The whole night was filled with dreams, with Sixth Brother and Xu'er, Wei Yang slept very uneasy. When Wei Yang woke up, it was already the next morning.
"Cicada clothes."
When I heard the call, I was startled to realize that I was no longer in the capital, and Doukou and Chanyi were no longer there.
Sitting on the wide bed with her knees hugged, she was lost in thought. Yan Gui had returned last night. When did he leave? Wei Yang didn't remember, she fell asleep in a daze.
What happened next? If Doukou and Chanyi were there, they would definitely not let him enter the house, let alone the yard.
He received family education since childhood and behaved in a proper manner.
If her parents knew, would they think she had learned bad things? A girl's boudoir is allowed to let a man come in and out. Boys and girls are not allowed to sit at the same table after the age of seven, even if the man is her younger uncle.
Wei Yang lowered her head and looked at her inner garment. Under the white inner garment was an undeveloped body. She stood up, found her shoes, and walked out of the room, then called out, "Konggu?"
"I'm coming." It was Youlan's voice. The door outside was pushed open, and the wind rushed in through the raised curtain. Youlan quickly turned around to cover it, closed the door, and walked over rubbing her hands.
"Girl, the sun is starting to melt the snow today. It's getting cold. Don't go out. I'll bring you breakfast later."
There was a heating in the room, so Weiyang didn't feel cold even in her underwear. She sat cross-legged on the armchair and let Youlan pick out some clothes for her. The clothes were prepared long ago and usually taken care of by Konggu: "Girl, how about wearing this bright red pomegranate skirt? Today is Laba Festival, and you will look good in red."
red
Wei Yang looked at the bright red dress You Lan brought over. She used to wear red the most, all kinds of red. Her mother said that she looked best in red, as beautiful as a flower.
Youlan smiled, put her dress on the table beside her, picked up the gorgeous pomegranate skirt and walked over. Weiyang watched quietly without saying a word. If it was Konggu, he would have noticed her abnormality long ago. Youlan was a coward, she just thought that the skirt was beautiful, the girl looked good in it, and the general would be happy too.
"Okay." Wei Yang reached out to take the skirt, lowered her eyes, and saw a fiery red.
"Then I'll help you dress up, and then I can go out and serve you food. Today's eight-treasure porridge was made by Aunt Zhang in the kitchen in the middle of the night. It smells delicious. There are also fennel-filled buns, which are the general's favorite."
While Yougu was talking to herself, he quickly dressed Weiyang, tied her belt, and tied her hair.
When Yan returned, Wei Yang was sitting at the table drinking porridge, the small pastel bowl held in her porcelain-white hands. Her long hair was lightly tied up, with only a simple silver hairpin inserted, revealing her small earlobes.
The fiery red jacket made her face look even whiter, and she wore a pomegranate red long skirt, which was breathtakingly beautiful with its layers of folds.
Pomegranate red
Why is she wearing such clothes today? Has she forgotten that she is still in mourning period
No, it's impossible. I just saw His Highness yesterday and my wound hasn't healed yet. How could I forget it so quickly
"Who picked this dress?" Yan Gui frowned and looked at Kong Gu who was standing beside him.
Usually, Konggu prepared Weiyang's clothes, and Youlan was responsible for her three meals a day. This morning, Yancheng sent some things over, and there were few people in the mansion. Konggu happened to pass by and helped to collect them.
When she came back, Youlan had already brought the eight-treasure porridge into the house. She didn't think anything was wrong, but she thought the girl looked particularly good today. When Yan Gui asked, he realized that something was wrong. The girl was still in mourning!
Youlan was still dazed when Konggu pulled her down to her knees, and she subconsciously said, "This servant picked it."