Three Kingdoms

While Huang Yueying was busy with the things in her hands, she muttered in a low voice——

“Going out of its east gate, there was a woman like a cloud.

"Although it's like a cloud, I want to save it.

"In silk clothes and scarves, let's chat and have fun with our members.

"Out of the palace, there is a girl like a girl.

"Although it is in full swing, I still think about it.

"Only clothes are like weeds, so we can talk and have fun."

Any child, when he is ignorant, always thinks that he is the most beautiful person in the world. But when he begins to come into contact with other people besides his parents and other relatives, and slowly begins to understand some things and standards, Only then will he suddenly discover that the title he thought was the most beautiful is just a colorful bubble that bursts with a "pop" in the sun.

Huang Yueying also thought she was beautiful when she was a child, but when she grew up, she realized that she was not actually beautiful, at least she was different from other people. Her skin was dark and her hair was reddish-brown. Such a discovery is very difficult for any woman. For children, it is a blow.

From that time on, Huang Yueying basically had no contact with the families of the daughters of other noble families. She could tell the various emotions hidden in those people's eyes, the kind of contempt, ridicule, or sympathy that was not easily revealed. Pity, etc., this made her feel bad...

Therefore, Huang Yueying would rather stay alone in the Huang Family Yin Yin, looking through the books in her home, and making some various utensils that may be useful or just a joke. In her eyes, at least these pieces of wood and iron Nothing like that would treat her differently because of her appearance;

Therefore, Huang Yueying doesn't have many friends. The only one she talks about is Pang Tong and Pang Shiyuan, who has been showing off since she was a child. Of course, another reason is that Pang Tong and Pang Shiyuan are actually darker than herself. Every time she sees Pang Tong and Pang Shiyuan, I just feel like I'm pretty good...

Therefore, Huang Yueying likes this Zheng Feng poem very much. Sometimes she wonders if one day there will be a person like what the poem says, "Although it is like a cloud, it steals my thoughts." Even if it is a beautiful woman like a cloud, her eyes are like a cloud. There is only a woman like herself, who is "clothed and dressed like a weed".

This is a dream of hers...

Fortunately, Huang Yueying really met such a person——

It was he who came to her side when he was in danger at the gate of Xiangyang City and sent her for treatment;

It was he who guided the craftsmen of the Huang family in the Huang Family Yin Yuan, and together they made a water saw that could reduce a lot of labor;

It was him, under the Lu Mountain, under the light of a pair of dragon and phoenix red candles, holding his hand and seriously saying that he was not ugly...

At that moment, Huang Yueying really felt very happy. She finally knew that the warm feeling was not only the winter sunshine, but also the man's kind smile towards her.

Therefore, even if her father Huang Chengyan didn't tell her to think more about how to help him, Huang Yueying still hopes that she can do her part, for the warmth of her hands, for that gentle smile...

When Huang Yueying discovered that he didn't seem to be very satisfied with the armor, she stayed in the Huang Family Yin Yin, rummaged through many books at home, and then went to find a craftsman and asked him to knock out the armor pieces one by one. I took the cowhide, cut it into thin leather ropes, and weaved them piece by piece...

Huang Yueying also made the lining with sheepskin and fine linen, and sewed the edges, so that if he wore it, he would not feel uncomfortable because of direct contact with the cold nails.

He originally thought he could do it slowly, but what he didn't expect was that he would need it so soon. It is not absolutely safe to go on a mission. No one knows what he will encounter on the way. Therefore, Huang Yueying yesterday I didn't sleep all night, but worked hard with Xiao Mo Dou.

Huang Yueying sewed the last stitch and broke the thread with her teeth.

The armor is finally finished!

Huang Yueying's big eyes squinted, and then she lifted the armor with all her strength to see the overall shape, and then carefully looked up and down to check if there were any oversights...

The sound of nails hitting each other woke up Little Mo Dou, who was sleeping on his stomach.

Little Mo Dou opened his hazy sleepy eyes and saw that the armor that he had stayed up all night seemed to be finished. He immediately reached out and rubbed his eyes to confirm. Then he immediately clapped his hands happily and jumped up in circles...

Huang Yueying looked amused, put down her armor, reached out and hit Little Mo Dou on the head, and said, "Why are you jumping around... I don't know who shouted for help, but I fell asleep in the middle of the night..."

"Ah, it hurts... little girl~" Xiao Mo Dou held his head in his hands and said aggrievedly, "... I'm sorry, I have always said that I can't sleep, I can't sleep... but my eyelids still don't listen to me..."

"Okay, come and help me see if there are any other oversights... Ah, here you go, wipe your saliva off first!" Huang Yueying took a piece of cloth and pointed at the little ink fountain that remained in her mouth because she slept on her stomach. Traces of saliva on the sides.

Xiao Mo Dou blushed and squirmed in embarrassment. He took the cloth handed over by Huang Yueying, turned his back, and quickly wiped the remaining saliva on his mouth again and again, then turned around and inspected the armor with Huang Yueying. Come.

The two men checked the armor carefully, inside and out, and found no problems before putting it down and breathing a sigh of relief.

Huang Yueying picked up the bag that had already been made on the side, looked at it, then raised her head again, and was lost in thought for a while, then put down the bag, picked up the scissors on the side, picked up her long hair, and cut it with a click. go……

"Ah ah ah -" Xiao Mo Dou screamed and quickly came up to hold Huang Yueying's hand. What is the little girl doing? He actually cuts his own hair!

Fei Qian, who was sleeping in the back room, was startled awake by the high-decibel scream of the little Mo Dou. He threw on a coat and ran over, asking repeatedly: "What's wrong? What happened?"

With tears in his eyes, Xiao Mo Dou looked at Fei Qian and said, "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu My little girl didn't sleep all night... Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu She's hysterical, she's so confused... She actually cut her own hair..."

Originally, Huang Yueying was a little embarrassed when Fei Qian caught her in this scene, but when she heard Xiao Mo Dou's random guess, she felt angry and amused. She freed up her hand and tapped Xiao Mo Dou on the head again, "You're hysterical!" I am...this is..." Halfway through, his voice became softer and softer, and finally he stopped talking.

Fei Qian breathed a sigh of relief, okay, okay. He just heard Xiao Mo Dou scream so miserably, he thought someone was injured, but Fei Qian was also a little confused, "Yueying, why did you want to cut your own hair?"

Huang Yueying hesitated for a moment, then whispered intermittently: "...It is said that if you sew your hair... um, sew it to the inside of your pocket... you can... bless Mr. Lang for his safe return..."

"..." Fei Qian shook his head and sighed, "You silly girl..."

Huang Yueying didn't understand what Fei Qian meant, thinking that Fei Qian was accusing her. She couldn't help but froze for a moment, her big eyes became misty, and she bit her lower lip and looked at Fei Qian.

"If you want to sew your hair, just pull out two strands. Why are you using scissors? Besides, even if you have to cut, you should cut less. Look, so much has been cut off..." Fei Qian came to Huang Yueying's side and touched it. He touched Huang Yueying's head, looked at the short hair, and said with some regret.

Only then did Huang Yueying realize that Fei Qian was feeling sorry for her. She smiled and said, "My hair will grow again. I'm worried... I'm worried that it's not enough... Ah, Mr. Lang, you haven't put on your clothes yet..." As he spoke, While talking, I felt a little embarrassed, so I changed the topic and pushed Fei Qian to get dressed quickly.

"Who said I didn't have any clothes on? I just didn't have any clothes on... Okay, don't push me, I'll put it on, I'll put it on..."