Back in the room, Yan San changed into a gray close-fitting short lean, which was convenient for movement, and then dragged out a beautifully decorated sandalwood small box from under the bed, the small box was painted with gold and phoenixes, and the delicate atmosphere was tight, and there were bursts of fragrance from it, full of rouge smell, Yan San opened it, but it was a must-have artifact for a rich lady and lady: rouge box;

First, apply white gouache on your face, a thick layer, so white that it makes people palpitate. Then there was rouge, Yan San dug a piece with his hands and carefully applied it to his lips, then around his lips, and finally the corners of his mouth on both sides slanted upward, forming a smile, a huge scarlet smile. Finally, the charcoal that drew the eyebrows was redrawn around the eye sockets, and it was kneaded with his hands into a thick black, like two big dark circles under his eyes, Yan San's two fingers dragged down slightly, and the black was like overflowing tears, slightly hanging down to his cheeks.

In the bronze mirror, the appearance of a clown appeared, with a miserable white face, dark eyes, scarlet lips, the most intense colors, and the most violent collisions, forming the most comical makeup. But the crying marks of the last drag brought a touch of sadness to the clown. This kind of sadness is very prominent in the special funny makeup, which makes people somehow want to laugh and cry at the same time, and the sadness is to the bone.

Yan San went to see a black market show half a year ago, and there was a clown in it. After the performance ended, Yan San unexpectedly saw the clown backstage, when the clown was covered in blood, tears washed the painted makeup all over the place, Yan San asked, the clown said, "I didn't get a lot of money for today's performance, so I have to be beaten." After saying this, the clown also smiled forcibly because he was grateful for Yan San's inquiry.

That huge smile and huge sad face lingered in Yan San's mind. Yan San sighed for a long time, and only felt empathy, how could he not be a clown? Abandoned by his parents, he was so happy every day as if he had no troubles, and he was so happy for a little thing that he was heartless, but deep down, Yan San knew that he had been crying, and he had never stopped since he was sensible;

Since then, when Yan San borrowed money, he changed to this "crying clown" makeup and no longer covered his face. Because he thinks this is who he really is. And the effect of makeup is better than masking, Yan San himself doesn't know himself in the mirror, and the effect is surprisingly good in the middle of the night.

Quietly out of the backyard, Yan San rushed all the way, aiming directly at the county prince's mansion.

The county magistrate's surname is Huang, and his name is Huang Renyi, but he is not benevolent at all. Since taking office, the harsh taxes and miscellaneous taxes have been tripled, people have made trouble several times, Huang Renyi is full of the righteousness of the family and the country, not that he wants to raise taxes, but a certain natural disaster, a certain man-made disaster, a preaching, plus the officers and soldiers are lined up, the swords and soldiers are dazzling, and the people who make trouble are finally gone. Fortunately, the people of Nanfeng Town are simple and wealthy, but they will not hurt their muscles and bones. It's just that Yan San knew in his heart that most of this money went into Huang Renyi's pocket.

The rouge box he used for makeup was ordered from the county princess and his wife last time, and the gold and silver on it were not ordinary gold plating, but real gold inlays, and it was worth more than a dozen dollars depending on the appearance and workmanship. A small county official, with a monthly salary of no more than fifty silver, where can his mother-in-law afford such luxurious objects?

The county prince's mansion was some distance away from the Nanfeng Yamen, but fortunately, it was already late at night at this time, and there was no one at all, Yan San rushed forward, running to the shadows, and did not encounter anything that frightened the good people. Soon, Yan San saw two crumbling figures at the gate of Huang Renyi's mansion.

The two Fuding were holding two long sticks, pressing the weight of their whole bodies on them, barely standing, but their heads were crooked, their eyes were blurred, and their saliva was long, obviously Zhou Gong's temptation was too strong, and the two of them were already dozing tightly. It's hard to think that after a long time, he actually practiced such a "stick sleeping method", which made Yan San quite heartbroken.

Yan San found a backlit place, quietly climbed over the courtyard wall, passed the courtyard, and saw the brilliant lights in the hall from afar, the figures were longing, and there were two girls outside the hall, obviously not daring to sleep, waiting for the master to call and serve. Yan San looked at it for a moment, ran up to the roof beam, and then turned over, the person turned like a windmill, and without making a sound, he had already climbed onto the roof. Over the past two years, with the improvement of the "Qingfeng Jue", Yan San's movements have become lighter and lighter, and with the huge physical strength of the refining body, this movement is almost like the wind, elegant and smart, and beautiful and tight.

After a few jumps up and down, Yan San smoothly came to the top of the hall. Quietly unveiled the corner of the roof tiles, a line of lights and voices came out, and the three people in the hall below were clearly distinguishing their priorities and drinking narratives.

Looking at it, Yan San was suddenly happy, acquaintance.

There are two people on the main seat, one is the main son Huang Renyi who wants to "borrow money", three long beards, a tuan face, and a pair of fish bubble eyes flickering from time to time, all greedy and cunning. Sitting next to him was his wife, dressed in red and emerald, with a graceful body, Xu had drunk some wine, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were watery from time to time, she was not charming, and she was indeed a romantic person. Sitting on the opposite side, a dignified and righteous brother, with a white face, sword eyebrows and sideburns, and a straight nose and mouth, who is not the white-skinned master who has rolled on the bed of the county master?

