Getting along with Fang Shanggong is very, very comfortable.
Xie Ning somewhat understood why others said that Fang Shanggong was very dependent on Concubine He.
It was said that Concubine He could not leave her company even for a moment in the years before her death.
Fang Shanggong has this ability.
From what to eat for three meals, what to use for snacks, what to do before lunch, how to spend the afternoon, how to spend the time during dinner, Fang Shanggong arranged everything for her.
Within a few days, Fang Shanggong could give very authoritative opinions on what Xie Ning should wear every day and how she should style her hair, and most of the suggestions would be adopted by Xie Ning.
When Fang Shanggong did all this, Xie Ning did not feel at all that she was domineering, overwhelming others with power, and did not feel unhappy at being manipulated.
Fang Shanggong's words and deeds were like spring rain, moistening things silently.
At this moment, even Qinghe and Qingmei had nothing but good things to say about her.
What a profound and gentle person Fang Shanggong is.
She smiled and showed Qing He how to comb some difficult buns.
Qing He listened intently, fearing that he would miss a word.
"I'm afraid you won't be able to remember it just by talking about it."
Xie Ning came up with an idea with a smile: "You can try it yourself."
Qinghe's eyes lit up.
One of the newly appointed palace maids had very good hair, which was dark and thick.
Many women dreamed of having such cloud-like hair, so that they would not have to worry about how to fill in the wig when combing their buns.
But a fake bun is a fake bun, and no matter how well-made it is, it can still look strange.
The little palace maid came into the room and knelt down, kowtowed, and said with some fear: "Slave Tao Feng, please pay your respects to the master."
Xie Ning called her up gently and told her, "Sit down by the window."
Tao Feng knelt down again with a frightened plop: "I don't dare, this slave."
Qing He held back his laughter and pulled her up: "Don't think so wildly.
Fang Shanggong wants to teach me how to do my bun.
I'll lend you your hair."
Only then did Tao Feng understand that, even though she was like this, she still didn't dare to sit down.
She reluctantly turned half sideways, with only half of her body resting on the stool.
That awkward posture made people feel tired for her.
Qinghe took the comb, loosened the three-ya bun on her head, and combed her hair smoothly.
This hair is really good, black and shiny, and very smooth to the touch.
Qing He couldn't help but ask her: "What do you usually put on your head?"
Tao Feng has been asked this before, but she really doesn't have any secrets.
"All my family members have good hair.
My grandmother is already in her 70s and her hair has not turned gray yet."
Then others will not be envious of you.
Qinghe felt a little regretful.
Xie Meiren’s hair is also good, but the strands are a little brittle.
Qing He had asked about several folk remedies before.
Some people said that using castor oil was beneficial, but he had not considered it before.
Now that his master is pregnant again, Qing He did not dare to try it randomly.
Fang Shanggong showed Qing He how to make a moon-looking bun.
This seemingly complicated bun could be done with only a hair tie.
Not only Qing He and Qing Mei looked at it seriously, but Xie Ning also watched with gusto.
She watched Qing He comb her hair into a peony bun, a falling horse bun, a cloud bun, and even a snake bun under Fang Shanggong's guidance.
The atmosphere in the room was quite relaxed and harmonious.
Fang Shanggong would sometimes praise her good deeds and sometimes find faults.
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Her unique hoarse and low voice seemed to have a calming smell, and even her voice, which was as stiff as a stone at first, seemed to be calming.
Tao Fengdu gradually relaxed and even looked at himself in the bronze mirror next to the window sill with his hair styled in different buns.
Xie Ning felt that Qing He and Fang Shanggong were like little girls playing with rag dolls.
They were braiding the doll's hair and changing clothes, one after another.
I opened the cabinet and took out the newly acquired hairpins and hairbands to decorate those delicate and changeable buns.
Qinghe listened to Fang Shanggong's explanation of truths that she had never heard from others before.
The higher your bun is, the better.
The more jewelry you wear, the better.
Of course, the more colorful your clothes are, the better.
Fang Shanggong grabbed a handful of flower hairpins in his hand and said in a mocking tone: "Look, what does it look like if you have such a thing stuck in your head?"
Everyone in the room looked at the hairpin.
Qingmei tentatively said, "It looks like a needle inserted into it."
It's true.
Tao Feng also boldly said: "I feel like the straw target that the candy seller carries on his shoulders."
Xie Ning couldn't stop laughing.
This metaphor is more vivid.
The hairpin does look a bit like a candied haws skewer, and the grass target also looks like a human head.
Fang Shanggong also smiled: "It's funny, but there are really people who stick their heads in like this.
I've seen it with my own eyes."
Qing He felt that she should have seen him, but she couldn't remember who it was.
Thank God, she hasn't dressed her master like this yet.
Firstly, the master used to be of low rank and was only a mere talent.
Secondly, the master's temperament does not like to show off.
He has never been willing to comb his hair in a bun that is more than a foot high, let alone wear all the jewelry hairpins on his body.
