An ugly girl starts off, then becomes a beauty

Nie Ce did not answer her question immediately. The fire bell rang in coordination and he went to the bathroom to change his clothes.

The young general still has to go to the Tianliang camp, so he can't waste much time.

At noon, the servants on the corridor also came. Cheng Lao brought Zong Xiang and Wei Chu in to help Sang Ling wash up. Nie Ce was done, but he stayed beside her for a while before leaving. He finally gave her an explanation, "It's hard to come to a conclusion now, but there will definitely be a result."

She put down the handkerchief, turned around and nodded silently.

After the people had gone far away, Cheng Ni helped her change into a long gown with curved hems. As she straightened the collar of her gown, she said earnestly, "Even if we can't consummate the marriage now, you have to learn to help the Marquis change his clothes. If you do nothing but watch, how can we be close to each other?"

"Should I dress him?" She looked back at her old mother.

The person in front of her nodded heavily, bent down and tightened the straps on her body, with the amplitude of the movement much larger than usual, as if he was demonstrating it to her, "Just like this." As he said this, he exerted force with his hands, and she gasped and almost lost her balance.

"Has the young lady learned it?" Aunt Cheng was still trying hard with her hands.

Sang Ling was strangled so much that he could only stand on tiptoe to breathe. He had no choice but to beg for mercy, "Okay, I understand. Ming, I'll put it on him tomorrow."

Only after she finished speaking was she released. She immediately let out a long breath. Zong Xiang and Wei Chu both had smiles on their faces, but did not dare to say anything. She was about to glare at them, but she couldn't help but think of Ya Nu - she and Ya Nu had done the same thing in front of Cheng Mu before, and they had also played around like this.

For a moment, those playful thoughts disappeared.

She couldn't help but look down at the robe on her body. In fact, when it came to wearing clothes of this era, she was not as agile as Nie Ce himself. Every morning when she got up to put on her clothes, she needed help from others. Sometimes, Ying Buzhi and a few servants would change Nie Ce's clothes, but sometimes she could put them on herself.

Why does he need Sang Ling to serve him?

*

Although she thought so, when she woke up early the next morning, she couldn't help but take a closer look - she saw that Nie Ce had already gotten up and was folding his quilt.

She half sat up, leaned against the couch and watched for a while, thinking that this man was really different from those children of wealthy families. Although sometimes he would be generous and habitually let others serve him, sometimes he was very independent, so independent that he didn't even seem like someone of that status.

It’s just like folding the quilt now.

Usually he got up earlier than Sang Ling. When he was busy there, Sang Ling was still turning over on the couch. He didn't pay much attention to what he was doing. At most, he knew when he went to the toilet next door and when he left.

Who would have thought that he, a distinguished figure like Marquis Mu Wu and General Chariots and Cavalry, would be folding his own quilt.

This scene is somewhat inexplicably weird.

At this time, Ying Buzhi had not arrived yet, but Cheng Ao knew how to seize the opportunity. She came earlier than usual. Before Nie Ce had finished packing, she knelt at the door and paid her respects. Then, without waiting for her master to speak, she walked in and went to Sang Ling's couch.

The girl in the tent had long black hair hanging down to her feet, and she was still wearing a thin middle-length dress. Even though she knew what the old lady meant by her actions, she couldn't help but be stunned for a moment while she was still sleepy.

"Go ahead." Cheng hung up the red veils on both sides and nodded at Nie Ce with her chin. Sang Ling looked up at her for a while and stammered, "I have to get dressed first, too."

"You must serve the Marquis first, Madam!" Old Cheng gritted her teeth, her eyes almost flying at her. She could only grab the edge of her trouser legs, gritted her teeth, and strode over, "Nie Ce, I'll help you put on your clothes."

There was a certainty in his tone, as if to cheer himself up. Nie Ce was just buttoning up his clothes, and he looked over, "What do I need you to do for me?"

"I—" She paused, "Let me help you get dressed."

If I don't help him, how can I consummate the marriage? If I don't consummate the marriage, how can I resolve the ambiguous relationship with my mother-in-law? If I don't resolve the relationship with my mother-in-law, how can I take the rest of the road well?

When she talked about the matter of "poisoning the wedding wine" yesterday, her mind raced and she didn't want to be as passive as before.

Now that Nie Ce is back and can stay for another half a year, there might be a turnaround in the investigation - there is no need to wait rigidly for an opportunity as before.

Either she could approach Madam Zhaoyu about the matter of "marriage consummation" and investigate with her mother-in-law first, so that she would not be confused all the time; or she could use Nie Ce as bait while he was still in Chang'an and investigate on her own - the other party's target was Nie Ce anyway? Now that he was back, maybe they would make another move?

Although this approach may not be very kind, she had to do it because she was in a passive situation.

Therefore, after comprehensive consideration, it is more necessary for her to establish a good relationship with Nie Ce.

"Come on, I can put it on by myself." Nie Ce rejected her as expected.

He buttoned his cuffs tightly and put on a robe with emblems on the collar. He then went to get the jade ring. He was not wearing armor today, so he had more accessories.

Men in the imperial court wore no fewer accessories than women, and although the young general Nie Ce was not particularly particular, he still had to wear some necessary jade rings, leather belts, and pendant ribbons, as well as the long sword that he carried with him almost all the time.

Sang Ling was not discouraged. He glanced at the pine tray in Ying Bushi's hand, on which there was a long crown - the matter with the man's hair was relatively simple - and took it first.

Nie Ce glanced over and didn't say much.

She knelt down behind him and waited for him to put the ornaments around his waist in order. Then she turned around and looked at her with some suspicion, "Will you bring it to me?"

"Yeah." She signaled him to sit down with her eyes.

The young man was quite obedient. He lifted his skirt and sat cross-legged in front of him.

He was very tall, so he still had to lower his head slightly. Sang Ling knelt down and approached him, and tied the bun on the top of his head. This hairstyle was relatively simple, and it was fixed with small hairpins on both sides.

Then align the long crown and put it on, and tie the two tassels behind the ears and under the jaw.

Because she was afraid that making mistakes would delay Nie Ce's time, she was very serious in her actions.

The girl's pair of autumn eyes were covered by eyelashes. She bent down and tied a small bow. Because she was wearing thin clothes, the curves of her waist and hips were clearly visible. When she raised her hand, the neckline was slightly exposed, emitting a unique fragrance, which seemed to be the fragrance of flowers, but with a faint smell of herbs.

After the knot was tied, she seemed a little uncertain again. Her long, cool, white fingers inadvertently brushed the boy's Adam's apple and stretched the rope loops on both sides a little longer before she revealed a satisfied smile.

The skin on her face was smooth and delicate, with a natural pink hue. She raised her head and smiled faintly at the person in front of her, her eyes like beautiful eyebrows.

The morning sun shone through the cracks in the window, and a ray of sunlight shone between the two of them.

The young man's throat rolled up and down, and he opened his big hand, trying to pull her closer as if possessed by a ghost.

But he was stunned for a moment and quickly took it back.

Sang Ling was still concentrating on whether the bow was tied correctly and well, so how could he pay attention to these things?

But the onlookers had seen it all. Cheng Lao couldn't help but raise her eyebrows in satisfaction, clasped her hands and lowered her head to smile. She then saw the Marquis stand up, stagger a little, then stride out of the bedroom quickly.

Mother Cheng raised her cheekbones and smiled.

"It's a bow, right?"

She was still immersed in joy, but when she heard the young lady come back and ask, the corners of Cheng's mouth instantly relaxed again.

They haven’t figured it out yet. Neither of them has figured it out yet.