"Mr. Wei is here."

"Sister Awu, why don't you go there quickly?"

Several official wives covered their lips with handkerchiefs or round fans and smiled. One of them had a good relationship with her and directly pushed Wei Wu forward gently and urged her.

Wei Wu pursed her pink lips, and Tingting walked to Wei Zhang with a little shyness. Her slender, thick, black, shiny and curly eyelids trembled slightly. Yingying bowed and shouted gently: "Husband, you are here."

In front of everyone, Wei Zhang naturally stretched out his hand to support him, and said, "Madam, don't have to be too polite."

Wei Wu held him back and held Wei Zhang's hand, raised her head sweetly in her heart, but her eyes touched the plain silver-edged brocade clothes worn by the handsome young man Fengshen, and she couldn't help but frowned slightly and asked in a low voice: "Why did you come here in your old clothes? Didn't Awu ask Xiao Sier to prepare clothes for you? Why didn't you change your husband?"

The clothes were made of the same silk and the one she was wearing now, and the fabric style was almost the same.

When you wear it on your body, you will know that it is a couple at a glance.

If there was the word couple outfit in ancient times.

Wei Zhang glanced at the brocade clothes on his body and replied indifferently: "It's good to wear this way. It's just a little birthday. There's no need to be too grand and deliberate. Madam doesn't have to blame Xiao Sier. I said I wouldn't change my clothes."

Wei Wu bit her pink lips, saying that she was not disappointed in her heart was fake, but she didn't say anything after all. She smiled and shyly: "If you don't change, don't change it. Husband, what's the difference between Awu today?"

Wei Zhang looked at Wei Wu carefully when he heard this, and saw the beautiful peach blossoms drawn on her fair and smooth forehead. He was lost for a moment and couldn't help but murmur: "Peach Blossom Makeup..."

A beauty is not born from a mother's fertility, it should be the growth of a peach tree.

Rather, just call it—

Peach blossom makeup.

Mei Niang, do you think it’s good?

Seeing his wife's unparalleled and radiant makeup, Wei Zhang's mind couldn't help but feel the city far away in Jiangnan when he was young...

Some people, some things, some words.

Now the upstart of the court, Lord Zhongcheng, who is now relied on his teenage years, recalled his childhood, his pupils were stained with a dazed and melancholy color, and a light curve rippled on his lips, and replied: "It's very beautiful."

But I don't know who it is answering...

Wei Wu's heart was thrilled.

The husband was clearly praising her, but his eyes at this moment made her unable to be happy, as if he was far away from her, far away.

But, she and him are husband and wife, aren’t they?

They are the closest people in this life, aren’t they?

Forced to suppress the unknown slight panic in his heart, Wei Wu raised her lips, and the smile on her lips was a little stiff, she covered it up very well: "My husband also knows peach blossom makeup? The Rouge girl from the Gufang Rouge Shop went to the mansion to put on Awu's makeup today. As long as your husband is happy, it will not be useless to put Awu's thoughts..."

Wei Zhang was already stunned, when Wei Wu said the words "The Rouge Girl in the Rouge Shop".

His eyes moved slowly, and he came to his senses. His voice felt a little hard, as if something was strangling his throat. It was difficult to speak, "What did you say,... Miss Rouge?"
Chapter completed!