The days flew by in the blink of an eye, and the small garden party that was supposed to come finally came, and there was no way to hide it.
At this moment, Ning Yujin was sitting in front of the mirror, letting Xiangyue dress herself up.
Her appearance was reflected in the mirror, with a simple and simple moon-white dress, a round face and delicate facial features, jade skin, cherry lips, almond eyes and gleaming pupils. Although she was not extremely beautiful, she still had her own charm.
She couldn't help but feel a little funny: When did she start to correct herself from being disabled?
I still remember that Aunt Li sneaked over to give her cherry wine two days ago to thank her for saving her last time in the eldest lady's room. She also looked at her blankly for a while.
After a long while, she muttered: "Third Miss and Aunt Wan really look more and more alike."
Is it becoming more and more similar?
Ning Yujin couldn't help but touch her face, wanting to feel what Aunt Wan looked like, but she really couldn't imagine what she looked like.
The only impression she has of the woman who gave birth to her is this face that looks more and more like her.
"Young lady looks quite good when she is quiet and not making trouble." Xiangyue held an eyebrow pencil in her hand and stroked Ning Yujin's eyebrows one by one, saying seriously.
Ning Yujin came back to her senses in a trance, saw herself with exquisite makeup in the mirror, and quickly said to Xiangyue: "Don't go to such trouble, just do it casually."
Anyway, no matter how you dress up, you can't compare to those people's ostentatious display. It's better to be more modest so that you can feel more comfortable.
Xiang Yue immediately lengthened her tone and said with a serious look on her face: "Miss, you can't do this all the time. How can a woman look her best in front of her sweetheart if she doesn't want to dress up?"
Ning Yujin winked at herself in the mirror and made a face, and said nonchalantly: "If you really like someone, even if they are old and ugly, you will treat them like a treasure. If you don't like someone, even if they are uniquely beautiful, you will still treat them like a treasure."
Discard them like worn out shoes. If my sweetheart likes me, he will like me no matter what I look like. If my sweetheart doesn't like me, he will be bored no matter how much I try to please him. In this case, why should I bother with it?"
"Miss, how can you come up with so many lies?" Xiangyue was quite speechless at Ning Yujin's ability to get involved in everything, but after thinking about it, she felt that what she said seemed to make sense.
It's over, it's over, she's almost been brainwashed.
"But Miss, do you really have the kind of feelings you mentioned?"
Ning Yujin tilted his head to look at her and asked with a smile: "Why, you don't believe it?"
Xiangyue shook her head: "I can't say that I don't believe it. I'm just confused after seeing so many groups of wives and concubines in the Gaomen compound. You said that if you really have this kind of feeling, how can it be distributed to so many people? And those wives
Won't aunts feel sad when they see their husbands having sex with other women? Why do all I see are attempts to win over people's hearts by any means necessary, and it's even a common practice for maids to become aunts? "
Ning Yujin shrugged her shoulders: "This is the tragedy of women in an era where men are superior to women!"
Here, from the moment a woman is born, the meaning of her existence is to get married.
When a certain age is reached, the mother will select a candidate, and then set a date to carry him through the door, and then the married life of daily necessities and daily necessities begins.
It doesn't seem to matter what kind of person they marry or what kind of life they live.
What matters is whether she can take charge of the government, what benefits the person she marries can bring to the family, and whether the child she gives birth to is the legitimate eldest son...
Whether or not she has feelings for the man she has spent her whole life with has never seemed to matter.
Maybe there is still a little bit of emotion, so that it won't be too awkward when you are intimate. But the emotion is too shallow, so thin that when a man turns around and falls into the gentle love of another woman, he won't feel too sad.
Just like the eldest lady, she can allow Ning Zhongjian to be philanthropic, but she doesn't want him to favor her exclusively because she doesn't want the power in her hands to be dispersed. If you ask her how much she likes Ning Zhongjian, she won't be able to answer her even if she doesn't protect him.
This kind of makeshift life relying on other things as a link is definitely not what she wants.
But Xiangyue also asked honestly, does the kind of emotion she mentioned really exist in this era?
She didn't know the answer herself.
"Okay." Xiangyue sketched the last stroke and finished the work perfectly.
Ning Yujin suddenly came to her senses, and suddenly reached out to the mirror and slapped her face: "Ning Yujin, Ning Yujin! What are you thinking about now? Ning Yuning, that little monster is still waiting for you.
Go and destroy them, the people of the world are still waiting for you to save them, and thousands of handsome guys are still waiting for you to admire them, how can you let yourself go at this moment?"
After I finished speaking in a crackling voice, my whole body and mind felt much more relaxed.
Ning Yujin took a long breath and smiled: "Little monster, I'm here."
With that said, the extremely arrogant person turned around, twisted her waist and walked out the door.
Xiang Yue was stunned in place the whole time. Until Ning Yujin's figure was completely invisible, she still didn't come back to her senses.
Their lady seemed to have been beaten a little too hard this time.
"Hey, miss, wait for me, how can you go alone!!"
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I have to say that Ning Yuning spent a lot of money on this small garden party.
Look at the various eating utensils prepared on the long table in the garden. They are all exclusively for sale. Their level is as high as that of a royal palace. It seems more like they are giving hints to others.
Ning Yujin glanced at it as she passed by, her calculations started to click in her mind, and she suddenly laughed out loud: "This is the rhythm that requires Aunt Zhao to push the coffin at the bottom of the box and bring it in."
When the eldest lady asks for interest next month, they must be careful not to be so angry that they vomit blood.
"Miss, the second lady is here." Xiangyue gently pulled Ning Yujin's sleeve and reminded her.
As soon as Ning Yujin raised her eyes, she saw a large swaying field of red flowers and green willows bursting into her eyes. After she took a closer look, she saw Ning Yuning's figure among the crowd.
Tell me, it's not a peacock tail competition. They all dress more colorfully than the flowers. Are they deliberately looking for a sense of presence?
And Ning Yuning is wearing a smoky green gauze skirt, with her skirts floating in the air, and she has the appearance of a Luo Shen, but what about the person next to her wearing a bright red floral skirt?
Have you really never heard of "red with green, it's a bullshit match", so why don't you want to play with the standard combination of green leaves and red flowers?
Ahem, even if you want green leaves with red flowers, Ning Yuning should be the red flower. Did they make something wrong?
"Miss, calm down!"
Xiangyue was tugging at Ning Yujin's sleeves, trying to make her look normal.
But there was no smile on her face. What was going on with her shoulders that kept shaking?
Ning Yujin hurriedly coughed twice to cover up her embarrassment, took a step forward and met Ning Yuning: "How are you, second sister?"