I'm reborn, only a fool would spoil you

That night, in order to accompany her sister, Fu Yuzheng did not go home, but stayed directly at her mother's house with her sister.

After dinner, the two sisters chatted in the Begonia Courtyard before Fu Yushu got married.

As we were chatting, we suddenly talked about the slap mark on my sister's face.

"It must be very painful with such redness and swelling, right?" Fu Yuzheng felt extremely distressed and asked the head maid Qingzhi to bring the ointment so that she could apply it to her sister again.

Hearing this, Fu Yushu shook his head and smiled: "Is it still obvious? But I don't feel any pain anymore."

Fu Yuzheng: ...

It’s so red and swollen, how can it not hurt?

Assuming she was still a three-year-old child, would she believe it just by being coaxed?

Alas, she knew that it still hurt, but her sister was sensible and didn't want her to worry.

My sister has been like this since she was young.

Fu Yuzheng did not argue, but took out a small round mirror from her bosom and threw it to her sister.

Fu Yushu took the mirror and looked in the mirror. Oh my god, the miserable appearance in the mirror scared her: "Why is it still like this? It looks like the swelling hasn't gone down yet?"

In fact, after an afternoon, the swelling had definitely gone down a bit.

It’s just that the girls of the Fu family all have very fair skin, so any slight problem with their skin will be magnified infinitely.

At this time, the gatekeeper came to report: "Princess, the prince has arrived, and he came with our marquis."

Mu Shaoheng is here?

Hearing this, Fu Yushu was delighted and asked repeatedly, "When did the prince arrive? Has the carriage arrived at the gate?"

The concierge said, "He came in half an hour ago and has already followed the Marquis to the upper room."

It was right to go to the upper room first instead of coming directly to her place. When a son-in-law visits someone's house, he has to pay his respects to his father-in-law and his mother-in-law first.

After the concierge left, Fu Yuzheng teased her sister, "Look at how sweet you are. You've gone back to your parents' home in anger, so how could your brother-in-law not come to pick you up?"

If you really don't come to pick me up, we should get divorced!

"Sister, as the victim, you don't need to go to the upper room. Your brother-in-law will come here to look for you later."

After Fu Yuzheng finished speaking, she glanced at her sister's red and swollen face again, and thought to herself, "the redness and swelling never go away" also has one advantage - that is, it can arouse Mu Shaoheng's sympathy to the greatest extent.

Don't underestimate this compassion. It may become a magic weapon to win in future conflicts between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.

After all, whether the husband stands on the side of his mother-in-law or his wife can directly affect the final outcome.

Thinking of this, Fu Yuzheng said goodbye to her sister and quickly went to the upper room, intending to let her brother-in-law come to see her sister as soon as possible.

Why in the shortest possible time?

Well, of course, the purpose is to prevent the redness and swelling on my sister's cheeks from disappearing as much as possible.

Sure enough, with Fu Yuzheng's intervention, just a quarter of an hour later, Mu Shaoheng bid farewell to his father-in-law and mother-in-law and hurried to Haitangyuan to find his little wife.

"Hello, Your Majesty. The princess is on the second floor." The little maid guarding the gate pointed the way.

At this time, Fu Yushu on the second floor heard it and hurriedly urged the maid: "Qingzhi, hurry up, hurry up, move faster, it will be bad if Brother Shao Heng sees it."

Qingzhi was very puzzled.

The red and swollen marks on the face were noticed by the prince, which is good. Shouldn’t the prince be able to take a good look at how domineering his mother is?

Fu Yushu noticed Qing Zhi's doubt and whispered:

"You don't understand. If the prince sees this, he will be sad and blame himself for not taking good care of me. As a wife, I have to share his worries instead of just creating trouble."

Qing Zhi: ...

In the whole world, perhaps she is the only princess who is unwilling to see her husband sad and would use white powder to completely cover up a slap mark, right?

Her princess is truly a rare and good wife.

Your Majesty is so blessed.

But she must cherish her master for the rest of her life!

Qing Zhi sighed as she took a powder puff, dipped it in white powder, and applied it on her master's cheek again and again.

