She rubbed her eyes drowsily and looked at the beautiful woman in front of her who was wearing an exquisite red dress, a red hairpin in her hair, and a thin layer of makeup on her face.
"Sister Yingying?" Rou'er almost didn't sleep all night, and she was all groggy: "What's wrong with you?"
Seeing her eyes full of confusion, she frowned and said, "Today is your and the palace master's big day!"
Rou'er slapped her forehead and then remembered this important event.
He quickly jumped out of bed and said, "Uh, by the way, Sister Yingying, I have to get out quickly."
Yingying looked at her angrily and funny, took her arm and said, "How can a bride go out without dressing up like you?"
"Well, the palace master has sent over everything you need today. Let me put your makeup on before going out."
Listening to Yingying's joking words, Rou'er smiled sheepishly.
Yingying dragged her over and sat her down in front of the dressing table.
Looking at her skillful movements, Rou'er asked curiously: "Sister Yingying, how can you do this?"
Although Yingying is smart, she has lived in the valley for a long time, and her voiceless bridal bun is not unfamiliar at all.
Yingying tapped her head with the back of a comb and said, "The palace master knows that you won't let strangers touch you."
"A few days ago, I asked Qingyin Xi Niang to teach me how to dress the bride."
Rou'er's heart skipped a beat, and a trace of emotion flashed in her eyes. Brother Haoyue puts everything in his heart and never allows himself to be wronged in the slightest.
Seeing the rouge box on the dressing table, she curiously picked up a box and smelled it.
The fresh aroma is not unpleasant at all, just like the faint fragrance of blooming flowers.
"Why is this rouge different from the previous one?" she asked doubtfully.
A few days ago, Haoyue Rufeng not only showed her the style of the wedding dress, but also the bride's hair accessories, rings, makeup and other things.