The relationship with Fang Shanggong is very, very comfortable.

Xie Ning understood a little why others said that Fang Shanggong was very relied on Concubine He back then. It is said that Concubine He never let her company go for a moment before her death.

Fang Shanggong has this ability.

Fang Shanggong put all of her authoritative opinions on what to eat for three meals, what to use for snacks, what to do before lunch, how to spend the afternoon, and how to spend dinner. After a few days, Fang Shanggong could express very authoritative opinions on what Xie Ning wears and what hairstyle to comb, and most of the suggestions would be adopted by Xie Ning.

When Fang Shanggong did all this, Xie Ning did not feel that she was domineering, and she was not displeased with her power, and was not manipulated and manipulated. Fang Shanggong's words and behaviors moistened things silently like spring rain. At this moment, even Qinghe Qingmei's words were all her good words.

How profound and gentle is Fang Shanggong.

She smiled and pointed out how to comb some of Qinghe's difficult buns. Qinghe was so focused that she was afraid of missing a word.

"You may not remember just saying this." Xie Ning smiled and gave an idea: "You can try it yourself."

Qinghe's eyes lit up.

Among the newly-received palace maids, one of them had a good hair, which was black and thick. Many women dreamed of having such beautiful hair as clouds, so that they would have to work hard to fill the wig when combing their hair. But the fake bun is a fake bun, and no matter how well they were done, people could still see something strange.

The little palace maid entered the house and knelt down and kowtowed, saying in fear: "I, Tao Feng, pays me a blessing to my master."

Xie Ninghe called her up in a friendly manner and told her, "Sit down to the window."

Tao Feng was so scared that he knelt down again: "I don't dare."

Qinghe held back her laughter and pulled her up: "Don't think about it all, Fang Shanggong wants to guide me to comb my bun and lend it to your hair."

Tao Feng then realized that even so, she still didn't dare to sit down. She barely turned halfway and only half of her body was placed on the stool. The awkward posture made people tired for her to look at.

Qinghe took the comb, spread the three-bun bun on her head, and combed her beautiful hair smoothly. This hair was so good, black and shiny, and it was very smooth when touched.

Qinghe couldn't help asking her: "What do you usually wipe your head?"

Tao Feng has been asked about this before, but she really has no secrets.

"My family has good hair. My grandmother is already seventy and has no gray hair yet."

Then others will be envious of this.

Qinghe has some regrets.

Xie Meiren's hair is also good, but her hair is a little crisper. Qinghe has asked several folk remedies before. Some people said that using castor oil is good, but I didn't care about it before. Now my master is pregnant again, so Qinghe doesn't dare to try it randomly.

Fang Shanggong guided Qinghe how to tie a moon-looking bun. He could use only a rope to combed this not-so-simple bun. Not only did Qinghe and Qingmei look carefully, but even Xie Ning looked at it with relish.

She watched Qinghe combed her peony bun, fallen horse bun, cloud bun, and even a snake bun under Fang Shanggong's guidance. The atmosphere in the house was quite relaxed and harmonious. Fang Shanggong sometimes praised her well and sometimes picked up problems. Her unique hoarse and low voice seemed to have a calming smell. Even Tao Feng, who was stiff at the beginning, gradually relaxed, and even looked at her different buns from the bronze mirror next to the windowsill.

Xie Ning felt that Qinghe and Fang Shanggong were like little girls playing with rag dolls, combing the dolls, changing clothes, one set after another, and enjoying it... Xie Ning couldn't help but participate in it later, and told Qingmei to open a cabinet and take out the new flower hairpin and hairband to use it as a decoration for those delicate and changeable buns.

Qinghe listened to Fang Shanggong's narrative about the truths she had never heard others say before. The higher the bun, the better, the more jewelry, the better, and of course, the more clothes, the better.

Fang Shanggong grabbed a flower hairpin in his hand and said in a sarcastic tone: "Look, if such a handful of things are stuck on his head, what will it look like?"

Everyone in the room looked at the flower hairpin, and Qingmei said tentatively, "It looks like a needle plug."

It's true.

Tao Feng also said with a bold heart: "I feel like the straw target that the candy hawthorn skewers are carrying."

Xie Ning couldn't stop smiling.

This metaphor is more vivid. The flower hairpin looks a bit like a candied haws, and the grass target is also quite like a human head.

Fang Shanggong also smiled: "Is it funny? But there are people who have inserted their heads like this, I have seen it with my own eyes."

Qinghe thought she should have seen it, but she just couldn't remember who it was.

Thank God, she has not dressed her master in this way. Firstly, the master used to be of low grade, but just a talented person. Secondly, the master's personality did not like to be yang, and he never wanted to comb the bun that was more than one foot tall, and he was even more reluctant to put a full pair of jewelry hairpins on his body.

