073 Ugly Face

The veil of Lu Man's voice, swept by the aftermath of the whip, rolled down to the ground—

Lu Mansheng realized, did not panic, and did not reach out to cover his face. Just stood there straight, looking at Gong San and the others downstairs.

Don't you just want to see her face?

She just let them see it, let them see enough. Knowing her face, she won't appear in the future and disrupt her life again.

The veil slowly fell, leaving Lu Mansheng's face, like a thin piece of paper, falling to the ground, not dusty.

Gong San stood up and looked at the face exposed in front of the person upstairs.

The abacus in the shopkeeper's hand fell to the ground, and the lamp oil held by Xiaohuo also snapped down, and the ground was stained with oil.

Princess Yu'er, who was still shouting, was silent as if she had swallowed a fly alive.

The entire Fulai Inn was eerily quiet, and the occasional gasping sound could be heard.

Gong San's eyes flickered, and he looked at the person standing on the second floor with a cold face. The look of surprise on his face was all put away, and it was replaced by a touch of unbearable.

Today, they have overdone it.

Before her veil was lifted, behind Ouyang Yu'er's bad hope was a face that was too ugly to be seen. She wanted to expose that face to her cousin the prince so that he could see her true colors.

However, when the veil fell, the ugly but still calm and cold face was exposed in front of her eyes, when she stood on the second floor, motionless, but seemed to be laughing at them with that face, Ouyang Yu'er was not as happy as she expected, but a sense of guilt rose in her heart.

Also a woman. You know how painful and unbearable it is to be looked at in such a way in public.

Before she knew it, she had done something very nasty.

Meng Lingdong inadvertently glanced at Ouyang Yu'er. Noticing her lip biting motion, he paused, then calmly brushed his face away.

Gong San walked upstairs step by step, his eyes kept watching Lu Mansheng standing upstairs. Walked up to her, slowly bent down, and picked up her veil.

"Cousin ...... Prince"

The dragon among the venerable people actually bent down and picked up the veil for that woman?

Why does the prince's cousin look so remorseful? It's none of his business. Instead of being frightened by the woman, he ...... to her

"I'm sorry, I apologize to you on their behalf."

Gong Feiyang's right hand was still cramping. The whole person froze. At first, he was frightened by Lu Mansheng's face, but later, it was because of Tai Gong's demeanor.

"Enough of it?"

“……”

"It's okay in the future, don't appear in front of me again."

Gong Shun was silent. He could only be silent.

Lu Mansheng glanced at the veil in his hand. Without taking it, he turned around and walked back to his room step by step. The door was gently slammed shut, completely isolating the people outside from their own world.

Gong Xun listened to the sound of the door closing in his ears, and froze in place, not moving for a long time. In his hands, lying quietly, the blue veil. In Gong Feiyang's incredulous gaze, he closed his eyes. Hold the veil in your hand.

Gong San left the Fulai Inn with his people, looking at the person who walked in front of him without looking back. Ouyang Yu'er actually felt that the back of the prince's cousin was like that woman's face, cold and unruly.

The shopkeeper sent off the guests at that table with trepidation, and stood at the bottom of the hall, looking upstairs, not knowing what to think.

"Shopkeeper, ...... of Miss Lu's lamp oil?"

"Send it up."

Xiaohuo hesitated a little, something like that happened, Miss Lu shouldn't want to see them at this time.

"It's okay, send it up." The last thing that Miss Elu's temperament needs is the sympathy and pity of others. If that's the case, you'd really underestimate her.

Despite this, no girl would not care.

Xiaohuo followed the shopkeeper's instructions and came to Lu Mansheng's room with lamp oil.

After thinking about it, he raised his hand and gently knocked on the door twice.

The door quickly opened from the inside, and a veil of the same color was being worn on Lu Mansheng's face.

"Miss Lu, I'll add oil to your lamp."

Lu Mansheng stepped aside and let Xiaohuo into the house. She returned to the table and sat down, and in front of her lay the familiar yellowed ancient book.

Xiaohuo slowly poured the lamp oil into the lamp tray, and quietly observed the sound of Lu Man. Lu Mansheng looked serious, and her appearance was no different from usual.

This girl, is she really okay? But how is it possible, no matter who happens to them, they will become depressed and don't want to see people, right?

But Xiaohuo turned to think about it, and Miss Lu's depressed appearance was really unimaginable.

"Then girl, I'll go out first, and then call me if there's anything."

"Hmm." Lu Mansheng nodded, his eyes not taking his eyes off the book.

Xiaohuo bent down and retreated, and gently closed the door for her, leaving only Lu Mansheng in the room.

Lu Mansheng has been staring at the book in his hand, and those who are attentive will find that the page has not been turned for half an hour.

Finally, Lu Mansheng stood up, came to the vanity mirror, and untied his veil.

She knew why those people were frightened, the hematoma on her face had grown smaller, only the size of a finger. However, the place where the hematoma originally grew has not fully recovered. The skin is black and wrinkled, and it is really miserable to appear on this face.

Not to mention that they would be frightened, even Lu Mansheng himself didn't dare to look at his face more.

She wanted to get the Ice Heart Jade Lotus, on the one hand, for the hematoma on her face, and on the other hand, for the treatment of these scars. Without the Ice Heart Jade Lotus, even if the blood tumors on the face were all gone, this face would still not be able to see people.

Sure enough, no one would be completely indifferent to such a thing. Self-esteem was trampled under the feet, and the frightened gasps and pitying eyes of others made the soles of Lu Mansheng's feet cold.

But so what? There are no expectations in the first place, so what does it matter what others think of her? She should be thankful to them, at least after that, they won't be in front of her so often.

Facing the bronze mirror, Lu Mansheng stroked his face over and over again, and finally stopped at the center of his cheek. In that place, there was a dark black crust that had scabbed over and would soon fall off. But the wounds reflected in my heart may never go away.

Lu Mansheng turned the bronze mirror, got up and walked to the oil lamp, turned the light brighter, and watched the faint beating firelight. Lu Mansheng's heart fluctuated a little, and slowly regained his calm.

Returning to the table and sitting down, a cup of fragrant tea, a few fluffy pastries, and many nights were spent like this.

The shadows of the windows flickered, and on the autumn night, the wind slowly rose.

In the ground room of the Fulai Inn, a lonely figure sat quietly.

………… (To be continued......)