Huang Chunfeng sat quietly in the room, the breath in his body was constantly circulating, although he did not see Li Yuanhao himself, but the divine heaven realm above the nine products, he could see the details, see the subtle knowledge, close his eyes and see things, and the breath of ordinary people was breathing, and in his ears it was like the wind passing through the woods, making a strong sound. Huang Chunfeng, www.biquge.info of the pen "Fun" Pavilion, listened quietly to Li Yuanhao's every move next door, and His Majesty the Emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty had been ...... Busy, muttering in his mouth, reciting words, as for what he is busy with, Huang Chunfeng doesn't know.

Next door is Liu Baitong, a crazy old man who is not a master in the traditional sense, he can hide his breath without a trace, but he can't detect the breath of ordinary people, fighting against people, Liu Baitong in addition to the majestic breath, more rely on instinct, often unexpected moves, which is also the unreasonable hand that the martial artists often say.

In the middle of the night, Li Yuanhao's room was unusually quiet, Huang Chunfeng frowned, and was about to get up, when he suddenly heard Li Yuanhao's exaggerated shout from the next room: "Old man Huang, old naughty, I'm ready to sleep, I want to sleep for three...... No...... For four hours, don't disturb me, or don't blame me for turning my face and not recognizing anyone. ”

Huang Chunfeng obviously felt that after Li Yuanhao finished shouting, his breath was a lot more stupid, this girl was lying!

After a long silence, Li Yuanhao was holding an empty burden in her arms, the thief head and thief brain came out of the room, looked left and right to see if there was anyone, nodded her toes, turned around and closed the door, squeaked softly, she was busy looking at the room next door to the left and right, there was nothing abnormal, stuck out her tongue, bent her waist, carefully went downstairs, and disappeared into the street.

"What the hell is this girl going to do?" Huang Chunfeng thought in his heart, ready to raise his feet and follow, but suddenly stopped, and when he was not by her side in the future, he sat back again.

The sun shifted and gradually rose, and Li Yuanhao was still nowhere to be seen.

Huang Chunfeng Gujing Bubo's heart was a little worried, and the Buddhist family's comfortable sitting posture couldn't be relieved, and he began to regret a little that he didn't follow: "Where did this girl go?"

At this time, Li Yuanhao walked back to the inn panting with a big burden on his back, sweat on his brows and nose, his face was beaming, and he was indescribably excited and happy.

The innkeeper complimented him with a smile on his face, and reached out to help, Li Yuanhao hurriedly hid the burden back, and looked at the shopkeeper vigilantly.

The shopkeeper is boring to himself, and he smiles sideways to give way, everyone in the world has their own quirks, he has seen too many such people, the richer the person, the more quirks, and the more elusive.

Li Yuanhao went upstairs in a hurry, opened the door gently, hid in the room, put the big burden on the bed, covered it with a quilt, patted it, smirked, drank a cup of tea, and eavesdropped on the old man Huang next door, there was no sound, she was relieved a lot, but Huang Chunfeng was also listening to her movements.

Walking to the big burden again, Li Yuanhao untied the knot on the baggage, full of bits and pieces of the burden, scattered on the bed, there was a set of yellow smoke yarn Bixia Luo, a daffodil green dress, a thin smoke green yarn, a small and delicate small mirror, a hollow short handle iron, a carved Xuan kiln porcelain box, several bottles and jars of rouge gouache, a corner tweezers, a Dai inkstone, a stone eyebrow pencil, exquisite, full of women's small objects.

Li Yuanhao couldn't put it down, touched this, looked at that, and held a short-handled iron, babbling and waving a few times, so happy.

At this time, it was the Lantern Festival, even the banks of the Qinhuai River were not warm, and there were small stoves in the inn rooms for the guest officers to use by themselves, Li Yuanhao lit the stove and boiled a pot of hot water.

Open the carved Xuanyao porcelain box, there are two hosta flower sticks stored in it, take out one, Li Yuanhao put it under his nose and smelled it, light, white, red, fragrant, all four are beautiful, it is really a good thing.

When I went to the shop to buy gouache, Li Yuanhao lied and said that rouge gouache or something, my son didn't understand, he bought it for the little sister at home, no matter how expensive or low, as long as it was good. The owner of the rouge shop smiled, he liked this kind of bold customer the most, he didn't understand anything, he could slaughter it fiercely, and took out a box of gouache: "Guest officer, the usual inferior powder is lead powder, and it hurts people after a long time. Li Yuanhao pretended to be indifferent: "Put it on!" The boss smiled and squinted and said, "Guest officer, this gouache is not cheap." Li Yuanhao took out a piece of gold, she recently liked the feeling of smashing people with gold, and suddenly thought about it, she said that she wanted to save money, and she couldn't be lavish, and put the gold back: "Boss, how much is it?" The boss with bright eyes was lost for a while, and reported a number. Li Yuanhao took out the silver and handed it over, but he didn't give a copper plate more.

At this time, the water in the kettle was boiling, Li Yuanhao blew the heat dissipation, poured a pot of hot water with the handle of the kettle, picked up a small iron with a hollow short handle, put in the red-hot coal, and waited for the iron bottom of the iron to be slightly hot, put it on the green long skirt to iron it flat, and dry it.

He carefully took out a delicate porcelain bowl from the fragmented objects, poured hot water, and when the water temperature was moderate, poured a few packets of rouge into it, and slowly dissolved. The rouge melted in warm water, Li Yuanhao picked a little bit from the hairpin like a curious baby, smeared it in the palm of his hand, and heard others say that the dissolved rouge can be used to point the lips or cheeks, but as for how to do it, Li Yuanhao is not clear.

She once read "Qi Min Yaoshu" and "Qianjin Yifang", which detailed the production process of rouge gouache, but for the makeup, the record is rough, and there are few books in this area, even the Kowloon Pavilion, which is rich in books, I heard that Chen Luoyan, the princess of Nanliang, is writing a book that teaches the makeup of women in the world, and the name of the book is very poetic "Half a Jin Makeup", and I don't know if I write it or not, hum, even if it is written, I Li Yuanhao will not read it, a little woman who doesn't understand bullshit!

Li Yuanhao still remembered what Chen Luoyan said - don't compare this princess with the embroidered pillow of the Northern Wei Dynasty, I can't afford to lose that person!

Women are all grudges, and His Majesty the Emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty is a little woman.

Hmph, is it difficult to put on makeup? I don't think so, Li Yuanhao thought so, so he began to paint makeup, first applied powder as a base, as if he was afraid that it would not be white enough, Li Yuanhao applied an extra layer, smeared a little rouge on his nails, dotted it on his lips, and smeared rouge on both sides of his cheeks, smearing two blushes.

Pinch the horn tweezers, trim the eyebrows, Li Yuanhao has a heavy hand, accidentally poked his eyes, the pain is endless, tears overflow her eyes, she hurriedly looked up obliquely, not let the tears flow down, so as not to spend the freshly applied rouge gouache, and then appliqué, glue the cheeks, and draw oblique red. After tossing for a long time, Li Yuanhao looked in the mirror and looked at it again, and comforted himself for a long time: It's the first time, it doesn't matter if the painting is not good.