Su Baiqiu got up early in the morning, and the injuries on his body had been bandaged by a doctor, but fortunately his internal organs were not injured.

Changed into a clean emerald green skirt, the ancient clothes were really troublesome, and I called Qingqian to help me put them on, and Qingqian's desire to talk throughout the whole process stopped.

It seems that he has to quickly adapt to the food, clothing, housing and transportation here, Su Baiqiu thought with a little worry.

"Miss, the wound on your body has just been medicated, why don't you rest for two days and then go to see Uncle Fu." Qingqian cared.

Su Baiqiu looked at the newly changed clothes and turned around and said happily: "It's okay to hurt the flesh, don't wait for the time to be lost." ”

"Qingqian, you can help me make up." Sitting in front of the mirror, Su Baiqiu stretched out his slender white hand and rummaged in the dresser, but he was dumbfounded.

Since she came here, God threw her the tricky situation of her mother not being in her father, not her husband, and not loving the original owner, and she endured it! But why is Su Wanyu's mother and daughter, as little wives, wearing gold and silver, and their whole bodies are glorious, but they only have a bunch of broken copper and iron?

In the vanity box—faded silk flowers, rusty butterfly hairpins, crude wooden hairpins, scratched bracelets......

"Qingqian, Miss Ben only has this bit of jewelry?" Su Baiqiu was very unhappy.

"Huh? Yes, Miss, these are the ones you used to use, and that butterfly hairpin is your favorite! Qing Qian took the comb and was very puzzled by the sudden anger of his young lady.

Before? Commonly used? Favorite? Depend on!

'Smack! The dresser shook three times: "Take the silver!" Let's go to the market! ”

Feeling out a jasper hairpin that barely looked over, and pulling the waist-length long hair at will, Su Baiqiu walked towards the door with an angry face. How did the original owner live for more than ten years? Su Baiqiu was very angry!

"Miss, where are you going? Don't you go to Uncle Fu? Qing Qian rushed up and asked.

"Just come and go, it won't take much time." Su Baiqiu turned around, but swept to the shriveled silver bag in Qing Qian's hand: "Why do you take such a little silver?" There was a deep incredulity in his tone.

"Miss, this money is enough to buy a box of rouge and a hairpin." Qing Qian is very innocent.

"Shallow!" Su Baiqiu looked at this little silly girl and said seriously: "Is Miss Ben good-looking?" ”

"Uh-huh, good-looking." Qing Qian nodded hurriedly, she admitted the truth.

Su Baiqiu really gave birth to an excellent set of skins. Compared with Su Wan's glamorous kitsch, she is elegant and refined. A delicate and small goose egg face is as white as porcelain, the clear apricot eyes under the willow eyebrows seem to be filled with half autumn water, the straight but not lonely nose is curled just right, and the bottom Yangyue lips are full and undyed.

Such a appearance is rare even in the circle of nobles in the capital of Yan Kingdom, but unfortunately, Su Baiqiu has never participated in a banquet of famous ladies because he is not favored.

Su Baiqiu was very satisfied with the answer he got, and then patted Qingqian's shoulder: "That's right!" Remember, girls need to be exquisite, and good-looking ones need even more! Go, bring all our money, this time we're going to buy and buy!" ”

"Yes!" Qingqian felt that what his young lady said was really reasonable.

As soon as he stepped out of the door, Su Baiqiu saw a boy about seven or eight years old standing in the middle of the corridor by the window in front of the door, who was no longer low, and his pink face still had the childishness it should have. Xu was aware of Su Baiqiu's gaze, and the boy's eyes as clear as a deer immediately looked at her vigilantly.