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Chapter 139 Shen Le: Little Wooden Comb, you are using the Strong One Identification Technique on me?! (Subscribe)

Shen Le tried his best to shout twice, but the little ones who were in the midst of the revelry ignored him and just played around on their own.

Only the small wooden comb was still hanging on his forehead, combing his hair diligently. Shen Le sighed helplessly:

"Alas, you are still the best..."

He half-closed his eyes, staggered, and turned into the bathroom. When he looked up at the sink, he was stunned:

"No, what's going on?"

my face!
When did my face turn into a ghost face?!
His whole face turned into a white face, as if putty had been scraped off - the same white face as Cao Cao in Peking Opera!

Not to mention the two thick eyebrows on her white face. Chunchun spared no expense and used enough eyebrow pencil to piss off a coal miner in Shanxi.
Under the thick eyebrows, the eyelashes are long and curled. When she blinks, the dust falls down and onto her cheeks.

The two huge blobs of rouge on her cheeks were immediately covered with large pieces of black ash, like a handful of sesame seeds sprinkled on a red cake.

He gasped in shock, and his bloody mouth immediately opened. I don't know what was smeared on his lips, it was dry and thick, and there were some lumps. When he opened his mouth, the lumps fell off...

"Who! Who painted this on my face!"

Pinocchio has developed a new way to play?
When did she become so naughty? Where did she learn this new trick? Who taught her this?
She shouldn't be allowed to work everywhere...

Shen Le felt like he was about to explode. He bent down, reached out to scoop up a handful of water, and was about to splash it on his face when the faint singing began again.

It rings in the ears, or in the mind. It is melodious, joyful, and repeated, accompanied by the movement of the small wooden comb:

【Comb all the way to the end;

Second comb white hair to eyebrows;

Three combs are full of children and grandchildren;

Four combs and four silver bamboo shoots are all in line...】

The first time you comb your hair, start from the Baihui point on the top of your head and comb downwards to the ends of your hair, to the back of your neck, to your shoulders, and then down along your spine until you reach your coccyx.

Still not giving up, he kept fiddling with the coccyx, even turning the comb sideways, intending to use the pointed end to pierce it directly...

Shen Le shivered from the prick, and felt a chill from his back to his forehead:

No, combing all the way to the end means you are combing all the way to the end of my hair, not my end!
Are you planning to build me a tail?
This little wooden comb was fine when it was first repaired, but how come it started to become seriously ill after it was reunited with its companions? !

He grabbed the comb with his backhand and lifted it up. The comb struggled to jump out of his hand, and then came to the top of his head and continued to comb down.

This time, he combed from the top of his head forward, past his forehead, past his bangs, and directly to his eyebrows. As the comb slid, Shen Le's hair became visibly whiter and longer, until it covered his eyebrows.

——Little wooden comb, stop it!

This is not what white hair and eyebrows mean!!!
He picked up the comb again, and the illusion disappeared, revealing his own short, neat black hair.

Instead, Shen Le became curious and put the small wooden comb back on the top of his head, wanting to see what other trouble it could cause.

The next moment, the small wooden comb slid down the side of his head and all the way to his left ear...

Wait, why is my belly bulging?

Strong identification technique, failed the test? !
Shen Le had so many complaints that he didn't know how to vent them. The small wooden comb combed his hair to the left, then jumped back to the top of his head and combed it to the right.

Shen Le felt his nostrils getting hot, and he watched helplessly as two streams of clear snot dripped from his nostrils, getting longer and longer...

Little wooden comb, that’s enough!
"Four silver bamboo shoots all in line" means that when an old person dies, his nose will naturally run like silver bamboo shoots hanging down.

The couple lived together until old age, and died at the same time when they were old. Four silver bamboo shoots fell at the same time, so they didn't have to suffer the pain of separation or the grief of being a widow.

I'm the only one here now, what do you mean by giving me two tubes of clear snot? !

Shen Le sighed, grabbed the small wooden comb, stuffed it into the constant temperature and humidity storage box, thought for a moment, then stuffed the three porcelain boxes in, and locked it with a click.

No need to ask, it was you who did it!
The messy makeup on my face must be the work of three porcelain boxes - most likely, they are powder boxes, rouge boxes, eyebrow powder boxes, etc.!

Although they have been washed clean and there is nothing inside, how can they be smeared on his face? But it doesn't matter.

Anyway, the little wooden comb can comb his hair by itself and create illusions for him. It is also very easy to apply makeup on his face with the three powder boxes...

Shen Le washed his face, washed his face, and washed himself hard, washing himself thoroughly, rubbing his cheeks and eyelids until they turned red.

Thanks to the powder used in that era, which could basically be washed off with water, he would have no place to find makeup remover for a while if he switched to the waterproof version!

After tidying himself up and having breakfast, Shen Le came to find trouble with Xiao Mushu and the others - no, he came to try to communicate with them and see what secrets he could dig out from them.

The three little guys had no strength when they first got home, but now that they have been repaired, they are all capable of rebelling on his face.

Well, it's normal for him to look forward to the secrets of the little ones, right?
Shen Le held a comb in one hand and a round box in the other, sitting cross-legged. He breathed in and out slowly, calming his mind and spreading it to the little guys.

After a moment, my chest felt slightly hot and the copper sheet vibrated.

