees the emperor?"

Yang Yaoer got up ignorantly, with tears hanging on the corners of her eyes.

"girl."

"girl!"

"Miss, wake up."

Yang Yaoer blinked slowly, and realized that she had changed from lying down to lying down. So that's how it was. Yang Yaoer clenched her fists and pounded her chest.

That's why it's boring.

She thought to herself.

Madam Liu helped her sit up.

Only then did Yang Yaoer realize that the lights in the house were lit. Not only in the house, but also outside the house. There were bright lights everywhere, and you could vaguely see figures coming and going from the window paper.

"I'm hungry." Yang Yao'er said.

Mama Liu smiled and said, "What are the girls eating? I can eat some now."

"Chicken, duck, fish, meat..." She jumped out word by word.

"Okay, I'll order someone to present it now."

Yang Yaoer's eyes were a little confused: "...I have chicken, duck, fish and meat."

When Mama Liu heard this, she smiled and said, "Stop talking about chicken, duck, fish, what kind of dragon liver, phoenix marrow should be eaten?"

Liangui was also laughing. She directed other little palace maids and said, "Assisting the girl, get up, wash, and take out her clothes."

The door of the house is wide open.

Several female officials came in carefully holding their dresses.

It was the dress that Yang Yaoer had just seen two days ago. It was shining with golden light on it and was so beautiful.

Yang Yaoer stared at the clothes and asked blankly, "There are silk, silk, satin, and so on?"

"have."

The female official pointed to the clothes and said, "Girl, the tattoos on the top were woven by hundreds of female weavers. It took a full month to work. How could it be as simple as silk and satin?"

Yang Yaoer: "Ah."

It turns out that she has it all.

She has fish.

There are also beautiful clothes.

She hasn't tasted hungry for a long time.

The taste of grass juice is almost impossible to remember.

Yang Yaoer licked her lower lip. At this time, the servants had already presented the food. They lined up the food on the table. Liangui helped Yang Yaoer over and whispered to her: "Miss, you can't eat too much. You may not be able to give me a chance to give me a favor in a while. It's time to hold it up."

Yang Yaoer understood what she meant, so hesitated to put down her chopsticks.

She used to be like this, she could only eat one meal a day. Because her mother said that she was too stupid. After eating in the morning, she would pull it into her pants. No one would clean it up for her and it would smell bad.

Madam Liu said, "There is no need to be a taboo about these. The girl is eating more now and then she will go to the toilet before going out."

Liangui thought about it, so too.

On the wedding day, others must not dare to eat a bite of food or drink a bite of water, for fear of something funny.

But the emperor had said a long time ago that she should bring enough food and not let her be hungry.

They naturally don't restrain the girls.

They served Yang Yaoer to sit down and eat, but Yang Yaoer still didn't have a few bites.

She held the teacup and whispered while drinking hot tea, "Do you go out?"

"Yes, the girl is going out today."

“What are you doing when you go out…”

Mama Liu and Lian Gui looked at each other and smiled at each other, "Go out and get married!"

Yang Yaoer suddenly widened her eyes.

She was confused and didn't know what to do today.

"Didn't the girl wait early in the morning?" Madam Liu said with a smile.

Yang Yao'er's hand holding the teacup immediately tightened. She sat there stiffly, just like that day, when Madam Liu opened the curtain, she saw her lying on the bed, straight.

"Miss, have you used it?" Liangui asked.

Yang Yaoer was still in a frightened state and didn't even care about nodding.

Liangui didn't ask any more questions, but only brought the tea to rinse his mouth, and asked Yang Yaoer to hold two candy pieces made of flowers, and then she asked her to spit it out afterwards.

Mama Liu gently stroked Yang Yaoer's back: "Girls are not afraid. We scared the girl. Getting married is a good thing, girls are not afraid..."

Many thoughts flashed through Yang Yaoer's mind for a moment, but she couldn't catch any of them.

She just stared at the table full of food in a daze, and then the little palace maid helped her to get up and sat in front of the dressing table.

The dressing table is already filled with rouge and water powder and various colors of jewelry.

At this time, a woman came in, bowed and said, "Girl, I'm here to open my face to the girl."

After saying that, the woman walked to the dressing table and took out some silk thread.

She carefully raised Yang Yaoer's face, then took a light breath, held her breath, and then twisted the thread more carefully.

Yang Yaoer felt so embarrassed with her face.

Mama Liu patted the back of her hand and said, "Only by opening her face can you be considered a married woman. It will be fine now. If the girl is afraid of pain, she will pinch Lao Nu and Lian Gui, and she will not feel the pain."

Yang Yaoer's whole body was extremely stiff, and she was just feeling so lazy.

The woman's movements were indeed very fast. She put away the silk thread and wiped Yang Yaoer's face with a veil soaked in cold water. Her movements were gentle, for fear of damaging her face.

Wait until it's clean.

Yang Yaoer opened her eyes.

Everyone was shocked when they saw it.

Yang Yaoer's eyes were filled with water, and tears were about to fall. Everyone present was so nervous that this scene was tightened.
To be continued...