This inn is not far from Tianxianglou, it looks very ordinary, Su Wanqing traveled between Nanling and the capital when she was a child, and she also stayed overnight in the inn, so she is no stranger to the process.

Because she didn't want to be too eye-catching, Su Wanqing only chose an ordinary grade room, the furnishings were a little simple, fortunately, there should be a mirror table copper basin or something, Su Wanqing was not a picky person, put things down, and sat down in front of the mirror table......

In the bronze mirror, a woman with skin like clotted fat was reflected, and Su Wanqing's hand couldn't help but caress her face.

She had never done anything before with a man dressed as a woman, but she could also imagine that the clothes and accessories could be changed to look like a man, and the facial features could be smeared with some heroism, but the skin was fair and delicate, and it didn't look like a man should have it from anywhere.

In response to this, Su Wanqing was prepared, and took out two vials with the same appearance from her sleeves, and the contents were the same, both of which were wound medicine made by Chen Jianzhi.

She stared at the porcelain vase for a moment, then turned her heart sideways and slowly applied the wound medicine to her face in the mirror.

When Su Wanqing first saw Su Yuanyi smearing this wound medicine on her fingertips, maybe the sore was too small, she didn't notice anything unusual, until that day she put the medicine in the palm of her hand, and suddenly realized that it was not impossible to distinguish between applying this medicine, it would make the intact skin around the injury look rough and black, and after the water, the skin would return to its original appearance.

It's also quite interesting to say, this thing is obviously medicine, but when applied to the face, it is not only uniform in color, but also not easy to be distinguished.

Out of caution, Su Wanqing had previously made an excuse to ask Hongfu to help her ask Chen Jian for a bottle, which was just enough to paint her neck, behind her ears and most of her arms, and after a while, a face with skin that was neither too fair nor too delicate appeared in the mirror.

This skin is no longer white and tender, and the whole person is less beautiful.

Su Wanqing added a few more strokes to her face, drew a delicate sword eyebrow, and dotted a small black mole on her cheek, which added two points of heroism.

Su Wanqing looked at herself in the mirror, she was quite satisfied, and after admiring it for a while, she got up and opened the bag, revealing two neatly folded men's robes, one was brown, extremely long, obviously Su Zhao's own clothes, and the other was gray, brand new, looking shorter, and it was comparable to her size.

Su Wanqing tied her waist with the cloth she brought, put on a middle coat jacket, and then put on a gray robe, tied up a green silk, and matched her face that had been swaying for a long time.

After Su Wanqing prepared everything, she straightened her clothes, followed the example of a man, and strode out of the inn.

At this time, the sky gradually darkened, several bright red lights have been hung outside the courtyard of Tianxianglou, the eight doors are wide open, the sound of silk and bamboo orchestra comes around the beam, there are more than ten leading small people standing in an orderly manner by the door, whenever the distinguished guests visit, they will come forward to lead the way with a respectful attitude.

Outside Tianxiang Building, Su Zhao was leaning against the wall with his chest crossed, looking at the guests coming and going for a moment, practicing martial arts all year round, so that his senses were very sensitive, and he noticed that someone was approaching, he immediately turned his head and looked, his eyes fell on Su Wanqing, and there was a moment of stunned in his eyes, and he subconsciously looked at Su Wanqing for a few rounds, and said in surprise: "Master, your easy makeup, the change is really not small!" ”

Su Wanqing smiled, glanced in the direction of Tianxiang Building, and said in a low voice, "Is King Yang here?" ”

"Not yet." Su Zhao shook his head and couldn't help asking: "I heard that the emperor issued a holy decree and allowed King Yang to return to Beijing at the end of the month, wouldn't it be a rebellion for him to come back at this time?" ”

Su Wanqing smiled, "King Yang has always done his own thing, and it is not strange that he wants to resist the decree." ”

Su Zhao's body stiffened when he heard this, and he was just about to say something, but suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he said with some surprise: "The master is really like a god, and King Yang is really here!" ”

"Where?" Su Wanqing's heart tightened, and she hurriedly followed Su Zhao's line of sight and looked into the distance.

Wherever her eyes fell, there were few men, but even if Su Wanqing had never seen Su Yuanyang, it was enough for her to lock her eyes firmly on a man in jade clothes.

Su Yuanyang was wearing a jade-colored brocade robe, with a blue coat on his head, a jade belt around his waist, and a folding fan pinned to the jade belt.

His figure is slender, his sword eyebrows and starry eyes, his facial features are extremely handsome, and his mouth is slightly hooked to one side when he laughs, bringing out full evil intent, which is obviously evil, but it is so pleasing to the eye that people can't take their eyes off.

At this moment, Su Wanqing understood that Ling Wanrong's praise to King Yang was not a lie.

Compared with Su Yuanyi's coldness and intimidation, rejecting people thousands of miles away, Su Yuanyang's gestures are all charming.

Charm? Realizing this word, Su Wanqing was stunned, and when she looked carefully, the man in front of her was not charming, and even had the momentum of being on the edge for many years, but somehow, she just felt that his smile mixed with affection and mockery was really moving.

"Master, master," Su Zhao's inquiring voice came from beside him, "Do you want to follow?" ”

Su Wanqing came back to her senses, coughed a little embarrassed twice, "Let's go", as she spoke, she walked towards Tianxianglou.

Just as the two of them walked by, Su Yuanyang had already entered the gate of Tianxianglou, with the quality of his clothes, anyone could see that he was noble and extraordinary, and a small guy immediately gathered at the door, bowed down to guide Su Yuanyang inside.

Immediately after, Su Wanqing also walked to the door.

Her dress is simple and unpretentious, but because Su Zhao who is following behind her is quite imposing, coupled with her own nobility, she looks like a well-educated son from an official eunuch's family, so there are also small servants who come forward to lead the way.

Walk into the lobby of Tianxianglou, face a wide high platform, there are dozens of brightly dressed women dancing on the high platform, under the stage are dozens of carved square tables, around the four sides of the high platform built a three-story cloister structure pavilion, the side facing the high platform is the girl's boudoir, and the remaining three sides are separated from several rooms on each floor, as a private room.

Walking here, the little servant who led Su Wanqing slowed down, turned his head and asked: "This son, do you think you are just having fun in the lobby, or are you ......?"

Su Wanqing raised her eyes and glanced at the figure who was walking towards the attic on the west side of the high platform, took out a small silver ingot from her waist, rewarded it to the little maid, and said crisply: "Naturally, I went to the private room." ”

After speaking, she took the first step and walked in the direction of Su Yuanyang over the small maid.

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