When Mu Shaoheng arrived at the inner room, what he saw was Shu'er sitting in front of the dressing mirror, leisurely applying powder, drawing eyebrows, and applying rouge.

Mu Shaoheng took a special look at his wife's cheek and saw that the swelling had gone down and her complexion was beginning to look white and rosy.

He felt relieved.

At this moment, Fu Yushu saw it in the mirror, and knowing that she had been deceived, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Then, Fu Yushu turned around with a relaxed look on his face and said with a smile: "Brother Shao Heng, you are here? Go sit on the warm couch by the west window for a while, I will be done soon."

Mu Shaoheng smiled and said, "It's okay. I like to see you put on makeup. Hey, your eyebrows are a little dull today. How about I draw your eyebrows for you?"

"Okay." Fu Yushu accepted it happily.

Qingzhi smiled and handed the eyebrows to the prince, and brought a chair for him.

Mu Shaoheng and Fu Yushu sat face to face.

Mu Shaoheng suddenly laughed and said, "Shu'er, you really trust me. Aren't you afraid that I might ruin your entire makeup?"

Hearing this, Fu Yushu smiled and said, "Brother Shao Heng, it's okay. In another hour or so, I should go to bed. How long can I be ugly?"

Rather than being afraid of being embarrassed, she prefers to enjoy the process of her husband drawing her eyebrows.

There is indescribable sweetness in my heart.

Unexpectedly, when Mu Shaoheng actually started to draw, his eyebrow pencil holding posture was very standard. Then, he drew her eyebrows with five or six strokes.

"Look in the mirror and see if you look good?" Mu Shaoheng smiled confidently.

Fu Yushu turned around and was surprised to see that her eyebrows in the mirror were exceptionally straight and beautiful!

She originally had light willow-leaf eyebrows, but now they have been changed to misty distant mountain eyebrows.

"Brother Shao Heng, you are really good at editing. With just a few strokes, you can make it look so good!" Fu Yushu said with a smile, "You are really gifted."

However, just as she said this, she suddenly realized a problem. There is no such thing as so many natural talents. Once one's hands become dexterous, it is just - practice makes perfect.

So, brother Shao Heng has such good skills, could it be that... he used to draw eyebrows for Princess Yuehua often?

Thinking of this, my chest couldn't help but feel suffocated.

However, Fu Yushu always had a smile on his face, trying his best to hide his emotions.

But Mu Shaoheng still caught something wrong in her eyes.

He rolled his eyes and understood something. He laughed softly and said, "Why, is my Shu'er jealous of Yuehua?"

Seeing him say this, it means he had indeed painted it for Princess Yuehua.

The image of Mu Shaoheng looking at Princess Yuehua's face and carefully drawing her eyebrows suddenly appeared in his mind, and he felt indescribable sadness in his heart.

Fu Yushu knew that she shouldn't care about it, but this kind of emotion... she just couldn't suppress it.

"No, Brother Shao Heng is overthinking it." Finally, Fu Yushu smiled and casually said it, then pretended to have drunk too much water and wanted to go to the bathroom.

Trying to hide my emotions and come back when I calm down a little.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she stood up, Mu Shaoheng hugged her from behind.

"Shu'er, no, I haven't. I wasn't a romantic person before, and I really couldn't think of such a little thing to please anyone."

After explaining this, Mu Shaoheng gently turned Fu Yushu's body around, and the two of them faced each other and said, "Shu'er, I have only picked up an eyebrow pencil for you in my life."

Fu Yushu: ???

really?

Painted just for her?

But why... so, so skilled?

Fu Yushu was a little hesitant to ask this question.

At this time, Mu Shaoheng automatically explained:

"What happened was that one day, Gao Ni and I were drinking in a restaurant, and he suddenly mentioned that 'eyebrow drawing is very interesting in the boudoir'."

"A few days later, Gao Ni found a master of eyebrow painting."

"He and I practice diligently every day. I've made rapid progress in the past month and I feel I'm good enough. That's why I dared to show off in front of you tonight."

Fu Yushu: ???

