Qing Yu hooked Gu Xiaoxiao's neck, shook her other hand in front of her, lowered her head and said with a smile: "Guess, guess." ”

Gu Xiaoxiao was uncomfortable by her, gently pushed her arm away, and then asked suspiciously: "Who did you get the baby from, it's rare to be like this." ”

"Hmph, I'm not asking anyone to ask for it. Hey, Xue Jiao, you see this is a new rouge, named Xue Lihong, which is one word heavier than your name. It looks so pretty, I'll paint it for you. ”

Rouge, red in the snow, and the chic name gave Gu Xiaoxiao a sense of foreboding. She turned her head away, dodged Qingyu's strange hand, and said with a smile: "Don't make trouble, I don't like to paint this, you let me see what kind of rare thing this is, and it has entered your eyes." ”

Qing Yu didn't hide his selfishness, and generously buttoned the rouge box into Gu Xiaoxiao's hand, and said arrogantly: "Oh, look, even if you use it, this rouge is really good." ”

The cold box was held in the palm of his hand, and Gu Xiaoxiao didn't need to open it to see that it was from Wen Yi's handwriting. Just because, before she returned to the teacher's door, Wen Yizhi once offered rouge with both hands, but she refused. In order to confirm what he was thinking, Gu Xiaoxiao turned the porcelain vase upside down, and the bottom was really like a dream.

Wen Yizhi is very business-minded as a modern person, and in order to make his products famous, he gave different series of names to different rouge gouaches. Xuelihong happened to belong to the Rumeng series, Gu Xiaoxiao sighed in her heart that Wen Yizhi really had the means, and carefully looked at the rouge in front of her.

The red rouge is surrounded by jade-like white, like red plum lying in snow, and the fragrance is refreshing when the lid is opened. In terms of quality and fragrance alone. Wen Yizhi's craftsmanship is really good.

"The color is excellent, but you are young now, and the skin is tender and tender. If you use this kind of thing too much, it will hurt your skin. There are clouds in the Book of Hundred Herbs-"

Without waiting for Gu Xiaoxiao to continue, Qing Yu's face collapsed, and he said angrily: "Okay, okay, you are not much older than me, how can you talk old-fashioned." It's so scary, I don't dare to use it, Senior Sister Xiangli just wants it. I'll just give it to her. ”

"Well, if you use too much rouge gouache, it's not good for your skin. You've got to like these. It's best to wait until you're an adult. ”

Qing Yu looked at Gu Xiaoxiao with admiration and envy, and said a little exaggeratedly: "Xue Jiao, you are so amazing, you know everything and are naturally beautiful." If I were born as beautiful as you. I don't need rouge gouache. ”

Women love beauty. Qingyu and Qi Xuejiao are good friends, looking at the little friends who grew up together, they are slim and elegant, and they can also be called stunning in the beautiful Baihuamen. If the green shear is at the bottom of the mountain, it is also a small jasper, but it is difficult to shine on the mountain.

Facing Qingyu's compliment, Gu Xiaoxiao returned the rouge to his hand: "The pink skeleton, every qiē is a dream bubble." ”

Her answer made Qing Yu cry and laugh and complain: "You, you." People praise you, and you have to mention skeletons. How scary. ”

"Where did this rouge come from?"

"Ah, Xue Jiao, you are also interested in these trivialities. But speaking of this rouge, I have heard that it was sent by the handsome little Langjun under the mountain. If the sisters like it, he is willing to provide us with only the high-grade rouge. ”

Hearing the title of handsome little Langjun, the corners of Gu Xiaoxiao's mouth unconsciously hooked up a sneer, Wen Yizhi has a good business mind.

The two talked for a while, and the anxious Qingyu took the rouge to find Senior Sister Lixiang and handed her the rouge in her hand. Qingyu seems to be frizzy and grinning, but she is very obedient to persuasion. Gu Xiaoxiao said that it was not good to rub rouge when she was too young, so she returned the rouge that she had not easily obtained.

Wen Yizhi's rouge gouache became a fragrant dumpling in Baihuamen, and when he saw this, he contacted him for the next transaction. Wen Yizhi rarely met a little Lori with a good background and good temperament like Qi Xuejiao, and he was reluctant to leave, so he asked his subordinates to come with the goods, and he rented a house near Baihuamen, and relied on his sweet face to get close to the female disciples in Baihuamen.

This qiē, Gu Xiaoxiao saw it in her eyes and was annoyed in her heart, and she didn't know if it was the original owner's feelings. Wen Yi's days were colorful, and she was upset and irritable, and wanted to raise her sword to fight him.

Xu is Wen Yi's practice has not been completed, and he is young, so he has always been polite and reserved, and gradually won the love of many disciples in the Hundred Flowers Sect.

Of course, this kind of liking is just the sister's love for her brother, not the love between lovers.

According to this momentum, Gu Xiaoxiao is only afraid that in a few years, Wen Yizhi will hand over many confidantes in Baihuamen. In order to cut off Wen Yi's financial path, Gu Xiaoxiao went to the bottom of the mountain to buy some rouge gouache, and then improved it according to the ancient books and modern recipes, and made a finished product that was comparable to Wen Yizhi's color.

Gu Xiaoxiao just wanted to block Wen Yizhi, not to make money, she sold the rouge she made and the recipe to the old rouge shop that Wen Yizhi had robbed the business under the mountain and stored it for nearly a hundred years. With Gu Xiaoxiao's suggestion, the Rouge Shop under the Mountain quickly developed a rouge gouache that was in better condition than the one sold by Wen Yizhi.

Wen Yizhi used the name of rare things to be expensive, and sent the goods to Wanxia Mountain little by little. The rouge shop at the foot of the mountain relied on a large number of discounts, and soon brought back the lost customers.

Wen Yizhi, who didn't know where the problem was, lost this game with a disgraced face. He lost his business and decided to go home and find another way to make a fortune. Before leaving, the ghost of Wen Yi wanted to see Qi Xuejiao. It was difficult for him to explain the throbbing in his heart, every time he thought of Qi Xuejiao's face as silent as ice and snow, he had the illusion that her smile could only be shown for him alone, and she would be his future wife.

Under the impetus of this kind of affection, Wen Yizhi is inevitably a little self-inflicted. He called himself a time-traveler, from a more advanced civilization, and the people of this dynasty were all uncivilized to him. Even if she is as beautiful and flawless as Qi Xuejiao, in Wen Yizhi's eyes, she can only barely match him.

When Gu Xiaoxiao received Wen Yizhi's letter in a roundabout way, she opened it and looked at it, almost mad at him. The lingering and sympathetic poems on the letter paper are all stolen from the works of the great poets of later dynasties, and the sentences are inspiring, as if the two are private lifelong lovers.

In ancient times, men and women did not sit at the same table at the age of seven, although Gu Xiaoxiao was still young, but if someone saw this letter, she would be speechless. Gu Xiaoxiao hurriedly swept to the end of the letter, and at the bottom was Wen Yi's words and words, as well as the words inviting her to meet again before parting: Wanwang will meet in the next four days, and the pavilion outside the Baihua Gate will be two miles.

When Gu Xiaoxiao was simply angry by Wen Yizhi, she wanted to tear up the letter with her backhand, but she paused again. (To be continued......)