wear to ancient daily life

As night fell and the wind was blowing, little lights lit up on Yun Shangshu's mansion.

In the small study room in the west wing, Yun Duan sat behind the desk with a book in his hand; leaning on the light in the candlestick on the right, he looked carefully.

The maidservant Dongmei fiddled with the candle wick with a silver stick, raised the candle flame a bit higher, and the light emitted from the candlestick became a little brighter.After doing this, Dongmei retreated behind Yunrong and stood quietly.

After a while, Xia Zhumai came in.

He leaned over and bowed to his master, "Young master, the master asked you to go to the study."

Hearing this, Yun Rong was not surprised, and got up slowly as usual.Dongmei Xiazhu hurriedly waited on him to get dressed, it wasn't that troublesome, it was just a matter of changing into ordinary clothes and burning incense.

When Yun Rong finished packing up, she didn't ask anyone to follow her, so she picked up a lantern and went out.

It is just a formality to say that it is a lamp.

Lanterns are hung on the eaves of the corridors in Yunshangshu's mansion, and there are bursts of warm light at night.So people can see it when they walk outside.

These lights will not be extinguished until the masters in the mansion have rested.

When Yunrong stood outside the study in the front yard, he saw a shadow elongated by the lights inside.

He rubbed his hands that were a little cold from the cold wind outside, knocked on the door, and entered without waiting for his father to respond.

The inside of the room is naturally much warmer than outside, Yun Rong relieved the cool air all over her body before walking towards Yun Shangshu.

Yun Yi watched him come over in his normal clothes, and frowned, "The spring is cold, why didn't you wear a cape, how did the people in your room serve you?"

Saying this is a big wrong to those maids. The master has no such intention, and they dare to force it.

Yun Rong also smiled, "You can't blame them, it's just a verandah to the left, Dad and I have a sense of proportion. I don't know if you called me here for something?"

Yun Yi looked at Yun Rong and saw that he was in good spirits, so he didn't hold back and said, "Sit."

Yun Rong also sat down as promised.

Looking at his father's unhurried look, he raised his delicate brows, does this look like he's here to talk to him?I'm afraid it's those clichés again.

Sure enough, his father Yun Yi took him to chat about homework in the study at night.Ask about studies for a while, ask about life for a while.The family is long and the family is short, so it is not unusual to ask.

It is unbelievable that the Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites actually talked to his son often

Talk about these ones.

But this is normal for Yun Rong, in other words, this is the normal state of his father in front of him.

Yun Rong only felt that Yun Shangshu's appearance at this time was quite cute, and this paternal love was almost turned into substance.

After answering the daily questions, Yun Rong said goodnight to her father, and then walked away slowly with the lamp she had brought when she came, but two servants followed behind her.

When she returned to her room, the maid had already prepared the toiletries, and white mist was rising from behind the screen.

After Yunrong finished bathing, she took advantage of the situation and half-lyed on the carved and fine wood imperial concubine couch by the window.

The maid at the bottom held a hot dry handkerchief, wrapped it around his wet hair and wiped it carefully for him.When it was half wet, I changed another veil and continued.

Yun Rong, in a half-lying posture, asked Xia Zhu to go to the small study to get the book he hadn't finished just now.When the book was brought over, he picked up the book again to pass the time.

It's not that he can't do without books all the time, it's that there really isn't anything for entertainment in this ancient times.

There is no TV, no Internet, not even a simple hair dryer.It's so poor and white, it's so troublesome to wash your hair.

Fortunately, he was dressed as a son of an official, and he lived a life of stretching out his clothes and opening his mouth when he had food.

If it is worn on a beggar or even a vicious person, there is no place to cry.

The eldest maid, Qiulan, arranged the clothes for him tomorrow and hung them on the hanger beside the bed. Qiuyue walked over and reminded him: "Master, it's time. You have to go to school tomorrow, so don't delay. "

Yunrong's hand that turned the page paused, "Is this the time?"

"That's not it." Xia Zhu raised her hand and touched Yunrong's hair, feeling that it was still a little wet, and sighed.

"Young master, this is the idea, and the hair is not completely dry. It seems that I have to wait for a while before I can go to bed... I won't like this in the future."

Yun Rong glanced at her long hair, such long hair, how could she do it just as she said.

But this is exactly what he wants, and it just so happens that there are only ten or so pages left in this travel note and I will finish reading it.

But Xia Zhu Qiuyue and the others were obviously doing it for his own good, so they couldn't refute her good intentions, so they nodded and said: "Understood, just pay more attention next time."

