That night, Zhao did hear the movement, and when she poked her head out from behind the screen, she saw her young lady, the always gentle woman, wearing a moon-white silk dress at this time, with her waist crossed, her legs wide open, and her feet reaching for her shoes without regard for the image.

Wanzhao was startled, took two steps, squatted down, and gently put the shoes on the small feet.

"Fifth Miss, why don't you call me when you wake up?"

Qing Huan frowned, looking at the little girl in front of her, who was wearing a blue and white narrow sleeve short shirt on her upper body and an orange and yellow long skirt on her lower body, and looked plain, serving herself neatly while talking to herself in a low voice.

She, who has always been accustomed to self-reliance and carrying water and rice, suddenly had someone to serve her even when she wore a shoe, and Qing Huan suddenly felt awkward in her heart.

When the little maid put on her shoes, she simply stood up, took figure-eight steps, flicked her sleeves, and walked out of the screen.

This obscene clothes, the color of moon white, satin fabric, wide clothes and large sleeves, slippery and thin, loose and loose on the body, she walked very unaccustomedly.

"I also just woke up, you are busy with you, you don't have to serve me."

Qing Huan walked out and commanded casually.

After serving Qing Huan in the evening, he put on his shoes, and quickly lifted the curtain and put it on the bamboo leaf hook, only then did he follow Qing Huan with a worried face, looking at the young lady in front of him, who was very different from the usual movements, and couldn't stop the doubts in his heart.

"But Miss Five。。。。。"

"Okay, there's nothing to do, I said you go and be busy with you, I'll call you again when I have something, I want to be alone now."

Qing Huan interrupted the evening photo with a little unpleasantness, and said it in a somewhat stiff tone.

Suddenly changed the environment, although Qing Huan accepted the change, she still didn't adapt to it, her mind was still a mess, messy, and she still needed to think about many things carefully.

She was a little irritable now, and the fact that she was always following someone behind her also made her feel uncomfortable.

Wanzhao was startled by the impatience in Qing Huan's tone, she wanted to say, but Miss, why don't you add a dress first.

Sensing that the young lady seemed to be in a bad mood, she didn't dare to say more, but fortunately, it was early summer, and the weather was not cold, so she answered softly and half-retreated out of the room.

Her young lady, at a young age, is the time to play, but she is trapped in this ink hall all day long, rarely goes out, occasionally in a bad mood, and there are times when she is angry for no reason.

Although she had some doubts in her heart, she didn't think much about it, but Miss Niang may have had a nightmare last night, and now she is in a bad mood, and after thinking that she has figured it out, Wanzhao only feels pitiful in her heart.

"Bring the door for me."

Qing Huan admonished behind her, and the evening light gently closed the door, and the moment the door closed, she looked up at Qing Huan worriedly.

Qinghuan will, I don't have time to care about the mood of the evening light.

After the door was closed, she sat down on the round stool in front of the round table in the middle of the room, raised her hand as white as a thin lotus, and poured herself a full cup of tea.

The tea was from last night, it was already cold, and she didn't care, she looked up and drank it all, and then looked at the room.

Solid wood pillars, carved windows, and plastered paper. The pillars were hung with pink-purple curtains.

In addition to this round table, there is also a top cabinet, a mirror table, a Bogu shelf, and two flower tables in front of the window, on which two pots of pandan are placed.

Qing Huan first turned his gaze, and the mirror table not far from the bed had a bronze mirror on it.

Qing Huan raised his feet and sat down in front of the mirror platform, looking up at the bronze mirror.

A lotus flower is carved on the frame of the right corner of the bronze mirror, and the mirror surface is like a full moon reflected in the lotus pond.

On the smooth and dim yellow mirror of the bronze mirror, there is a girl's unfamiliar and pretty face.

Qing Huan was enchanted, staring at the person in the mirror, raising his hand and gently groping his face.

The girl still has some baby fat on her face, and under her slender eyebrows, she has a pair of red phoenix eyes, big eyes, and dense and long eyelashes.

The eyes flickered, like two glass beads, indescribably smart.

The nose is small and straight, the tip of the nose is round, and there is a small meat pad on the tip of the nose, which makes the whole face a little playful and cute.

