Woman: "......"

You don't have to.

Xi Liangxian looked at the thrush in the mirror and asked, "Little sister, are you the first to play?" ”

"Finally."

"That's in time."

When Xi Liangxian heard this, he drew his eyebrows a little more detailed, his lips were dyed red, and the tails of his eyes were raised, outlining a trace of enchantment.

He also drew a flower in the center of his eyebrows.

Manzhu Sahua, the style is scorching.

She finished her makeup, put down the red pen, turned her head to seek praise, held her face with both hands, looked at the woman with bright eyes and asked, "How is it, how is it?" ”

The woman's face was pale, but her lips were as red as fire, she glanced at Xi Liangxian, her eyes were stunned, and she immediately threw the veil back to Xi Liangxian, and said coldly: "Anyway, if you want to cover your face, no matter how beautiful the painting is, it won't help." ”

Xi Liangxian only paid attention to a certain word in her words: "Beauty? ”

"Beauty is right!"

She smiled and said: "Little sister, your thinking is too narrow, and I don't paint makeup for the group of stinky men outside, can't I appreciate it myself?" ”

The woman's lips twitched, "Okay." It's good if you're happy. ”

Xi Liangxian hung the scarlet scarf on that side to cover his face, revealing only a pair of watery eyes and a delicate flower between his eyebrows.

As soon as the veil is worn, no one loves it.

Xiliangxian took out the momentum of the 'old lady is the first in the world' -

"Wait a minute, what about the accompanist? Call them over, and I'll teach them a tune. ”

"Nope."

"Two songs!"

*

On the round stage built on the water, colorful gauze tents flutter, and lanterns and lotus lanterns shine thinly, creating a dream-like lightness and haze.

As soon as the performance of each Oiran candidate's girl was over, the mother of the ancient version of the host Qinglou came to the stage for a curtain call and a curtain call.

"The beauty who performed for us just now is a narcissus girl from Fengyue Pavilion, thank you for your support!"

"Next, welcome the girl from Pinhualou - Feng Qianqian!"

Tone falls.

The lights suddenly dimmed.

On a huge white screen, a woman holds a bouquet of peach blossoms, tilts her head, bends her waist, raises her legs back, and a black green silk pours down like a waterfall.

This appearance is ingenious.

Soon, a light, excited, bizarre, and even strange-sounding silk and bamboo orchestral music sounded with the appearance of the Feng Qianqian girl.

The melody was unheard of by any of us.

The woman's singing voice is interspersed with just the right amount of intersperse.

"No, the guest officer,

You're getting closer,

Where your eyes are looking,

and pretending to be so calm,

No, the guest officer cannot,

It's all to blame for my beauty,

The temperament is so beautiful......"