At this time, Huang Renyi drank three rounds, took out a box from his arms, slowly pushed it to the white-faced master on the table, and said in his mouth: "These 30,000 golden tickets and a bone book, you put them away first, tomorrow there will be a messenger from the Qingfeng Mingyue Sect to come, and I will hand it over to your brother on my behalf, and let him say a few good words for me." If it happens, your benefits will be indispensable!' He muttered secretly in his heart, "If it weren't for the fact that your brother is a disciple of the Qingfeng Mingyue Sect, and he can catch up with the line, I can make you a master?"

Yan San's eyes widened on the roof, and his Adam's apple involuntarily grunted softly, swallowing and spitting. This Huang Renyi is really greedy, 30,000 golden tickets, and I don't know how many people's fat and ointment he has eaten.

The white-faced master stretched out his hand to take it, straightened his waist and said loudly, "It is a subordinate matter to relieve the worries of adults, and they should be served. Adults can rest assured, go to the soup and go to the fire, and do not hesitate. His face was full of justice, his tone was resolute and powerful, and he almost stabbed him twice in the chest with a knife. If he hadn't seen his master naked, Yan San would have almost believed it. The charming lady next to her glanced at the master coquettishly when she heard this, obviously "thanking" him for working too hard for the county master.

Huang Renyi was very appreciative of this, nodded and said, "You have been loyal all these years, don't worry, when I rely on the big tree of Qingfeng Mingyue Sect, I will be able to let go of my fists and feet. The master hurriedly thanked him, and saw that Yan San's heart was greasy for a while, and he said in his heart: "Huang Renyi won't get you a county master, you yourself have already been fooled by Huang Renyi's mother-in-law!"

That Huang Renyi said again: "This box is ten million to collect, not to mention the 30,000 golden tickets, you also know, it is the family background of the lord and I have been an official for many years, and this is all right." That bone book, my lord, took it out of Zhou Luzi's mouth after several twists and turns, and it is said to contain a big secret. It's a pity that I searched for several spiritual cultivators and couldn't find any secrets, so I had to dedicate him to the Qingfeng Mingyue Sect......

The master replied, "If your subordinates save it, you will definitely keep it with you. He cherished the small palm-length box on the table and put it in his arms.

After chatting a few more words, Huang Renyi was in a good mood, poured the wine violently, and a pile of jewelry appeared in front of him, as if he had become the emperor, and the underground black pressure was full of kneeling ministers, and couldn't help laughing, and after a while, the laughter stopped, and Huang Renyi was already lying on the table unconscious, and continued to count the money in a drunken dream.

After a while, Mrs. Huang and Master Huang below had already begun to raise eyebrows, showing that they were in love with adultery. Mrs. Huang got up and poured wine for the master, but suddenly she was about to fall, but the master hurriedly went to help, but her hand was pinched on Mrs. Huang's chest and rubbed through her clothes. The room was extremely quiet, and only the sound of fine fabric rubbing could be heard, and Mrs. Huang did not show weakness, and had already dived into the master's crotch with one hand and touched it gently. The two glanced at Huang Renyi, who was sleeping like a dead pig, and then turned their heads to look at the closed doors and windows, only to feel that the mood was agitated and extremely exciting.

Mrs. Huang's eyes were about to drip water, she looked at the white-faced master with charming eyes, her teeth bit her lower lip lightly, and suddenly her hand was forced, and she pinched the thing under the master's crotch lightly. The white-faced master snorted, his eyes were bloodshot, and finally he couldn't bear it, turned Mrs. Huang around, pressed it on the table, and his hand had skillfully pulled into the bottom of Mrs. Huang's skirt from below, and pulled it down for a while, a pair of moon-white pants tore off his ankles, and then lifted the Luo skirt, and into the eyes of the ski white round of a huge full moon, the ravine accumulated dew, the master was in a hurry, lifted the front of his robe, ripped off the middle coat, and pasted Mrs. Huang's back buttocks. Like an arrow, Madame Huang raised her neck suddenly, her black hair flew wildly, and her mouth let out a trilling sound like a sigh of satisfaction. The white-faced master was already moving in the back, making the dishes on the table cumble.

Huang Renyi was lying on the table and snoring like thunder, and his head was faintly green.

Yan San was dumbfounded, and after a while, he only felt that his mouth was dry. Last time, there was a quilt to cover up, but this time the two actually got into it in front of Huang Renyi, and it was really a pair of adulterers and adulteresses. This time, Yan San looked transparent from front to back, especially the fat full moon that appeared at the bottom of Mrs. Huang's skirt, and the snow-white peaks on her chest that were torn off by the master, which made Yan San dizzy, and the suppressed moaning and panting were like a magic spell, and the sound came into Yan San's ears, and unconsciously Yan San's crotch quickly bulged, and there was a click on the tile, and a piece of green tile was fractured.

Fortunately, the two of them were fighting hand-to-hand in the house, and they didn't pay attention to this sound. Yan San was startled, quickly gathered his mind, quietly touched the roof, flashed behind the two sleepy maids, and fainted them silently, and then Shi Shiran pushed open the door of the hall and walked into the hall generously.

The white-faced master and Mrs. Huang were still unconscious, the sound of snapping and bumping was connected, the master gritted his teeth, his face was hideous, his face was soaked with sweat, and he tried his best to kill, while Mrs. Huang had a bittersweet face, as if crying and laughing, twisting his body from time to time to make a stubborn resistance, and the two of them gasped and moaned endlessly.

Suddenly, Mrs. Huang felt that the master behind her stiffened, and she didn't move for a long time, so she quickly twisted her waist and shook her hips to urge: "Wrongdoer, you are moving!" while turning her face away.