China's Emperor, craving beauty that might shake an empire, was on the throne for many years, searching, never finding. Till a little child of the Yang clan, hardly even grown, raised in a boudoir, people don't know.
Natural beauty is hard to give up, at last one day was chosen for the imperial household. If she but turned her head and smiled, there were cast a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of the Six Palaces faded into nothing.
It was early spring. They bathed her in the FlowerPure Pool, which warmed and smoothed the creamy-tinted crystal of her skin. And, because of her languor, a maid was lifting her, when first the Emperor noticed her and chose her for his bride.
The cloud of her hair, petal of her cheek, gold ripples of her crown when she moved, were sheltered on spring evenings by warm hibiscus curtains. But nights of spring were short and the sun arose too soon, and the Emperor, from that time forth, forsook his early hearings.
-Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow
"I assume that a perfect woman is 100%, so her hair should account for 15%, because generally speaking, women's temperament has a great relationship with their hair! For example, Hepburn's typical symbol is Liu Haier, a child flower in Qi Mei, who is neat and always looks like an unmarried girl. I can give her a perfect score of 15 points. Murong Xuehen's soft black shoulder-length hair can set off the gentleness and gentleness of a southern belle. Generally speaking, men have a long hair complex, and short hair looks sharp and lively. It should not be a problem to score 13 points. "
Ye Wudao continued: "I really don't understand those women who dye their hair. I really don't know what nature is. Although Christians depict Eve and the Virgin Mary as blonde, I still have no affection for those women who dye their hair blonde."
Yang Ningsu subconsciously touched her hair and seemed a little dissatisfied, with a slight frown. In fact, in order to create a concise image of the host, she had to deliberately cut short the long hair that she had worked so hard to leave below her shoulders.
"A woman's face has twenty points, because an angelic face is definitely the greatest gift from God to a woman as well as a man, because a beautiful face is generally said to be a beautiful woman's face, and it is always a crazy thing for a beautiful woman to look at you with those watery eyes."
"water!" Ye Wudao arrogantly asked Yang Ningsu to bring water, saying, "To add, the eyes are the most important thing on a woman's face. That's why Blake said in Two Wealth that a woman's two wealth are a happy heart and a pair of loving eyes."
Obediently handed the water to Ye Wudao, whose eyes sparkled with unknown darkness. Yang Ningsu was shy like a little girl and said, "How many points can I score?" Not even ten points, right? "
"Aunt, you are a typical beauty, with a delicate and tender face and smart big eyes ..." Ye Wudao deliberately paused, and Yang Ningsu, who was looking forward to it, was suddenly hung up like a heart that stole candy, and immediately asked nervously: "What's the matter? Is there anything wrong?"
Looking at my aunt who has lost her usual quiet and plain temperament at this time, Ye Wudao hides a mystery: "It's just that there is too little time to laugh. When you are not at home, you don't laugh very much when I watch the program hosted by you, otherwise it will really be like that smile!"
Yang Ningsu obviously relieved and smiled with infinite amorous feelings: "How do you want me to laugh in front of nearly 100 million audiences, even if there is one, it can't be so obvious!" You're an aunt. Am I a nymphomaniac? Don't I always laugh at you at home? " Speaking of which, Yang Ningsu gave Ye Wudao a rude twist on the face.
Ye Wudao touched the twisted face, wondering if all beautiful women have a tendency to abuse people. Mom always twisted her ears when she was disobedient. This young aunt twisted her face for so many years. Murong Xuehen used to twist her waist, while Wu Wenyue just learned to twist her thighs. It seems that she will really be "torn to pieces" in the future.
Now Yang Ningsu, who is in a good mood, is lying flat on the bed, and she is not prepared for Ye Wudao, a pervert at all. Does a woman's vigilance decrease when she is happy? Ye Wudao decided to study it carefully in the future.
Yang Ningsu thought of those smelly men staring at themselves at ordinary times and wanting to pull out the dirty watch they swallowed. "Men should be very concerned about women's bodies, right?"
"Of course, the figure also accounts for 20%. Many men are arguing whether a woman's face is important or her figure is important. The only thing I know for sure is that when a woman has a devil's figure, men don't care so much about her appearance. Any normal man can't resist the temptation of Marilyn Monroe standing at the subway entrance and her skirt being blown up by the wind in 1955's The Seven-Year Itch."
Yang Ningsu made a provocative gesture while lying in bed, and said with a smile, "How much should I be? It's not lower than that little girl in Murong Xuehen, is it? "
Ye Wudao was dull like an idiot for a while. What is even more shameful is that nosebleeds are trickling down, and Yang Ningsu, who succeeded, kept giggling. Today, the number of times she laughed is worth a week at ordinary times.
