An ugly girl starts off, then becomes a beauty

When summer came, Sang Feng'e took Sang Ling to Baixiangxuan to try on new clothes.

Sang Ling was just changing into her quju when she saw the scene of Wei Ai paying money. The copper coins in the box were piled up in a pile. It was the first time she thought of this question. Would Sang Wu reimburse her expenses in Gao's house? She only knew one thing: the tuition was paid by Sang Wu. But the daily food, drink, defecation, and clothes and jewelry she needed, could it be that all these were paid by her aunt?

Suddenly I felt embarrassed.

Sang Feng'e was sitting by the window drinking honey water. When she saw Sang Ling coming out and looking in the direction she was looking, she couldn't help but burst out laughing, "Why, are you worried about your aunt's money?"

"A little bit," she admitted.

"It's just small money. Come here and let your aunt see this dress." Sang Feng'e waved her hand without much concern.

She walked over meekly, but then she thought of another question - in fact, it was not unprofitable for Sang Feng'e, after all, Sang Wu had provided a lot of financial support to the Gao family, and he often took Gao Heng to meet officials in Beijing, so the benefits were mutual.

"I said this style suits you, hurry up and make a few more, and add Zen clothes and gauze robes, twist some gold threads into them, then when you walk under the sun, won't it look even better?"

"You need some new jewelry too. Your face wasn't fully healed before, so the red ones got in the way. Now it's evenly distributed. You have the same natural white skin as your mother, so it goes perfectly with the apricot red and vermilion. Let's go to the Bixiao Pavilion later to look at some coral beads."

There was a genuine smile on the aunt's face. How could she not be happy to see her niece becoming more beautiful?

If we take him to the Donghou Mansion again, then Prince Xun should change his mind.

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That day Gao Heng went to Weinan with his senior brother from the Guan family. They didn't know how long they would be gone. He came to check Sang Ling's pulse the night before and stopped not only the medicine he was taking but also the medicine he was taking. He also told Sang Ling to eat more in the next few days, otherwise it would be inappropriate to lose weight too hastily.

Sang Ling weighed himself yesterday and found himself at 126. Privately, he thought he could still lose some weight, so he just responded meekly on the surface.

Then he asked Gao Heng, "Do you not need to feel my pulse from now on?"

"Why?" Gao Heng withdrew his hand and looked at her curiously.

My cousin had shaved his beard these past two days, and his face looked much cleaner than before. Today he didn't wear formal clothes, perhaps because he was going to sleep soon. He came here in a long robe, and his shoes were also slippers. But even so, he looked even more free and easy, not like a child of aristocratic family, but rather had the temperament of a young man who lived in seclusion in the rivers and lakes.

Another gust of wind from the corridor blew under the lamp, and the man's hair on his temples fluttered, which was really beautiful.

A smile appeared on her lips, and even her eyes brightened up. "Didn't you say that I'm well now?"

Once you have returned to normal, there will be no need for a follow-up visit.

"It is still necessary." Doctor Gao replied, "I always feel my mother's pulse, and I do the same for you, to check her pulse."

That's true. This is the case with all wealthy families in this era. Even if they are not sick or in any pain, they will still ask a doctor to check on them from time to time.

She smiled and nodded.

The next day, when Gao Heng went to Weinan with his senior brother from the Guan family, Sang Feng'e took Sang Ling out again. Until they got on the carriage, she thought they were going to the East Marquis's Mansion - after all, Wei Ai came to Hanning Garden early in the morning and specifically asked Ya Nu to dress up the young lady. Often, such a large number of people were mostly going to the East Marquis's Mansion.

But it was not until the carriage started moving that the aunt touched her forehead and said, "Let's go to Zhou's house today."

"Zhou Mansion?"

"I mentioned it to you before." The aunt's smile did not fade, and she glanced at her new clothes. "I didn't arrange the marriage with Zhou's daughter last year because I thought A-Man had just returned and I didn't know what he wanted. Now he is more stable in Beijing." The aunt's eyes met hers and she laughed twice more. "I also asked your brother last night, and he agreed."

There was a lot of noise outside the pavilion. Perhaps they were passing through a busy market. Sang Ling's mind went blank for a moment, but he immediately raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Okay, that's it."

Then Sang Feng'e took her hand and patted it again, "Aman's marriage is settled, what about our A Ling?"

Haven't you long been eyeing the Xun family of Donghou? She thought to herself, and said shyly with her head down, "A Ling, there's no hurry. You still have half a year to study."

"Yes, but we have to discuss it earlier. We can also look at two more houses."

If that's what she said, then the Xun family's fate is probably in jeopardy. Well, anyway - the Xun family is just the last way out. She smiled lightly and didn't say anything else.

In the imperial court, marriage proposals were always initiated by the man, but once it was initiated by the woman, as long as her family was not too poor, the marriage would be successful. Last year, Sang Feng'e delayed her marriage with Zhou Ying, a daughter of the Zhou family, on the pretext that "Gao Heng had just returned", and by the middle of this year, it was indeed possible to get married.

After all, Gao Heng is already twenty-six or twenty-seven years old this year and should have gotten married long ago. The girl from the Zhou family has been ill for several years and has never had a marriage plan. She turns twenty this year and the two of them are not too far apart in age, so it can be considered a good match.

Sang Ling just felt a little confused. After all, he had never heard Gao Heng talk about the Zhou family. But on second thought, he felt that he was being sentimental. Why did he talk about these things to a 14-year-old sister? Maybe in his eyes, he was still a child.

The Zhou family was also very polite that day. Except for the head of the Zhou family who was still in the county government, all the women of high rank in the family gathered in the main hall. Sang Ling knelt next to his aunt and listened to the conversation between the two families.

The aunt spoke very sincerely about what her son had done in the past six months and his future plans. Of course, she also mentioned Sang Wu. With his uncle being the Grand Marshal, Gao Heng would still be proud of it even if he could not become an official in the future. Moreover, he had outstanding medical skills and the noble families only respected him.

Looking back to today, if a family wants to ask Gao Jia Dalang to check their pulse, they must first come to the door politely and ask for his help.

Not long after, Zhou Ying, the daughter of the Zhou family, also came out to pay her respects to her aunt. This daughter was very pretty, about half a head shorter than the fourteen-year-old Sang Ling, but with a pretty face and fair skin. Standing there, she looked like a pear blossom after the rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

At Sang Feng'e's signal, Sang Ling stood up and greeted his future sister-in-law.

Laughter broke out in the room, and then there was another lively conversation. Her eyes slowly lowered, and she looked at the lacquered wooden floor in front of her feet for a long time. The corners of her mouth, which had been raised for a long time, felt a little sour.