The lips are well maintained, the moist pale pink color, as if coated with lip gloss, the upper lip is a little thin, the corners of the mouth are slightly upturned, and when you grin, you can't tell the temptation.

This look is realistic and attractive, Qing Huan stared at the mirror for a long time, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt good-looking.

Before the crossing, her appearance could only be regarded as delicate and heroic, and she had nothing to do with beauty.

But now, the woman in the bronze mirror is both beautiful and coquettish, and she is the kind of beautiful appearance with cuteness, which is very flattering, and it is not related to the fox, which is the most advantageous face.

After taking a closer look at the looks, she turned her attention to a Bogu frame not far from the mirror platform.

On the Bogu shelf, a lot of porcelain was placed and the table was set, and Qing Huan had no time to take a closer look, and her attention was attracted by a mask on the Bogu shelf.

It was a monkey mask, Qing Huan recognized this mask, this was the original owner of the body, newly made, and it was also the most proud one she had painted.

Qing Huan held the mask in his hand, picked it up, and put it in front of his eyes to look at it carefully.

The monkey's face is delicate, the position of the nostrils is slightly raised, dyed with black pigment, and the eye sockets are mixed with white powder with dansha, and the color is finely painted pink.

The whole mask was made vividly, and Qing Huan casually put the mask on his face gently.

Then, Qing Huan, who had not fully adjusted from the shock of the sudden change of identity, screamed and threw the mask in his hand.

Her eyes widened and she looked at the mask on the floor in disbelief.

"What the hell is this, my feelings have been worn once, and everything has become evil?"

The moment she put the mask on her face, she felt that there seemed to be a huge attraction on the mask, almost pulling her face into the mask.

That feeling made her creepy and chilled.

Wanzhao didn't dare to go far, and waited outside the house all the time, at this time he heard Qing Huan's cry from inside the house, and he didn't care about Qing Huan's order to be quiet, so he pushed the door open from the outside.

"Miss, are you alright?"

Pushing open the rooms, Wanzhao saw her young lady standing upright, and her favorite mask fell to the ground for some reason.

Today's young lady is really a little strange, she asked carefully.

He crouched down, intending to pick up the mask.

"Alas~ don't pick it up."

Qing Huan wasn't sure what was going on with the mask, so she hurriedly spoke out to stop the evening photos.

But Wanzhao had already reached out and grabbed the mask, and he didn't know whether to let go for a while, so he had to half-squat and turn his head to look at Qing Huan strangely.

Qing Huan's face was embarrassed, what happened just now was too strange, and she couldn't explain it, so she had to talk casually.

"Ahem, I just saw a bug on this mask, and I was startled, I think this bug has probably run away, it's okay, you put the mask on the table and go out."

Hearing Qing Huan say that there were insects on the mask, Wanzhao was also startled.

She didn't dare to be careless, so she carefully picked up the mask, checked it inside and out, and looked around carefully to make sure that there were no more bugs, and then put the mask back on the Bogu shelf.

But he didn't retreat immediately.

"Miss, Mr. Li is about to start class, you better change your clothes first and freshen up."

Mr. Li is an old gentleman whom Hua Weifeng spent a lot of money to invite to teach the Hua family's daughter's studies.

Although Qing Huan didn't have the heart to listen to the class at all now, she still looked at the sky outside the house and asked helplessly.

"What time is it?"

"Miss, it's three o'clock now."

Qing Huan calculated the time in his heart.

"Don't worry, there is still more than half an hour before Mr. Li starts class, and it will be too late to clean up after a while, you can go out first."

Seeing that she couldn't persuade Miss Wanzhao, the time was indeed early, so she had to retreat according to her words.

Seeing that there was no one, Qing Huan lowered his head and looked carefully at the mask.

But it's not unusual to see it inside and out, this mask is the owner of this body, and it just made it a while ago, so it stands to reason that there shouldn't be anything dirty.

"Was it just a delusion?"

Qing Huan fattened his guts, reached out and grabbed the mask again, and put it on his face.

With the mask, just touching his face, another huge attraction came.

Qing Huan was prepared this time, and didn't scream anymore, but just took off the mask and quickly threw it back on the table.

She looked at the mask with a look of horror on her face, and her heart was pounding.