Portable Space: The Peasant Princess

It’s April 8th.

As soon as the rooster crowed, Gu Panxia was pulled up from the couch by Mrs. Zhou.

"Pan Xia, wake up quickly!"

After Mrs. Zhou woke up Gu Panxia, ​​she shouted to the door: "Dongxue, hurry up, bring water in and wash the lady."

Dongxue, who was guarding the door, answered yes and walked in with the washing water and some toiletries that had been prepared.

Qiuyue, who was following Dongxue, walked in carrying a purple embroidered skirt.

Gu Panxia was still in a dazed state, and it seemed that she had not yet fully woken up.

She looked through the door and saw that the genius outside had just brightened up. She couldn't help but said helplessly: "Mom, why are you here so early?"

"It's getting late. It's almost dawn. Get up and wash up quickly. We'll have a distinguished guest coming soon, so we have to hurry up."

Gu Panxia rubbed her eyes, sighed softly, and then slowly got up from the couch.

Dongxue hurriedly brought the toiletries in front of her, "Miss, wash up first!"

Gu Panxia nodded, and after washing up, she was pulled to the dressing table by Mrs. Zhou.

"Chunyan, come and help your lady comb her hair. Just keep it simple. It will be easy to remove later."

"Yes! Madam!"

Chunyan's hands are very skillful, and in a short while, a simple but elegant bun was quickly combed.

Mrs. Zhou nodded with satisfaction and asked Xia Lian and Qiu Yue to serve Gu Panxia and put on the purple embroidered skirt.

Gu Panxia didn't say a word from beginning to end, letting them play around with her, feeling helpless.

It was troublesome in ancient times, so why bother with the gift of a hairpin? Isn’t this just looking for trouble?

She yawned obscenely, her eyes slightly closed, looking listless.

Seeing her like this, Mrs. Zhou felt helpless.

Her daughter is good at everything, but she doesn't pay much attention to dressing up.

She usually wears plain-colored clothes, so that's it. When she opened the cabinet, almost half of it was white. For those who didn't know, she thought she was buying mourning clothes.

"Dongxue, put some makeup on your young lady. Look at her listless look. It's really unseemly!"

Dongxue responded respectfully, but when she looked at the dressing table, she couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded.

There was nothing on the dressing table except the bronze mirror and a few wooden combs.

She looked at Mrs. Zhou with some embarrassment, but hesitated to speak, "Madam... this... Miss, she..."

"What's wrong?" Zhou looked at her doubtfully.

"Madam, Miss, she doesn't have rouge and gouache..."

Zhou was startled, and so were the other three.

Looking at Gu Panxia's skin that could be broken by a blow, I couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

This comparison is really annoying. There is no rouge, gouache, and such supple skin. As for them, they apply it every day, but they are still not as good as her lady's bare face.

Xia Lian couldn't help but sigh: "Our young lady is naturally beautiful, where do we need those vulgar things?"

She has a pair of watery almond eyes, a face as delicate and flush as a hibiscus, and she is wearing a purple embroidered skirt, with slender shoulders and slim waist, making her look like a charming beauty.

Mrs. Zhou looked at her daughter carefully and couldn't help but nod appreciatively.

Her daughter, I don't know when she started, has become more and more beautiful and attractive.

"That's all, that's it!"

Gu Panxia breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that her mother was finally willing to let her go.

Her body softened and her head crawled on the dressing table.

Seeing her like this, Mrs. Zhou stretched out her hand and hurriedly pulled her up.

"Pan Xia, please don't sleep anymore. It's getting late. Cheer up quickly. The distinguished guests will be arriving soon."