No matter how good she is, she can't get rid of this ugly scar, and this scar will obviously follow the gamble for a lifetime.

Shen Qingrong smeared the gouache on the back of Cheng Xiyuan's fingertips, her fingertips are very soft, the strength of her fingers is also gentle, and even the color is extremely good-looking.

The eldest girl of the Weiguo Mansion has a superb embroidery skill, and she will definitely be famous in the entire capital in the future. This is not qinqi calligraphy and painting, but it seems to be more likeable, after all, there are too many girls who know qinqi, calligraphy and painting, and most of the girls should be so cultivated, even the average cultivator and reader, for their daughters, they are also so educated.

But if you can have outstanding embroidery work, and it is famous in the whole capital, in this world, there is only Shen Qingrong.

Shen Qingrong carefully wiped the back of Cheng Xiyuan's hand, but the Cheng sisters found that the scars on their hands were disappearing at a visible speed.

Just disappeared?

So gone?

Gone......

Nope.

Shen Qingrong took the tea cup on the side and tested the temperature again, then directly picked up the cup and poured it on the back of Cheng Xiyuan's hand, which also startled Cheng Xiyuan, she shook the water on the back of her hand, but found that the birthmark on the back of her hand was missing, it was really gone, and she scraped it carefully with her fingers, and it didn't seem to have scraped any powder0.

When you go back, you have to wash it with bath beans, and you can't wash it off with ordinary water.

Shen Qingrong covered the box in her hand, and then took out another box, this can be used as rouge, or as lipstick, you see, she pointed to her face, and my face was also drawn with this.

And the color of this lipstick is the kind of peach pink, which is very beautiful and light.

"Can I wipe some?"

Cheng Xiyuan blinked her eyes, she was about to grab it, such a beautiful color, what should she do, she likes it so much.

"Okay," Shen Qing took out the box, and then handed it to Cheng Xiyuan, that is, Cheng Xiyuan would not use it.

"Miss Cheng, the slave maid will help you put on makeup."

Listening to Dong stepped forward on her own, in fact, she wanted to try her own craft, the third girl had already told how to use it, it was different from the ordinary makeup method, but it was not difficult, as long as she remembered the trick.

"Okay," Cheng Xiyuan sat down impatiently, and closed his eyes.

And Tingxia, who was standing on the side, had already taken the cotton towel and wiped the makeup on her face clean, and the ordinary rouge gouache fell off when it touched the water, so just a light wipe revealed her original appearance.

Cheng Xiyuan's skin has some small spots on it, but it is still very cute, Tingdong sticks some gouache on his fingers, and then carefully covers the small spots on Cheng Xiyuan's face, it is really amazing, and it is just a little bit, unlike other gouaches, if you want to cover these, I am afraid that you will have to wipe your face as thick as the city wall, but even if it is the Gubi city wall, she still has to wipe it, or cover it, but after wiping it, she will smile without showing her teeth, because with a smile, the powder on her face will fall down, At that time, it was not only embarrassing, but also humiliating.

But Shen Qingrong's watery gouache is completely different, only a thin layer can block the blemishes on the skin, and it will not lose powder at all, because it is not powder in the first place.

Listening to Dong exhaled softly, and then learning from Shen Qingci's appearance at that time, he began to wipe up the rouge and mouth grease, Listening to Dong's hands is very skillful, of course, he also has some talent.

Although she was still a little nervous at first, she soon became handy, and of course she regained the feeling she had when she groomed Shen Qingrong before, and she did it in one go.

It's so pretty......

Cheng Xiqiu was stunned, she saw her sister Miao with her own eyes as if she had changed into another person, as if her eyes were bigger, her face was smaller, and she also had a chin, of course, the color of her red lips was also good-looking, it was the feeling of peach blossoms, the more she looked at it, the more pretty she became, but it was just a few clicks, but it was like a different person.

And Cheng Xiran couldn't wait to find the mirror, when she got the mirror, when she saw herself inside, she was fascinated by herself, she squeezed her eyebrows at herself in the mirror from time to time, and the more she looked at it, the more pleasing it was to the eye.

"It's so pretty," she said shamelessly, but she had never looked so good.

"Sister Qingrong, do you also sell these first-class incense?" Cheng Xiyuan asked cautiously, she immediately wanted a set, and she didn't hide her hands anymore in the future, and after wiping this, there would be no small spots on her face, so she didn't have to pile up the city wall every day, the whole person was fragrant and could be smoked, thinking about it, she felt very pitiful.

This is the woman in Kyochu, and sometimes she really desperately wants to be in the limelight.

Now with such a good thing, of course she wants.

"This ...... Shen Qingrong thought about it, smiled again, and naturally straightened Cheng Xiyuan's hair, she was used to being good to her sister, and she couldn't help but get used to such actions.

"This is also sold, but it's just the same kind of thousand taels of incense, and the quantity is limited. Because it's very slow, if you want it, you have to do it early. ”

"Okay, my sister and I want one set," Cheng Xiyuan had to hold Shen Qingrong's arm, and at this time, there were more noble girls who couldn't sit still, how did Cheng Xiyuan become beautiful, they saw it with their own eyes, this can be said to be a good thing that turns decay into magic, how can they not want it, how can they not want it?

As long as the face is beautiful, you can say that you want a face, if the face is not beautiful, it is shameless.

"Miss Shen, I don't know, can we also sit here?" A girl in Tsing Yi walked up, smiling a little embarrassed, and a pair of eyes couldn't help but aim at the rouge box on the table.

"It's okay," Shen Qingrong was polite to everyone, and before she could finish her words, several more people came over, and after a while, they all filled such a small table.

Of course, he also asked about these things, and Shen Qingrong patiently told them that when there was more than one color in this mouth, several girls almost fainted with excitement.

And so many young women sit together, and they talk about nothing more than makeup and clothing, and as for the rest, they don't like it.

Some things can only be secretly thought about in private, such as which son in Beijing looks like, what his family background is, and so on.