Yang Ruoqing was also confused when she heard Cao Bamei's messy and somewhat incoherent teaching words.

I feel like laughing a little bit.

In this era, there are no books on physiology and there is no Internet.

There is a lack of platform for communication, and the women talk about these matters in the boudoir privately and in a very vague way.

Many women even dare not talk about it at all.

It's one thing to wash clothes in the fields or by the pond and make jokes about mixing meat and vegetables.

It's another matter to really sit down and discuss these things seriously.

Therefore, what I heard from Cao Bamei now is not only Cao Bamei's personal experience.

More, they are the secrets from the Sun family and the eldest Sun family.

If it is not necessary for marriage, the elders are afraid that the younger generations will not understand anything and make a joke.

Otherwise, it is impossible to know these private things in your lifetime.

"Qing'er, why are you so stunned? Do you understand?"

After Cao Bamei finished speaking, seeing that Yang Ruoqing had no reaction, she couldn't help but ask.

Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses, suppressed laughter, and nodded repeatedly.

"I understand, but I'm a little scared and a little panicked. What should I do?" she asked.

Cao Bamei said: "Don't be afraid, don't panic, it will hurt a little at first, but after a while, it will be fine."

"Ah? What kind of pain does that feel like?"

Yang Ruoqing asked deliberately.

Cao Bamei blushed: "Oh, I can't tell. In short, it only hurts as long as it hurts. You will know when the time comes!"

Yang Ruoqing originally wanted to tease her again, but Xiaoyu came back and the topic could no longer continue.

The three girls lay on the bed and said that they were going to be brides tomorrow and had to sleep well.

However, I am so excited that I can't sleep!

The cerebral cortex is extremely active, and my mind is full of thinking about tomorrow.

I simulated every step Sun explained in my mind and created a three-dimensional rendering.

Then, I thought about this time tomorrow night.

The people lying with him were not Bamei and Xiaoyu, but Luo Fengtang.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but smile secretly.

This feeling is really indescribable.

…

When I woke up, it was already the 12th day of the eighth lunar month, the wedding day.

As soon as we got up early in the morning, everyone got busy immediately.

Mrs. Sun and the others were busy cooking in the kitchen, and there would be four banquets in the morning called the wedding banquet.

It is specially used to greet the relatives and friends of the woman, the matchmaker, and the wedding team sent by the man.

Yang Huazhong, on the other hand, was busy greeting the guests.

Daan and Dajie are responsible for receiving the children brought by relatives.

As for the newlywed Yang Ruoqing, the Sun family entrusted it to Cao Bamei and Xiaoyu.

The two girls accompanied Yang Ruoqing and helped her fetch washing water. After washing, they had something to eat.

Xiaoyu sat Yang Ruoqing on the table and started to prepare her makeup.

"I'm not used to dressing up in such a serious way!"

Yang Ruoqing looked at the large and small rouge and gouache boxes lined up in front of the bronze mirror on the table, feeling a little embarrassed.

In the past, when she combed her hair, she would do it as simply and neatly as possible.

As for rouge gouache, I never use it.

Purely natural, hibiscus!

"If you're not used to it, you have to endure it. Isn't this the only time in our life that we women will do it!"

While Xiao Yu was making preparations there, she took the time to say to Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing looked at Xiaoyu's serious actions and couldn't help but laugh.

"Can you do it? Don't make me look like a big opera singer on the stage!" she said.

Xiaoyu raised her eyebrows: "Hey, you still look down on people? In order to do this makeup for you, I have been learning makeup from the proprietress of the rouge shop in Xiushui Town for the past six months!"

Yang Ruoqing smiled: "Haha, it turns out that I am still a professional? OK, then I will leave my face to you now!"

Xiaoyu curled her lips: "Don't worry, I'll wrap it up on my body, and I'll make sure I paint you so beautifully that even your family members won't be able to recognize you!"

Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled.

Soon, the two of them stopped talking nonsense because they were about to start putting on makeup.

"Bamei, come and do Qing'er's face first. After that, I'll put makeup on her."

Xiao Yu temporarily stepped aside.

Cao Bamei responded and came quickly.

Face opening is also a procedure when getting married.

Xiaoyu couldn't do it because she was an unmarried girl and a married woman had to do it.

Cao Bamei happened to be married, so it was her.

"Eight sisters, be gentle, I'm afraid of pain."

Looking at the thin red embroidery thread that Cao Bamei was holding with both hands, Yang Ruoqing said flatteringly.

She is not afraid of swords and swords, she is afraid of these gadgets.

Cao Bamei smiled: "Don't worry, it won't hurt at all. Just sit and don't move. It will be fine soon."

Then, she put a layer of powder on Yang Ruoqing's face, hooked the thread with both hands and made the thread cross at two corners.

She pressed her hands against the skin of Yang Ruoqing's face and opened it.

Yang Ruoqing felt as if her face had been bitten by ants a few times before the thread left her face.

"Is this all over?" she asked.

"Yeah." Cao Bamei said.

"It's just a formality. Besides, Qing'er, your skin is smooth and delicate, so there's nothing to worry about," she said.

Yang Ruoqing chuckled and raised her hand to touch her face.

Well, being young is good.

"It's me, it's me, please sit down and don't touch!" Xiaoyu said, coming to the table again.

Yang Ruoqing quickly sat down obediently and felt Xiaoyu's fingers busy on her face.

Cao Bamei was on the side, helping to pass something, holding down her hair and so on.

Yang Ruoqing sat obediently, feeling the two little sisters doing their best for her. In her ears, she could hear footsteps from time to time in the yard outside the house, as well as the cheerful laughter of the women who were helping.

Everything is so beautiful, as beautiful as a dream.

Everyone is working hard for this wedding.

Today, she is the female pig's trotter in the story, and she is about to complete the most unforgettable feast in her life.

Tangyazi, here I come!

Time passed bit by bit.

Xiaoyu finally put down the eyebrow pencil in her hand and took a long breath.

"Okay, Qing'er, look in the mirror. I'm sure you won't recognize yourself!" Xiaoyu said.

When Yang Ruoqing heard this, she opened her eyes and saw a figure appearing in the bronze mirror...

"Oh my god, is this Chang'e in the Moon Palace?" She asked in wonder as she looked at the beauty in the mirror.

Xiaoyu burst into laughter.

"She is really beautiful, even more beautiful than Chang'e, but she is also thicker-skinned than Chang'e. Do you think so, Eight Sisters?" Xiao Yu asked.

Cao Bamei was also watching, her face full of surprise.

Hearing Xiaoyu's words, Cao Bamei smiled.

"I didn't expect Qing'er to wear such bridal makeup. She is so beautiful that I can't even recognize her." She clicked her tongue.
Chapter completed!