Qiao Yiqing clearly saw that the people on the couch moved, and seemed to have found a more comfortable position.

There was silence for a while, and the other party had no desire to speak.

Qiao Yiqing frowned slightly, hugged her fists and said, "Dare to ask Your Excellency's name?" ”

"My master is resting, if there is any neglect, please forgive me." The servant who brought her in stepped forward to explain.

"It's strange, your master invited me on the boat, but I was sleeping, what kind of hospitality is this?" Qiao Yiqing was furious.

"Hehe, don't worry, Miss, when the beauty pageant starts, my master will spend a lot of money to support Miss." The servant was calm and unfazed.

Qiao Yiqing raised her eyebrows, a little puzzled: "I don't seem to say that I want to participate in the beauty pageant." ”

"Miss really didn't say it, but participating in the beauty pageant is beneficial to Miss and harmless, and Miss has no reason to refuse."

Seeing that a servant was so confident and talked extraordinarily, Qiao Yiqing felt a little good.

Indeed, this beauty pageant is beneficial and harmless to her current condition.

She currently wants to raise a sum of money to build a shop and open the door for future development, and now if she is rewarded by the beauty pageant, it will be like charcoal in the snow.

"It seems that your master has confidence in me."

"Hehe, the master's vision has always been right, although the young lady is on stage."

"Well, in that case, I might as well be respectful. But I'm not sure I'll win. ”

"Rest assured, no matter what the outcome is, Miss has its own benefits."

Hearing his assurance, Qiao Yiqing was not pretentious, nodded and followed the maid they arranged to the back room to dress up.

After a while, the maids finished dressing up according to Qiao Yiqing's instructions.

Looking at Qiao Yiqing, who was dressed like a fairy, the servant's expression was a little abrupt.

At this time, Zizhu rubbed his eyes even more exaggeratedly, opened his mouth wide in surprise, and his eyes almost fell out.

"Are you still Miss Zizhu?" Zizhu exclaimed incredibly, and it was estimated that when others told her that this was a goddess sent by God, she would not hesitate to believe it.

Qiao Yiqing chuckled when she heard this, but did not answer her words.

After Zizhu reminded him like this, the servant next to him hurriedly came back to his senses, put away his hot gaze, and said respectfully: "What talent does Miss plan to perform?" ”

Qiao Yiqing looked around and saw an iron kettle on the round table not far away.

In this era, everyone is tired of watching piano, chess, calligraphy, painting and dance, so she will have something fresh today to ensure that these ancient people will be stunned.

She pointed to the kettle and instructed the servant, "Scrape some iron filings from the kettle." ”

"Iron filings? What is the use of it? The servant looked at the kettle with a puzzled face.

"Wait for the free use." Qiao Yiqing didn't bother to explain, but after weighing it, she had an idea in her head, and counted it on her fingers: "Please help me prepare a few more pieces of white paper, two pieces of red paper, ten candles, a porcelain plate, a handkerchief, a glass of water, a bottle of wine, a thin white thread, a folding fan and a veil." ”

Hearing this, the servant was even more puzzled, why does a talent show need so many things.

"Okay, get it to me, I still need to prepare for a while." Qiao Yiqing heard the sound of the piano in the middle of the lake, and thought that the beauty pageant had started, so she hurriedly urged.

The servant didn't have much to say, and hurriedly withdrew from the room to set it up.

His movements were very fast, no, everything was placed in front of Qiao Yiqing.

Qiao Yiqing tore up two or three pieces of white paper, cut them into small snowflakes two or three times, and then wrapped all the snowflakes into a square smaller than the handle of the folding fan with a piece of intact white paper, and then tied it with a thin white thread, and the other end of the thin thread was tied to the handle of the fan.

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