An ugly girl starts off, then becomes a beauty

Being too fat can lead to death.

Sang Ling's current figure looks like a ball from a distance. If he continues like this, he will inevitably get sick in the future.

If you want to survive, you must develop a complete weight loss plan: not only control your daily diet, but also get moving and exercise.

She had learned Taekwondo since she was young, and kept exercising all year round. She also knew a set of fitness rules. At night, after all the servants in the house had left, she would do a few rounds of aerobics by the couch, and then do some anaerobics.

I persisted in doing this secretly for a month and a half, and I could feel the difference in my body. In the past, I felt tired after just moving, and I always felt uncomfortable with the fat on my stomach pressing against each other when I sat down. Now that I exercise, these feelings have alleviated a lot, and I am finally no longer weak.

The body is prone to puffiness during adolescence, but once it is controlled and exercised, the outermost layer of fat will fall off relatively quickly.

Although I still look at myself in the bronze mirror and I am still a fat girl, my body shape doesn’t seem to have changed much, but once I have a successful start, I have more motivation to persist. Once I live a healthy life, slowly, even the pustules on my face began to decrease.

She no longer used the ointments provided by the mansion, and only insisted on washing her face with clean water, and tried her best to avoid wiping it with the handkerchief given by Ah Qing.

Now this face is so rotten that it can't withstand any more damage. While I'm still young and my body has a strong recovery ability, I can only let the skin heal slowly on its own. When the conditions are better in the future, I will think of a way to get medicine.

Autumn gradually arrived, and as long as she didn't show any abnormality in her diet, Ma wouldn't come to interfere.

In order to prevent Ah Qing from noticing that something was wrong, she basically stayed in the tent during the day. If she really had to go to the front hall to eat, she would wear several layers of clothes and try not to move around.

By the end of the year, Sang Ling had slimmed down from a fat man to a medium-sized fat man, and he went out of the tent less and less frequently.

This behavior was actually normal. Yuan Sangling was like this. The fat man was fat because he refused to move more. Ah Qing did not doubt it too much. Only one day, he felt uneasy for no reason. When he walked to the door, he turned back quietly, but saw the person in the tent turn over slightly, and then heard a snoring sound.

She put aside her doubts and slowly closed the door.

During the winter solstice in the imperial dynasty, the emperor entertained his ministers. After Sang Wu returned home from the palace, he immediately set up his own family banquet.

That night all the women in the backyard of the Sang mansion went there.

Sang Ling had never been there before. She was a loner by nature and didn't want to show up in front of everyone. Later, when this happened more and more, Sang Wu stopped mentioning her - not only because he disliked her appearance, but also because he didn't like her ungenerous behavior.

"How can she look like a daughter of a rich family?"

After leaving these words, Sang Wu never came to Qiu Garden again.

But Sang Ling is different now. She finally got such an opportunity after more than half a year, and she must attend this family dinner.

From now on, she should show her face more often in public and control her ungenerous attitude, so that Sang Wu will gradually change his mind and pay attention to her eldest daughter. I heard that the former Grand Tutor Zhi Qutong set up a private school in the palace, and the noble families in Beijing would send their underage children to school. Two years ago, I heard Sang Wu mentioned that he wanted to send Sang Ling to study, but I don't know why he never mentioned it again.

Maybe he thought she was ugly and would embarrass him if she went to the family hall. If she delayed it any longer, she would not be able to go when she turned fifteen next year. So from this family dinner on, she had to break her previous image little by little so that Sang Wu would be willing to send her to school.

This consideration is also for the future. She did not study hard in her own time and suffered a lot. She knew nothing about the culture prevalent in this era. She could not even fully understand ancient Chinese characters, let alone write them. If she became a Wuxia Amon, she would be confused all the way in the future.

That wasn't what she wanted.

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Ma knew before anyone else that Sang Ling was going to attend the family dinner.

The news from Qiu Garden had been reported to Zhiyu Residence by Ah Qing, and Ma had not stopped it after hearing about it. It would be good to let this eldest daughter show up more often. There had never been a daughter of this appearance among the noble families in Chang'an City. If Sang Wu looked at her more, his disgust would only deepen.

The thoughts of the people outside were like cumulus clouds in winter, which could be blown away by a gust of wind, but the people in Qiu Garden didn't care too much.

The shadows of the trees in the garden were mottled in the setting sun, melting the frost and snow on the road. A pair of exquisite pointed-toe shoes stepped lightly on them, and step by step, they stepped out of this cage that they had not left for half a year.

Ah Qing was following behind Sang Ling, and only now could he see Sang Ling's current figure clearly - there was even space on the sides of his robe, and his shoulders were not as round as before.

She just realized that something was wrong in the past six months: there were always a few times when Madam Ling would clear out the people in the room during meals, and she would not allow anyone to come close to serve her at night. Could it be that she was doing something strange in private?

However, even if he noticed something was wrong, it was too late to report it to his wife. While he was thinking, the master and servant had already arrived at Langxiang Pavilion.

The head of the family, Sang Wu, had not arrived yet, but all the female members of the family were present in the main house. Several concubines were seated at the end of the banquet. At the head on the right were the mother and daughter of the Ma family, and opposite them sat a mother and son: Sang Wu's elder sister, Sang Feng'e, and her son Gao Heng.

It was not surprising that Sang Feng'e would attend the Sang family's family dinner. Sang Wu had always valued her and would often invite this widowed sister to come over during festivals.

In fact, her aunt had a rough life. She married Guannei Hou Gao Shiqu at the age of 16 and gave birth to a pair of children. At the age of 24, her husband and eldest daughter died of illness one after another. The year after that, the grandfather and the wife of the Gao family also passed away, leaving only the mother and son in the entire Gao family. And this cousin Gao Heng was originally going to inherit the title. In the second year of Jiansi, he went out hunting with several sons of aristocratic families and accidentally killed someone, thus losing his title. In order to atone for his crime, Fu Ji went to the northwest that year and did not return to Beijing until this year.

The Gao Mansion was deserted and lonely. Since his nephew had just returned, Sang Wu had no choice but to bring the mother and son over to liven things up together.

"A Ling, I haven't seen you for a long time. You've lost weight."

Before Sang Ling had the time to greet the people in the house, the voice of his aunt Sang Feng'e was heard.