Qinghe used to think that the reason why noble people were valuable was naturally different from others. But over the years, she gradually realized that a truly noble person with status did not need to wear gold, silver, and call slaves and maids to show her identity. For example, the emperor only wore a green regular dress when he came last time. Who dared to say that the emperor was poor and could not afford to wear or was not worthy of wearing it?

The same is true for her own master. In the past, she was a talented person who was unpopular, and no one would respect her in luxurious new clothes. But now it is different. Even if the master wears a coarse shirt and pants, it is guaranteed that someone will praise her simplicity and generosity. Maybe some people will imitate her and wear it like this.

This is not a joke. Now many people are quietly inquiring about what beauty Xie wears and what she likes to do, and even letting go of what she usually eats.

They imagined that beauty Xie was as beautiful as she was, hoping to be favored by this, and even felt that eating and working like her would have hope of getting pregnant with a dragon seed.

It was almost time for lunch, and Qinghe took Tao Feng out of the house. Tao Feng's legs were weak, and she didn't know how she came out of the master's house. She was holding a few flower hairpins and a few pairs of very small white earrings, wrapped in a veil.

These were all rewarded by the master and asked her to take them back and share them with her room.

Although they are not very valuable things, this is a rare face! The new palace maids were not familiar with each other before. They were sent from several places and were wary and guarded against each other. However, they were all the same in Yingxiang Pavilion, all of them were newcomers, and they were not accepted by the great palace maid Qinghe and the eunuch leader Hu Rong, and Xie Meiren did not recognize them.

But it will be fine in the future.

Tao Feng held the jewelry and felt his heart pounding, as if he was holding a rabbit in his chest.

She thought it would get better and better in the future.

When the emperor came, the things that were spread on the table had not been completely put away. The butterfly-shaped hairpins were made in different shapes and were so beautiful that they could scare them to flap their wings and fly.

Facing a large piece of shiny and magnificent jewelry on the table, Xie Ning was only wearing a gray plain jacket. There were thin edges of rose purple cloud brocade on his shoulders and armpits and front. Such plain clothes were inlaid with such exquisite and gorgeous edges. The emperor had never seen such clothes.

Before Xie Ning could finish his gift, the emperor held his hand and held it: "Didn't you tell me not to move easily like this? I'll give up on the gift."

Xie Ning smiled and invited him to sit down. Qinghe brought the tea, and Xie Ning opened a box and put the butterfly hairpin back like that.

The emperor picked up a branch in his hand: "What did you do in the house just now? Why did you put such a piece?"

"Qinghe is learning to comb her bun with Fang Shanggong."

The butterfly hairpin in the emperor's hand was very delicate and delicate, with its exquisite and permeable wings trembling slightly, and it looked like it was alive.

He compared the hairpin in his hand to Xie Ning's temples, and felt that the butterfly hairpin with colorful wings was also very contrasting with the blue silk.

The emperor hesitated: "Why don't you see you wearing these?"

Xie Ning took the hairpin and shook it hard, and the butterfly wings swung even more violently.

"I'm afraid that this will definitely break if it hooks the hair."

The emperor suddenly understood. Just like he would not wear jade beads and mulberry in the grand dynasty meeting on weekdays, the beads that swayed not only blocked their sight, but also weighed heavily, but sometimes they did touch their foreheads and necks.

Even when he got close to the concubines in the harem, there was something that almost got scratched by a hairpin or a headdress.

The emperor held up one of her hands and hooked her sleeves to carefully hold the Xiangxiang: "Why do you think of using cloud brocade to inlaid the edges of this jacket? It looks unique."

The jacket looks old at first glance, but the new one will be completely different after watering it. You can see it at this glance. But the inlaid cloud brocade is still radiant and must have been inlaid.

"As soon as you hear, the emperor, you know that you have never seen how ordinary people live in their homes." Xie Ning said coquettishly and pulled his sleeves back: "If a piece of clothing is washed and reduced in size, the sleeves are short, or worn out, you must not sew and splice it before wearing it."

The emperor also saw that she was joking. With Xie Ning's current grade and holy favor, she would not have to wear any worn out old clothes. So the emperor also replied: "Even if your jacket is brand new, it is not as valuable as the Yunjin you put on after these pieces. It's really a waste of watermelon to pick up sesame seeds."

Xie Ning smiled and said, "What the emperor said is, but these small pieces of Yunjin are left over from the clothes, and nothing is enough to do. Fang Shanggong just said that this jacket was too plain and used the remaining scraps."

Xie Ning didn't know what other concubines talked about when they were with the emperor, poetry, songs, music, chess, calligraphy, painting, or even major events in the court?

But she thought, the emperor wouldn't just discuss some family matters with others, right?

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Chapter completed!