Qing He used to think that the reason why noble people are valuable is that they naturally have to dress differently from others.
But after these days, she gradually understood that a truly noble person did not need to wear gold and silver and call slaves to show his identity.
For example, the emperor only wore a blue uniform when he came here last time.
Who dares to say whether the emperor is too poor to wear it or does not deserve it?
The same goes for my master.
In the past, she was a talented person without favors, and no one would respect her even if she wore luxurious new clothes.
But things are different now.
Even if the master goes out wearing a pair of coarse shirts and trousers, someone will definitely praise him for his simplicity and generosity, and maybe someone will imitate him and dress like this.
This is no joke, many people are now quietly inquiring about what Xie Meiren wears, what she likes to do, and even what she usually eats.
They imagine that they are as beautiful as Xie Meiren, and they hope to be favored by it.
They even think that if they eat and sleep like her, they will have the hope of conceiving a dragon.
It was almost lunch time, and Qing He came out of the house with Tao Feng.
Tao Feng's legs were weak and she had no idea how she came out of the master's room.
She held several flower hairpins and a few pairs of small silver earrings in her hands, wrapped with a handkerchief underneath.
These were all given to her by her master, who asked her to take them back and share them with her roommate.
Although it is not a very valuable thing, it is a rare face.
These new palace maids did not know each other well before.
They were dispatched from several places, and they were always wary and defensive when dealing with each other.
But in Yingxiang Pavilion, they are all the same, they are all newcomers.
They are not accepted by the eldest palace maid Qing He and the eunuch leader Hu Rong, and Xie Meiren does not approve of them.
But it will be fine in the future.
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Tao Feng held the jewelry and felt her heart pounding, as if she was holding a rabbit in her chest.
She thought it would get better and better in the future.
When the emperor came, the things spread out on the table had not been completely put away.
The butterfly-shaped hairpins were made of different shapes and were extremely beautiful.
It seemed that the sound of heavier footsteps would frighten them and fly away with flapping wings.
Facing a large area of sparkling and magnificent jewelry on the table, Xie Ning only wore a gray plain jacket.
Only the shoulders, armpits and front have thin edges decorated with rose purple cloud brocade.
Such plain clothes were trimmed with such exquisite and gorgeous borders.
The emperor had never seen such clothes before.
Xie Ning was unable to finish his salute when the emperor held his hand and supported him: "Didn't I tell you not to move the salute so easily?"
Xie Ning smiled and invited him to take a seat.
Qing He brought tea and Xie Ning opened a box and put the butterfly hairpins back one by one.
The emperor casually picked up a branch and said, "What were you doing in the room just now?
Why did you arrange such a piece?"
"Qinghe is learning how to do her bun with Fang Shanggong."
The butterfly hairpin in the emperor's hand is very delicate, and the exquisitely engraved butterfly wings tremble slightly, making it look almost alive.
He compared the hairpin in his hand to Xie Ning's temple, and felt that the butterfly hairpin with colorful wings matched the cloud-like green silk very well.
The emperor hesitated for a moment: "Why haven't I seen you wearing these before?"
Xie Ning took the hairpin and shook it vigorously.
The butterfly wings swayed even more.
"I'm afraid this will catch my hair and it will break."
The emperor understood immediately.
Just like he would not wear a jade-beaded tiara during normal court gatherings.
The dangling beads not only block his vision and make him heavy, but also sometimes touch his forehead and the back of his neck.
Even when he was close to the concubines in the harem, he was almost scratched by hairpins and headdresses.
The emperor held up one of her hands, hooked her sleeve and held it carefully: "Why did you think of using brocade to embroider the edge of this coat?
It looks very unique."
This coat looks old at first glance.
It's completely different after the new clothes have been soaked in water.
You can tell at a glance.
But the Yun brocade that was put on it was still dazzling, and it should have been put on it recently.
"As soon as I heard it, Your Majesty, you will know that you have never seen how ordinary people live at home."
Xie Ning said softly, pulling back his sleeves: "If a piece of clothing shrinks a bit after being washed, the sleeves are short, or the If it’s worn out, you can’t patch it up so you can wear it again.”
The emperor also saw that she was joking.
With Xie Ning's current rank and favor, how could she still need tattered and old clothes?
So the emperor also said: "Even if your coat is brand new, it is not worth as much as the Yun brocade pieces that were put together after a few pieces.
It's really a waste of watermelons and sesame seeds."
Xie Ning said with a smile: "What the emperor said is true, but these small pieces of Yun brocade are leftover from cutting clothes, and they are not enough for anything.
It happened that Fang Shanggong said that this coat was too plain, so he gave the leftover scraps to Used it.”
Xie Ning didn't know what the other concubines talked about when they were with the emperor, including poetry, songs, music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and even important matters in the court.
But she thought, the emperor would not just discuss family issues with others like this.
I'm not feeling well today, my stomach hurts badly.
Will add more updates tomorrow
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