Gao Ni took Mu Shaoheng to practice eyebrow drawing techniques?

Although she was shocked, this fact made Fu Yushu feel relieved instantly, and a bright smile bloomed between her brows.

I felt visibly relieved.

Seeing her like this, Mu Shaoheng couldn't help but grinned and said, "Shu'er, if I tell you that I particularly enjoy your jealous look, will you hit me?"

He really enjoyed it and loved her jealous look just now.

I heard that if a woman doesn't even get jealous, even if she loves someone in her heart, her love is definitely not deep.

He liked Shu'er being jealous of him and liked the feeling of being cared about by Shu'er.

Upon hearing this, Fu Yushu's face suddenly turned red.

However, tonight, the white powder on her cheeks was applied too thickly, so that the blush could not seep through, and the surface still looked... white.

It forms a sharp contrast with the red on the ears and neck.

Mu Shaoheng was a careful person and immediately noticed something was wrong.

He gently pinched his wife's chin and examined her:

"Shu'er, normally, your blushing would show immediately, why can't it show today?"

"Did you apply too much white powder?"

Fu Yushu: ...

Oops, got caught.

In order to change the subject, she quickly smiled and said, "Normally, another maid helps me put on makeup. Today, Qing Zhi was temporarily replaced. She may not have mastered the amount."

Could Mu Shaoheng believe such a lie?

Then what the hell!

Mu Shaoheng told Qingzhi, "Go, get a wet towel."

Qing Zhi was happy for the prince to see the wound on her master's face, so she quickly brought a towel and a basin of hot water.

"Brother Shao Heng, I finally finished putting on my makeup..."

Seeing that Fu Yushu was looking for excuses to avoid him again, Mu Shaoheng wanted to see what was going on even more. He pinched Shu'er's chin and wiped it with a wet towel.

Then, Mu Shaoheng was shocked.

——I saw five finger marks, bright red, on her fair jade-like face.

"It's been several hours, and it's still so red and swollen? Shu'er, how painful must it have been for you at that time!" Mu Shaoheng hugged his little wife tightly with heartache.

"Shu'er, if you get hurt in the future, you are not allowed to hide it from your husband. You must tell him the truth. Do you understand?"

After giving the instructions, Mu Shaoheng called his trusted servant and urged him to go to the palace to get the best ointment for the injury.

Fu Yushu quickly grabbed the man's sleeve and said, "Brother Shao Heng, I have already applied the ointment. Besides, it's already this hour, the palace gates have long been locked."

"Even if the key is taken, you have to open it again for me!" Mu Shaoheng didn't want to reason at all at this moment.

Fu Yushu: ...

Isn't this bad?

The palace has its own rules. Once the palace gates are closed, they are not allowed to be opened again at night.

Unless it's an emergency.

And her injury is obviously not a big deal?

But Mu Shaoheng said in a loud voice: "My wife's face is the most urgent matter. How can we wait until tomorrow?"

"Shu'er, don't worry, there are servants to take care of it."

The trusted servant took the order and left.

Half an hour later, the servant indeed got a can of "newly developed" special ointment from the Imperial Hospital.

Fu Yushu: ...

The people in the palace really gave face to Mu Shaoheng.

Even if the palace gates were locked, they could be reopened just for this small jar of ointment!

Fu Yushu once again truly felt how powerful the man she married was!

As she was sighing, Mu Shaoheng took the ointment and quickly unscrewed the cap.

After the maid brought hot water to wash his hands, he directly scooped out the white paste with his index finger and applied it to Shu'er in circles little by little. He was afraid of hurting her, so he blew on it from time to time.

Touching Shu'er's red and swollen face with his fingers, Mu Shaoheng was filled with emotion.

——His mother's skin was not obviously red or swollen, but she still put on bright red rouge and acted pitiful in front of him.

——As for Shu'er, even though her wounds were extremely red and swollen, she would rather put on a thick layer of white powder to cover her injuries.

Which one is better and which one is worse is clear at a glance.

At this moment, the old lady was probably completely unaware, because her own actions had completely pushed her son towards Fu Yusu.