"Snap", "Snap", "Snap", three round boxes in front of Shen Le opened one by one without any wind:

White powder, rouge, and black powder quietly intertwined and rushed towards him. The next moment, Shen Le saw a braid, a long, shiny black braid, hanging behind a bamboo cloth gown:
Oh, it's the Qing Dynasty. Alas, it was only in this dynasty that men were forced to grow long braids for three hundred years. God knows this hairstyle is so ugly, I really don't know what's good about it!
If the Kangxi, Yongzheng and Qianlong trilogy had not been filmed and broadcasted consecutively, achieving extremely high ratings, there wouldn’t have been so many Qing palace dramas later!

Shen Le thought indignantly, looking past the braid and looking in front of the man. Then, he saw the man dip a pen into the box and move in a different direction:
"Perrin, don't move."

The man's hands were white and slender, with delicate skin, and only a thin layer of calluses on the knuckles. They were clearly the hands of a scholar.

Holding the pen in his right hand, he held up Peilan's smooth and delicate cheek with his left hand, leaned forward slightly, and concentrated on drawing her eyebrows.

His breath sprayed on Perrin's forehead, and in just a moment, the woman's slightly flushed cheeks turned red.

Ah, this is the bride I saw that day, the scene after the wedding...

Shen Le smiled softly. The joy of the boudoir is greater than that of painting eyebrows, but painting eyebrows itself is already a very loving pleasure.

Seeing the bride's eyelashes drooping, trembling slightly, half shy and half happy, you know that her aunts and sisters-in-law are right. Her childhood sweetheart treats her very well.

Although the living place was a bit cramped, even from Shen Le's current perspective, it was very cramped.

The bedroom was packed with a bunk bed, a desk, a mirror table that was a foot and a half wide, a shelf for food boxes, a pair of chairs and a high table. There was hardly any room to step.
There is a small hall outside the bedroom, which is not very big. It has two bookshelves and a desk, and there is no extra space.

If there wasn't a small patio on the south side with a plum tree planted on it, the place would be so narrow that it would be suffocating.

Well, the owner of this dowry, Miss Peilan, would not feel that the house is too crowded and cramped and uncomfortable after marrying into this family, right?

While thinking about it, Shen Le heard a soft voice behind him, "Okay."

He quickly turned around and saw the man finish the last stroke, stand up and step back, holding his wife's shoulders and turning to the mirror table.

The woman's eyebrows were originally two thin willow-leaf-shaped eyebrows, soft and light. He added a few strokes to draw the brow peaks, and her whole face suddenly became more heroic.

She looked at herself in the mirror, feeling somewhat uneasy:

"Is this okay? Will my mother think that I'm too fierce and dislike me?"

"No, don't worry!"

The man chuckled and picked out a golden hairpin from the dressing box and put it on his wife.

The plain gold hairpin had no other decorations, only a thin gold chain hanging from the head, adorned with a round pearl. When he let go of her hand, the pearl swayed gently, making his wife look even more graceful:
"My mother always said that any woman who can support the family and take on responsibilities has some toughness. What she wants is not the kind of weak little wife!"

Perrin smiled at him and stood up calmly. As soon as he took a step, his brows slightly frowned, his body swayed slightly, and he leaned back against the table.

The man quickly supported his wife. He watched her slow down and then slowly took steps. He followed behind her, hesitating for a while before whispering:

"Perrin, why don't you just put your foot down?"

"Put your feet down?!"

Peilan turned around immediately and looked at her husband in astonishment. Shen Le was also stunned:
What?
Put your foot down? !
Did Peilan have bound feet? I didn't really notice it just now... By the way, in the last years of the Guangxu period, were there husbands who encouraged their wives to unbind their feet?

Is this such progress?!
"Of course, this foot should have been untied long ago - no, this foot should not have been bound at all." The man was in high spirits and wanted to continue talking, but when he saw his wife's uneasy expression, he suddenly laughed:
"It's my fault. I shouldn't have delayed you from visiting mother. Let's go to mother first and come back to discuss business in the evening!"

The light and shadows in front of me were floating, and in a blink of an eye it was night. The moon shone through the screen window, casting the shadow of the plum blossoms on the window paper, sparse and slanting, floating gently.

The young couple leaned against the window, shoulders touching, arms linked, whispering:

"How are you doing today?"

"It's fine. Mother takes good care of me... She taught me how to read the account book today. I made three mistakes in my calculations, but Mother didn't blame me... What about you?"

"I'm fine too. I went to a speech today that was very insightful. It's a shame you didn't hear it."

"Really? What did the speech say?"

"Is such that……"

The husband whispered to his wife the speech he had heard today. As he spoke, he became excited, stood up and waved his hands, his voice getting louder and louder:

“In this world, there are only fools who obey the wisdom of the wise and only fools who obey the wisdom of the wise.

Are there many of those Jin thieves? Only five million, less than the population of a state or a county!
Are those Jin thieves smart? There are illiterate princes and ministers, and generals and governors who can sing Peking opera Erhuang! "

"You're going to die!" Perrin was horrified, she stood up and rushed over, covering her husband's mouth. She stood on tiptoe, resting her chin on her husband's shoulder, and looked out nervously:

"You are saying such things here! If you are reported and caught, you will be beheaded!"

what……

behead?
Shen Le was stunned for a moment before he reacted. That's right, pigtails, the Qing Dynasty, saying that the number of Jin thieves was only so and so, saying that they were illiterate and could only sing operas...

This is not modern times, or even the Republic of China era. If you said this in the Qing Dynasty, you would be beheaded if you were caught!
"Pei Lan, don't be afraid." The husband grabbed his wife's slender hand, squeezed it tightly, and hugged her tightly. He hugged his wife, carefully moved her to sit on the bed, and kissed her cheek:

"Of course I will be careful. But Perrin, our country is now very backward and very dangerous. It is time for a revolution!"

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