On their wedding night, she burned down the Prince Regent's palace.

Chapter 178 Ancient Beauty Techniques

"Girl, wake up, the time has come."

Ye Zhiyu was half asleep, only to hear a female voice suddenly ringing in his ears.

What time?Let her go back to her original time?

Ye Zhiyu opened his eyes expectantly and saw his grandma, who had been taking care of his medicine and food in the past few days, softly calling him to get up.

Turning his head to look out the window, Ye Zhiyu saw that it was still dark outside. He subconsciously wanted to cover his head with the quilt and go back to sleep.

"Mommy, you must have read the wrong time. It's not yet dawn."

Although Mammy's words were gentle, her hand movements were tough. She snatched out the corner of the quilt that Ye Zhiyu was holding, then stretched her palm under Ye Zhiyu's back, and with one force, she led Ye Zhiyu to sit on the bed. Got up.

Although Ye Zhiyu likes to sleep in, he is always a little embarrassed to be waited on like this when he wakes up.

Pulling on her shoes, she followed grandma's guidance and sat down in front of the dressing table.

A hot handkerchief was applied to his face, and the fumes were so hot that Ye Zhiyu almost fell asleep again. Suddenly, he felt pain on his face, and he couldn't help but cry out "ouch".

Now the grandma who helped her laugh also started laughing. She held the twisted wire in her hand and laughed for a long time before she could stop.

Ye Zhiyu was no longer sleepy at this time. He looked at the non-automatic hair removal machine in his grandma's hand and shook his head resolutely.

No way, the prince had ordered in advance that the master's preference should be given priority in everything, so the nanny could only regretfully retreat with her proud craftsmanship.

This morning, Ye Zhiyu felt like there were only three people waiting beside her. Each one of them was holding a small tool that she couldn't name, and they were busy with something on her face.

Before applying the lipstick, the nanny brought a plate of snacks and said, "Young lady, please use some first. The palace banquet is going on."

Ye Zhiyu swallowed two glutinous rice dumplings doubtfully. Could it be that Shen Yanliu was really so stingy that he couldn't even give them something good to eat at a banquet?

Complicated hairpins were inserted into her hair, and the dress on her body was layered one layer at a time, making her feel uncomfortable all over. Ye Zhiyu subconsciously twisted her neck to relax her muscles, but she was quickly stopped by her grandmother.

"Girl, the hairpin I finally put on was all messed up when I flicked it."

"Oh." Ye Zhiyu stopped moving angrily, and like a puppet, he sat there blankly and allowed them to constantly modify the details.

It wasn't until Feng Wuming sent someone to urge them that the nuns stopped.

Seeing the satisfaction shining in their eyes, Ye Zhiyu looked at the mirror doubtfully.

Although the bronze mirror is not as detailed as the mercury mirror, it has its own layer of charm and beauty filter. Otherwise, Ye Zhiyu would not dare to admit that the person sitting in front of the mirror at this time is herself.

Where is the ordinary village woman we promised you?She made her mask look so ordinary, just because she didn’t want to be noticed!
Ye Zhiyu was almost on the verge of crying, but looking at the eyes of the nuns and thinking of how hard they had worked since dawn, she couldn't say anything about how to take off her makeup. talk.

Therefore, Ye Zhiyu could only carry the expectations of the mothers and went out with many expensive equipment on him.

In the ninth hour of the night, he was at the door of Ye Zhiyu's bedroom, wondering why there was no movement inside and whether he should remind him again, when he saw the door slowly opened, and a woman in palace clothes appeared in front of him.

Ye Jiu blinked, then blinked again.

Who is this?Subconsciously, he felt that the prince must not miss this scenery, so he ran back to Feng Wuming without even having time to say hello.

Ye Zhiyu was left stunned in place, inexplicably beginning to doubt his life.

Even if this face is ordinary, you won't run away when you see it, right?

Every step was a struggle with the heavy headdress and complicated skirt. When Feng Wuming was hurriedly pulled over by Ye Jiu, what he saw was Ye Zhiyu bending down with a flat mouth to pull the skirt that was caught between his legs.

It was strange that he clearly knew that the person in front of him was Wang Xiao'e, but he seemed to be able to see the shadow of another person in her.

Sensing the arrival, Ye Zhiyu couldn't bear it any longer, collapsed and shouted, "Is there a simpler skirt? Simple!"

Feng Wuming couldn't help but laugh, and looked at the nuns who were alerted by Ye Zhiyu's shout, "Nuns, it's better not to make things difficult for her like a savage. She can't even walk a few steps in this dress before she falls. She doesn't have much face at the moment." , but it will lead to embarrassment."

The nuns looked at each other, partly because Feng Wuming had pointed out what they were thinking.

How many years!It has been many years since the prince went to a banquet with a female companion. Just this once, why can't they be allowed to use all their special skills?
But seeing Ye Zhiyu really struggling to move, the nuns had no choice but to find another dress and dress her up again.

Most of the hairpin on her head was removed at her strong request. Ye Zhiyu moved around a bit. Seeing that the skirt this time would not affect his running, he nodded with satisfaction.

Sitting in the carriage with Feng Wuming, Ye Zhiyu couldn't help curling his lips when he saw that he was wearing ordinary court clothes, "I'm not the only one who has to be dressed up before dawn, am I?"

Feng Wuming chuckled, "When will I need others to yell and coax me before I get up?"

Ye Zhiyu couldn't think of any strong rebuttal after holding it in for a long time, so he could only stare at Feng Wuming.

Feng Wuming didn't take it seriously. He told her one by one about the officials who might attack the two of them at the palace banquet today, and taught her what each person's reasons were and how to deal with them.

Ye Zhiyu was confused after hearing this, and didn't understand why Feng Wuming didn't teach her in advance. How could she remember it?
Feng Wuming glanced at her, "Let me tell you this morning, have you slept well these days?"

"Besides, I just told you so much, of course not to make you remember everything. You are my doctor, not a staff member. Why do you remember those useless things?"

Ye Zhiyu was still trying to digest Feng Wuming's cramming teachings, and was even more dumbfounded after hearing this, "Then why did the prince tell me?"

"To make you feel at ease," Feng Wuming even changed to a more comfortable sitting position compared to Ye Zhiyu, who was sitting there with his hands tied and his face full of nervousness, "to tell you that no matter how arrogant and provocative they are at the palace banquet, they have a handle. In the hands of this king, whoever dares to refute my reputation will naturally have to bear the consequences."

Feng Wuming's image suddenly looked taller in Ye Zhiyu's eyes.

Knowing that someone would find a place for him afterwards, Ye Zhiyu's stiff back gradually relaxed. Listening to Feng Wuming telling secrets about courtiers from time to time to relieve his boredom, he actually lost all the nervousness he felt when going out.

As the wheels rolled into the palace gate, Ye Zhiyu took a deep breath unconsciously and looked at Feng Wuming subconsciously.

Feng Wuming saw that she became nervous again in the blink of an eye, so he smiled helplessly and got out of the car before Ye Zhiyu.

Ye Zhiyu poked his head out and felt nervous when he saw the eyes all around him peeking at the place.

Turning his eyes, he saw Feng Wuming stretching out his hand and waiting for him.

(End of this chapter)