Records of the Cattle and Horses of Chang'an

Jiang Shangxian looked at them curiously, and finally saw one who was almost certain of the purpose. He immediately stood up and said, "Mother, this is lip balm!"

This bright red one, there’s no getting away from it!

"That's rouge, for rubbing on your face." Old Madam Xia glanced at it and picked up a small rectangular copper box beside her. "This is a tissue."

Jiang Shangxian was very curious. She picked up the thing and looked at it from left to right. Inside was a small stack of rectangular red paper. She understood. She had seen this in TV dramas. When you suck on it, your lips turn red.

Tsk, so advanced.

After putting down the tissue, the curious puppy curiously picked up a black jar. Inside was a moisturizing whitening paste. Considering her previous mistake, she asked uncertainly this time, "Is this facial cream?"

If so, she really needs it. The winter in Chang'an is very dry, so she should start taking care of herself early while she is still young.

"Yes, yes, don't move. What are you flipping over? Be careful, don't hit me! Why are you so naughty? Sit up straight! I'll trim your eyebrows first." Jiang's mother held a small scraper and gestured in the air up, down, left and right at her eyebrows.

Jiang Shangxian was not willing to let anyone else do his eyebrows, especially since Jiang's mother was obviously not very skilled in the field. She covered her eyebrows tightly and said, "Mother, I can do it myself, I can do it myself!"

"What can you do? You'll bleed if you scrape yourself! This knife is very sharp!" Jiang's mother was worried about her doing it alone. This girl had never used these things before, so what would she know?

Jiang Shangxian argued righteously: "Hey, I shaved the pigs very cleanly at Lexianlou. Mother, believe me, I can do it!"

"Okay, stop dawdling and let her do it herself. It's already so late!" Old Lady Xia glanced at the sky. It had already gotten dark. The nights were long in winter, so the sun rose late and set early. The lights in the house had already been on.

Mother Jiang didn't dare to resist. She glared at her daughter and handed the scraper to her, saying worriedly, "Be careful, and be slow!"

"Know it!"

After all the trouble, Jiang Shangxian just shaved off the stray hairs and slightly trimmed her eyebrows. It's not that she didn't want to, but there is a difference between shaving pig hair and shaving her own eyebrows.

Besides, she was a master! She had never shaved pig hair twice before; it was always done by her three apprentices. Furthermore, this razor was different from modern eyebrow trimmers, and it would easily cause bleeding if not used carefully. Since this was her first time using one, she didn't dare to make any big moves.

But Jiang's mother kept giving orders from the side, and Old Madam Xia also followed suit. It was a complete mess. In order to at least have eyebrows on his face when he went out on a date, Jiang Shangxian decisively chose to stop.

Nowadays, women like to trim their eyebrows like a crescent moon, with clear contours on the upper part and slightly blurred on the lower part. This kind of eyebrows is actually very beautiful, but too much has to be shaved off. In order to avoid becoming the hero Wang Wumei when he doesn't draw his eyebrows, Jiang Shangxian firmly retained most of his eyebrows.

Jiang's mother bought a lot of odds and ends and all kinds of things, but Jiang Shangxian only needed a few of them. Fifteen is a good age to be alive.

She eats well, sleeps well, and exercises enough every day. Her complexion is rosy and shiny. At first glance, she is a greedy girl. Apart from trimming her eyebrows and applying facial cream to moisturize her skin, she usually doesn't need to wear makeup at all.

As we all know, middle-aged women will use up things they have already bought and cannot return, and will not waste a single cent.

Jiang's mother was not willing to let the things she had spent her money on go to waste. She held her shoulders and insisted on using them all on her before letting her go out. She was applying rouge on her face, but the more she applied, the more wrong it felt. A small red patch had turned into a large blotch. Jiang Shangxian felt like she could go straight onto the big stage of the elementary school art performance!

Old Madam Xia's face was wrinkled like a chrysanthemum, and she kept groaning. The more she looked at her, the more unbearable it looked. She quickly wrung out a handkerchief, added warm water to it, and wiped her face and reapplied facial cream.

Jiang's mother was not willing to give in easily. She washed her hands, rolled up her sleeves, and insisted on doing it again. Jiang Shangxian's scalp tingled. He quickly dug a finger of facial fat and at the same time slightly raised his buttocks and moved one centimeter away from the stool, ready to run away at any time.

Just as the family war was about to break out, there was a knock on the gate.

Savior!

Jiang Shangxian's eyes were filled with tears. He stood up and jumped a meter away: "Mother! I'll go open the door!"

She scurried out, leaving Jiang's mother alone with the rouge jar in one hand and a finger stained bright red. She couldn't help but complain, "Mother, look at this girl! She's wasting all this money."

Old Madam Xia was also troubled. She immediately made a decision and quickly counterattacked: "If you have nothing to do in the next two days, go visit your neighbors and ask them how they paint. Look at the look you just gave Nian Nu. If Cui Shaoqing saw it, he would laugh to death!"

In the yard, Jiang Shangxian, who had survived the disaster, smelled the scent of ebony before he even reached the door. The slightly spicy scent of pepper and cardamom mixed with the scent of ebony should have been a bit pungent, but fortunately, the addition of soft vanilla and amber balanced the spiciness very subtly and just right.

She breathed a sigh of relief. Okay, this taste is acceptable! I don't know if it kills men or women, but it kills her!

"Young Master!"

Outside the door, under the orange lanterns, a young man of unparalleled elegance rode a white horse. He wore a fu hat with a lifelike carved pink and white crabapple hairpin on his head. Under the fur collar cloak with gold patterns on a black background, the phoenix pattern on the wide-sleeved robe was faintly visible. Next to the white horse was a pony of the same color. When it saw Jiang Shangxian, it shook its head happily, blinked its big eyes, and raised its front hooves to come over to beg for food.

"go."

Good, good, he is worthy of being the man she likes. As soon as he opens his mouth, a quarter of the ancestral superiority of the Cui family members disappears.

Jiang Shangxian looked up at Cui Bianxu on his horse with admiration without any concealment. After changing out of his official uniform and putting on this outfit, as long as he didn't speak a word, he really looked like the noble descendant of the Cui family who was known to the world as the one with wide-sleeved long robes, ink scented hairpins and flowers.

"Young Master is looking great today." The compliment came from the heart. He was really beautiful today, like a perfectly ripe cabbage, and she was the pig rubbing its hands in an attempt to grab the cabbage.

Cui Bianxu chuckled softly, his clear voice like a stream. He leaned over and offered her a hand to help her onto the horse. "I wonder if Miss Jiang could tell me in detail which day is not a good day?"

Jiang Shangxian put his hand into his without hesitation, it was dry and warm.

The moment they mounted their horses, they were extremely close. The rich, restrained fragrance without the scent of rouge, along with the quiet, cold winter night, filled her nostrils, making her dizzy. "A few days ago."

Cui Bianxu was stunned for a moment, as if he had not expected her to be so honest. A series of laughs escaped from his lips: "It's my fault."