Comprehensive film and television: The cool life of the female supporting role after the cross-dress

Seeing Wang Ruofu crying sadly, Ran Dong hurriedly came forward with warm water and squatted in front of the bed. He wrung out the face towel and wiped Wang Ruofu's face while trying to persuade her.

"Don't be sad, Concubine, I am here to protect you and the little prince in your belly."

Who knew that Wang Ruofu was howling loudly, but actually she had only a few tears. She even felt that Ran Dong was being too gentle and nagging, so she reached out and grabbed the handkerchief to wipe her tears.

Ran Dong: “…” It’s over. The concubine was so shocked that she seemed like a completely different person.

This was not the end. After wiping her face, Wang Ruofu wrung her nose with a handkerchief in an ungraceful manner and glanced at Ran Dong with a look of slight contempt and questioning.

Then she threw the snot-stained handkerchief into the wash basin, and said with a bit of disgust: "You? Can you do it? What can a slave like you do?"

The three straightforward questions immediately froze Ran Dong and Jian Qiu, who were so hot-blooded that they wanted to protect their master from the bitch. They looked at each other with tears in their eyes.

They all had the same thought - has the master gone crazy? !

Wang Ruofu sighed again, not too deeply. Her eyes were not red at all from crying so hard. She held her chin high and said helplessly.

"It's not that I don't trust you, but kind people like us are no match for those shameless people."

Ran Dong and Jian Qiu looked at each other again: "..."

Good people? Us?!

At this time, the younger and more impulsive Jianqiu couldn't help but hug Wang Ruofu's arm with both hands, and shouted anxiously: "Master, what's wrong with you? Wake up, don't scare me!"

"Oh! You're shaking me so hard that I'm dizzy!" Wang Ruofu pulled her arm out of Jianqiu's arms and patted her slightly wrinkled sleeves. "I'm very sober. Change my clothes for me. I want to go see that bitch!"

"The prince will be here soon. Who do I want to see?" Ran Dong stuttered.

You are definitely not scolding the prince, right? No way, right? !

Wang Ruofu supported her lower back with one hand and stood up against the wall of the bed with the other hand. Her movements were clean and neat. She did not look like a pregnant woman with thin and slender limbs and a six or seven month pregnant belly.

Hearing Ran Dong's question, Wang Ruofu's brows furrowed into a "川" shape, and the hand that was originally leaning against the wall changed to pointing at Ran Dong: "Are you deaf or stupid, or do you not understand what people say?"

She pointed up and down at the ceiling and the ground, and said unhappily, "Who in the whole palace is so shameless as to let me go to see her in person in this snowy day with a big belly?"

"Humph, it must be my biological sister, the one who came to visit my pregnant sister but fell in love with her brother-in-law at first sight while discussing poetry in the Plum Garden!"

"Concubine..." Ran Dong wanted to persuade her, but for some reason he didn't dare to do so in front of his current master. He always felt that his master had lost some of his cunning after waking up, and his hostility had increased several times.

In the blink of an eye, the frail pregnant woman Wang Ruofu had walked steadily to the dressing table and sat down on her own. "Jianqiu, Randong, come and do my makeup for me."

"Yes!"

Jianqiu and Randong were startled when they were called. They lowered their heads and walked to the dressing table. They skillfully picked up several jewelry and clothes that Yixiu usually wore and started to dress up Wang Ruofu.

The servants of the prince's mansion are not as perceptive as those of the Sheng family. Barbarians are indeed barbarians. Even after entering the Central Plains and becoming masters, they cannot learn the Han accent.

But this Ulanara Yixiu is really beautiful.

Wang Ruofu looked at her own appearance in the bronze mirror and became more and more satisfied. To describe it with her words and ink, which were equivalent to zero, her face was smaller than that bitch Lin Qinshuang's, and her skin was whiter than that bitch Lin Qinshuang's.