Ye Wudao sighed that women are naturally compared with each other, and wiped her nose and got hurt. "Aunt, you are a perfect combination of maturity and purity. Snow marks can't compete with you, of course. She is still a girl. Your body is completely set according to the golden ratio, just like a work of art made by God himself! "
Isn't it obvious that a woman praises another woman for committing suicide? Ye Wudao is not so retarded. Although he is a little sorry for Murong Xuehen, it's the most real thing to seize the present. Anyway, what are you afraid of if you lie to the dead without paying for your life? Besides, it doesn't take much effort to say nice things. It's just a matter of talking. Why not?
Yang Ningsu is prone on the bed now, and Ye Wudao can even see the snow-white cleavage. Although he can't see the amorous feelings inside, just imagining it is enough to make him thirsty. Although a pair of Saint Peaks standing on his chest are wrapped in a suit, the charming outline looks attractive, full and firm, showing the mature and plump charm and charm of the most beautiful women. It's not obvious.
Listening to Ye Wudao's rhetoric, Yang Ningsu smiled and asked, "How many points can I score? What else? " Ye Wudao thought for a moment and said, "Eighteen points! Then there is the skin, with a total score of ten. Women's silky skin is always intoxicating to men. It is best to have natural skin, white and crystal clear, instead of using various skin care products as a' protective color'. "
Yang Ningsu sat up and let Ye Wudao's face suffer again. "You mean I don't look good with makeup?"
Ye Wudao smiles appealed: "My mr.zhou lotus root arm is white and crystal clear, my sweet shoulder is soft and greasy and smooth, my jade muscles are full, my snow skin is as smooth as jade, and makeup is just icing on the cake. I score nine points! Without any moisture, if it weren't for leaving a way for her poor woman, she could get a perfect score of ten! "
"Mr.zhou you head! Nine points? " Yang Ningsu snorted, indicating that the answer was satisfactory, and put Ye Wudao's poor ears aside for the time being.
Ye Wudao had a thoughtful smile on his face, but the innocence in his eyes made people believe him easily. He said, "But I want to see if I can really score nine!"
Hearing this somewhat ambiguous request, Yang Ningsu hesitated, but nodded. Ye Wudao fought back his inner excitement and raised his hand over Ningsu's face. The latter's obvious body trembled, and Ye Wudao's pink skin like a creamy baby made him linger.
Yang Ningsu, who felt a little strange, sighed and said to herself, "What's wrong with him? He has no choice but to be a child." Forcing herself not to think about messy things, she calmed down and smiled: "Can I score nine points?"
Ye Wudao withdrew his hand, but the other hand grabbed Yang Ningsu's slender hand again. The evil spirit said, "There are five points in your hand. Your hand is slender and white, without a ring or nail polish. Five points! The most important thing is that there is no engagement ring, gnome male-"..."
Yang Ningsu, who was caught by the hand, felt the invasion of that strange feeling more strongly this time, and her face flushed. Suddenly, she found that her innocent hands, which are still children in her eyes, are bigger than her own. The definitely slender hands of those boys are very suitable for playing the piano, and their nails are neatly trimmed. They used to help the little slacker repair them by themselves. Who is it now? It should be Murong Xuehen, the girl. Thought of here, she had a feeling of jealousy that she had never felt before, but soon she denied that feeling that should not have appeared at all.
Ye Wudao still grabbed Yang Ningsu's hand and said, "As for dressing up, it can be divided into three grades, vulgar, decent and tasteful. My aunt is of course tasteful, and she likes to watch my aunt wear a suit most. There are also ten voices. The voice of Xiao Yan seems to be the voice of nature in the absence of a road, and it is as perfect as dressing up. "
I'm afraid the whole province of S is familiar with Yang Ningsu's sweet and clever voice, and there are not a few people who are fascinated by it. Ye Wudao thought that when calling her husband, she would definitely feel very crisp.
Yang Ningsu didn't withdraw the hand caught by Ye Wudao, but deliberately ignored the hand that was gradually dishonest and began to touch her slightly. Instead, she was a little intoxicated and said, "Is that all?"
Ye Wudao looked at Xiao Yan, a stunner with slightly narrowed eyes, and her long black eyes flashed a conspiratorial smile. She slowly said, "There is also a special skill. It is one of them to have huge audience resources and admirers like Xiao Yan, and it is also a kind of holding power like mom. Snow Mark has a talent for music, and of course it is also a talent for cooking and wearing scarves."
Yang Ningsu was a little disappointed. "But I can't cook or knit scarves. It's useless!"
Ye Wudao gently and naturally hugged Yang Ningsu's weak body and said with a bewitching voice: "In the eyes of no way, Xiao Yan is a perfect woman!"
Yang Ningsu held him gently in her arms like Ye Wudao when she was a child. Although she felt a little changed, she still kept her mind at peace and had no worries ...
It's just that she didn't see that Ye Wudao's dark eyes were no longer innocent as a child, but full of calculation and conspiracy.
Unsuspecting, she is like a cup of prey, step by step towards the trap woven by hunters!