Song Ci sat in front of the dressing table with a look of indifference and sighed.

I once heard that those who are older and have children will have urine leakage. I thought I was still far from that day, but what was the result?

Wow!

Song Ci covered her face, feeling ashamed and angry.

Hongyou and Hongju and several of the big maids looked at each other and looked at Madam Gong. What's wrong with Madam?

A strange color flashed in Madam Gong's eyes, she opened the makeup box and smiled and said, "Madam, what jewelry do you choose today? How about wearing it with a festive one?"

jewelry?

Song Ci let go of her hand covering her face and looked at the makeup box that was opened layer by layer. The dazzling pearl light almost blinded her eyes.

True ancient jewelry is carefully made by real masters of craftsmanship, with first-class materials and craftsmanship, and is absolutely extraordinary.

All these babies are hers?

Song Ci swallowed her saliva, and she seemed to be comforted.

"Madam, I look at this ruby ​​magpies climbing onto the branches and are very festive." Sister-in-law Lian, who is responsible for combing Song Ci's hair, smiled and picked up a step and shook it on her head and compared it: "I will comb you a fallen horse bun, and it's just right to wear this one."

Song Ci was a little yearning: "Is this good-looking?"

"That must be good-looking. The lady is the most noble person in our mansion. She is full of nobleness. If you don't look good, who's good-looking?" The four maids, Hongzao, were sweet-mouthed, and came forward with a smile to flatter her.

"Yes, this one is beautiful and festive. There is a big happy event in our mansion, and the lady is wearing it and it makes me happy."

"Yes, right."

The maid and the old lady in the room said nice words.

Song Ci was indeed so excited that she was coaxed and was about to say something, but when she saw the gray-white hair that was a little dry and sparse, she smiled and looked a little sad.

Everyone looked at her face, and when she saw her like this, her heart was shocked. Could it be that she was wrong?

Song Ci sighed: "I am so old, so how can I comb my hair like a fallen horse bun? Just comb my short bun and wear a forehead smear like I do on weekdays."

This outfit is also the original owner's outfit on weekdays, just like the old Fengjun of Dream of Red Mansions.

At this age, she is only worthy of that kind of outfit.

Song Ci looked at the dressing box with jealousy. She also wanted to put all of these on, but she couldn't reach them!

Oh, unhappy, want to cry.

"Madam, we still have wigs, so we can't comb them. You just leave them to me." Sister Lian said with a smile.

wig?

Song Ci hesitated for a moment and said dryly, "It's better not to be good, the impact is not good." The lady of the Tai should have the image of the lady of the Tai.

What does it mean to have a bad impact?

Everyone was a little confused.

"Did my mother get up? I'll serve my mother to wear it." Mrs. Song couldn't sit still outside and walked in around the screen. Seeing that the people in the room were silent, I couldn't help feeling a little worried.

What's wrong with it?

She quickly stepped forward, came to Song Ci, let her voice go very low, and bent down slightly and asked, "Mother, what's wrong? But where is it uncomfortable? Do you want to hire an imperial physician?"

Song Ci shook her head, feeling uncomfortable because she felt that she was showing off her old appearance. Can she say that?

"Then what you want, you said, your wife got you all."

Song Ci looked at her through the bronze mirror and said quietly: "I want a lot of money, do you have it too?"

Only money can heal the trauma in her heart.

Mrs. Song: “…”

Want money? What is the requirement?

?         ? Is it time to collect it?

?

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Chapter completed!