An ugly girl starts off, then becomes a beauty

Time passed in silence. After the rain, the heat in the yard returned. After all, it was just the beginning of autumn. Even if it was cool for a few days, it would still be hot for a few days. The cicadas outside the window kept chirping, disturbing everyone in the house. The beauty in front of the bronze mirror was already sweating profusely.

Sang Ling no longer dared to say that her makeup skills were pretty good.

The past was the past and the present is the present.

If she doesn't practice makeup skills for a few years, they will be gone, not to mention that she is unfamiliar with the tools of this era.

Cheng Ai, Zong Xiang and Wei Chu are also novices in this area. Cheng Ai is a little better, but only in terms of doing hair, and she is not good at applying makeup.

"How about going to ask the Madam to invite the maid over?"

Sang Ling had just washed his face in the bathroom. He hesitated for a while after listening to Cheng's words, and finally shook his head, "Stop, don't make such a big noise."

Although Madam Zhaoyu had always let them do what they wanted, it was still a little strange to bring this kind of dressing up thing to her mother-in-law, as if she was deliberately trying to please Nie Ce - although maybe, maybe, there was a little bit of this meaning. But in essence, it was more to thank him for taking her out to play.

Since Jiansi came here ten years ago, she has never gone out for fun except going to school, visiting other people's homes, or accompanying Sang Feng'e shopping. Nie Ce must be an old man in Chang'an, and she did all these just to thank him.

"Let me try again." Then she knelt back in front of her dressing table, clenching her fists.

Fortunately, Nie Ce was waiting in the carriage today. After half an hour, he still didn't see anyone coming out. He lifted the carriage curtain to take a look, and a servant from Wuyuan, Ma Xing, came to reply, "Young Madam said that it's already the view. Please wait a little longer."

"What got into your eyes?" The marquis behind the car window put down the bamboo slips and asked curiously.

Ma Xing scratched the back of his head and said, "Slave, I don't know either."

About half a quarter of an hour later, a few figures were vaguely seen in front of the mansion gate. They walked stealthily. Her two maids surrounded a person wearing a veiled hat and got on the carriage.

The carriage curtain was lowered, and the Sang family girl poked her head out from behind the veil.

"Are you okay?" she asked with her eyes wide open.

Nie Ce narrowed his eyes and looked at her for a while, then pointed to her cheeks and said, "It's a little red."

She uttered "Oh" twice, and took out a palm-sized mother-of-pearl mirror case from the sash bag at her waist, then took out a small porcelain basin, dipped an oval piece of coarse velvet cloth in some tile powder, applied it on her cheeks and patted them a few times. The sudden blush on her cheeks faded a lot immediately.

"Is this okay?" The girl from the Sang family came up from behind the mirror.

Nie Ce stared at the candlelight inside the car and nodded somewhat awkwardly.

We passed Qiting Street and turned a corner at the intersection with Changting Avenue. We slightly lifted the curtain and saw a three-story pavilion with brilliant lights through the bustling crowd. The three big characters "Bixiao Pavilion" were embroidered on the flag. However, it was only a quick glance. The carriage drove along the side road. There were two or three pine and cypress trees planted every three meters, with lanterns hanging on the branches. The road ahead was particularly bright.

Walking to the end of the busiest street, Maquan Street, the laughter and joyful chatter beside the carriage could not wait to enter Sang Ling's ears.

"Aren't we playing here?" She turned around and looked at Nie Ce.

She had been to Maquan Street before, but that was always during the day, and she had things to do every time she went there, so she didn't have the leisure to stroll around. Today, firstly, she was free and had nothing to do; secondly - it was at night, when it got dark, and the streets were full of lights and wine, and many shops were still open. For some reason, it seemed like a place of drunkenness and dreams, which was more fun than during the day.

Young Marquis Nie sneered and looked back, then leaned forward and pointed to a place outside the window, "Let's go there."

Sang Ling looked in the direction where the gorgeous lantern wall was passing. There were buildings and taverns rising from the ground, with flying flags and hanging lanterns on the eaves. It was truly the best among the mediocre ones.

“Cyclamen?” she asked.

This is the most famous wine shop in the country. It opens at twilight and closes at dawn. The building is a hundred feet high and you can pick the stars. The girl's heart is so excited that she looks back and asks curiously, "Would you like to take me for a drink?"

"If you want to drink, drink then. If you don't want to drink, there are plenty of delicacies for you." Nie Ce looked at him, and the two of them were almost touching each other.

He didn't change his expression. Sang Ling subconsciously stepped back a little. If it weren't for the powder on his face, he might have been a monkey's butt by now. Even though the two of them had done everything, once they left the bed, it seemed that they had automatically severed that relationship.

Even though she gradually accepted her identity as the daughter-in-law of the Nie family, she still did not seem to have a sense of belonging to Nie Ce. At most, she could only discuss matters related to the couple with him, or say a few words of concern to him - but these were only superficial consolation.

If they really wanted to snuggle up to each other in a passionate and affectionate way, Sang Ling would always feel strange deep down.