In short, it is beautiful everywhere and there is nothing wrong with it. It is just like the Goddess of Luo River in the Luoshen Fu, who is ethereal and not like a mortal.

Thinking about how she had suffered all kinds of grievances since she was a child because of her plain appearance, her parents and brother preferred her beautiful and clever sister, and her husband liked the seductive concubine. She could only watch and feel jealous.

In this life, it is finally her, Wang Ruofu’s turn to be a great beauty!

Thank God, thank Meng Po, and thank Ulanala Yixiu.

Wang Ruofu, intoxicated with her own appearance, became very quiet. Ran Dong and Jian Qiu's movements also returned to their former efficiency and they quickly finished dressing her.

Yan Dong pinned a golden hairpin without any tassels on her bun and said, "You are ready to dress up, Concubine."

"Yeah." Wang Ruofu nodded, pretending to be reserved and trying to praise her own beauty, but when she looked closely, what an ugly thing!

The face was still the same, the attire was fine, and the whole person looked much better than the pale and sickly one just now, but...

Rigid! Decadent! Full of the smell of an old, unloved woman in the boudoir!

Oh my god! She is as beautiful as Zhen Mi? !

Wang Ruofu looked left and right at the bronze mirror in disbelief. After making sure that there was nothing wrong with her eyes and the mirror, she shifted her gaze straight to Ran Dong and Jian Qiu, her eyes filled with visible anger.

This anger was even more intense than when the concubine found out about the affair between the prince and the eldest daughter.

Ran Dong and Jian Qiu lowered their heads resignedly: The concubine is so heartbroken that she has gone crazy, and as servants we just have to bear with it.

"you!"

Ran Dong and Jian Qiu: Here they come.

"I'm afraid it's the spy sent by that bitch to be by my side!" Wang Ruofu was furious and pounded the table in frustration. In a flash, she pulled out all the hairpins on her head.

She stood up again and took off her obstructing coat, ignoring her pregnancy. "You made me look more than ten years older. I think you are really afraid that I will be outdone by that bitch. You are really forcing me to go to hell sooner rather than later."

Although I have seen it before.

Jianqiu stared at Wang Ruofu's manipulation of her body in a daze. She wanted to step forward to save the hairpin that Wang Ruofu had casually thrown on the table, but Wang Ruofu mistakenly thought that she was stubborn.

"Don't wear a hairpin like that. What's the point of wearing a hairpin? Take out all my jewelry and clothes!"

Su Ran and Jian Qiu: ...Hmm?

"What are you still standing there for!" Wang Ruofu roared.

"Oh, oh, yes." Ran Dong and Jian Qiu were bewildered as they re-dressed Wang Ruofu. They didn't understand what the concubine didn't like. They were clearly following the concubine's previous attire and requirements.

Wang Ruofu's own aesthetic taste may be average, but in her previous life, she was surrounded by Lin Qinshuang, Molan and Minglan, who knew how to dress up, and she also raised two daughters and several granddaughters, so she does have some aesthetic taste.

Perhaps to make up for herself, or perhaps out of some unknown emotion, Wang Ruofu referred to the way Lin Qinshuang dressed when she was young.

The lining of the turquoise blue brocade with silver patterns is paired with a goose yellow brocade pipa-breasted vest. A bit of snow-white fox fur can be seen at the edge of the vest, which makes it look both noble and lively.

The headdress featured a pair of blue phoenixes inlaid with kingfisher feathers, red agate and blue phoenixes that were given to her by Concubine De, and pearl tassels as big as rice grains hung symmetrically from both sides.

A strand of hair was deliberately let down on the left side of her forehead, and her face was lightly made up. There was a red dot on her forehead, decorated with a fan-shaped metal flower ornament, making her look like a beautiful woman with a peach blossom as her face was set off by the red.

Wang Ruofu nodded in satisfaction at the bronze mirror: "Well, today it's my turn to be a foxy girl."