Xia Zhu watched Yun Rong's right hand still turning the pages, and guessed that he planned to finish the book.

So he brought another lamp to the side, so as not to damage the master's eyes.

For the servants, at the right time, it is enough to remind the master a few words, no more.Even if the few of them are personal servants, they must keep their duties in mind.

By the time I finished the book, my hair was almost dry.

After Yunrong put down the book and went to the bed and lay down, Qiulan tucked the quilt for him, then put down the thick bed curtain and retreated.

In the early morning of the next day, Yun Rong got up as usual and practiced a few copybooks, and then washed up under the service of several maids.After washing up, I sat outside and had a simple breakfast before going out.

When he got out of the gate of Shangshu Mansion, he saw his servant standing beside the carriage waiting for him.

"Master, get in the car quickly, it's very cold outside, don't freeze you."

At this time, the sky was not fully bright yet, Yunrong was wearing a snow-white gown with brocade embroidered auspicious cloud patterns, and a light-colored cloak over his body.He stood by the vermilion gate, as if glowing.

The young servant Mu An looked at his young master's thin and tall figure, and shook his head slightly.

My young master, like a fairy descending to earth, has his own light effect.This made him temporarily forget his master's usual habits, and pretended to help Yunrong into the car.

Yun Rong glanced at him, didn't say anything, just avoided the hand, turned around, jumped into the carriage, and got in.

Yun Rong, who was sitting in the carriage, leaned against the wall of the carriage.After a while, the carriage started to move, and Mu An got in.

The lights in the car were still lit, and the halo hit the clouds, he said a little bit: "Master, you look so pretty."

As soon as he blurted out these words, he woke up with a start.The young master is a man, and although others compliment him on his appearance, although it is a good thing, he may not be happy in his heart.

Mu An felt a little uneasy for a moment, and secretly looked at him.Seeing him frighten himself, Yun Rong couldn't help but sigh with emotion at the strict hierarchy in ancient times.

Mu An is about the same size as him, judging by his age; in the 21st century, he is still a junior high school student, so he is still considered a half-old child.

Yun Rong softened his eyebrows and joked with him, "Look at you, is it a terrible thing to praise me emotionally?"

Mu An saw that the master was not angry, so he relaxed, "Why, the young master is the best person in my heart. I can't exaggerate it."

Even though he said that, he didn't mention Yun Rong's appearance again.Although Mu An is not very smart, he also understands that this is because his master treats others generously.Otherwise, with his mouth, he would be punished sooner or later.

Mu An knelt and sat on the right side of Yunrong, seeing his master closed his eyes, he thought that Yunrong didn't get enough sleep in the morning; he took advantage of the time to rest his mind while on the road, so he didn't dare to make any noise, the carriage was completely quiet.

Although she didn't rest her mind, Yun Rong was thinking deeply.

In her previous life, Yun Rong was very good looking, not to mention comparable to a popular actor, at least she was also a school girl.

People who liked him since childhood can be ranked from inside to outside school.But that's all there is to it, compared with the skin of this life, it's absolutely impossible.

His father, Yun Shangshu, is middle-aged, and he still looks like a refined and handsome uncle. Naturally, his appearance is not bad when he was young.But his mother could be regarded as handsome at best, and she was carrying Xiaojiabiyu, who was beautiful and gentle.

His eldest sister Yunshang looks like his mother, very much like a girl raised in a water village in the south of the Yangtze River.

On the other hand, Yunrong, according to his parents' genes, should be a refined and handsome man.

But it's as if the gene has mutated, and it looks like a fairy.His appearance is extremely elegant and handsome, and there is a cinnabar mark on the center of his eyebrows, which makes him more handsome than ordinary people.

Although she is young and her facial features have not yet fully developed, she has crushed all the princes and ladies in Shangjing.

According to this posture, if it continues to grow, how many years will it be?

To have this face, and to be reborn in the Great Song Dynasty, this, this, this... is really terrible.

For the sake of stability in the future, guard against some perverts, and marry a woman you like in peace.It seems that martial arts practice has to be put on the agenda.

It's not a day or two for Yun Rong to have this thought, but for some reason, it's especially obvious today.

The more Yun Rong thought about it, the more he felt that it was feasible, and secretly decided to go to his father to help him find a martial arts teacher after school today.

The wheels of the carriage were whirling, and Yun Rong heard the gradually bustling sound outside, and knew that it was the main street.After a cup of tea, the car slowed down and stopped again.

Mu An didn't know when he got out of the carriage, and called outside, "Master, we're here."