"Don't move!" Hua Chuyan just squirmed his numb legs, and was suddenly startled by an angry voice above his head, and suddenly stiffened, not daring to move.

"I didn't expect the place where your scar was so strict, just now I have used various precious medicinal materials to infiltrate it, and applied powerful spiritual power, it seems that the effect is not too obvious, and I also need spiritual power to apply needles to open up a part of the veins. Hua Jiangyue said lightly, but there was a hint of tiredness in her tone.

"Ah~" Hua Chuyan couldn't help but shout in a low voice, this demon girl said this, wouldn't she want to add money to herself again?

"Don't move!" Hua Jiangyue scolded angrily, "Don't worry, I won't add any more money to you, although this situation is a little more cumbersome than I imagined, but I am also a person with a work ethic." ”

Hua Chuyan lay down with peace of mind, and rolled her eyes silently, this person is embarrassed to say that he has professional ethics?

After Hua Jiangyue applied the needle, she applied spiritual power again, and after a while, she ended today's treatment, Hua Chuyan got up from the stone bed, straightened the wrinkled clothes on her body, and immediately raised her wrist to urgently touch the scar on her head to see if her hair had grown a little, but her hand touched something like a poop, a greasy and disgusting thing that was warm and wet and sticky.

Hua Chuyan was so frightened that the whole person jumped up and screamed, "What the hell is on this head?"

"What are you anxious about? Didn't you sue you for three days to grow hair? It's only the first day. Hua Jiangyue pushed away the panicked Hua Chuyan.

"I'm asking you, what exactly is it on my head?" Hua Chuyan rushed to Hua Jiangyue, thinking about the thing on her head, and fish bubbles appeared in her stomach one by one.

"Don't like it, don't use this herb tomorrow, this is the most precious eel oil, and only here with my precious divine light and spiritual power can it play this peak effect, otherwise whoever uses it will be a waste of this precious medicinal material." Hua Jiangyue said disdainfully, the corners of her mouth coldly pursed into a line.

"What kind of oil is this, rub it on your head, isn't it too pickled?" Hua Chuyan sighed and said pitifully.

"Qiu Qian, tomorrow I will help Miss Eight change the medicinal materials of the eel oil and replace them with ginger," Hua Jiangyue randomly turned her head to Qiu Jian on the side and said, and then turned to look at Hua Chuyan, "After changing the medicine, I can't guarantee that hair will come out of the scar in three days, and it will take about a month for other medicinal materials to be used at the earliest." ”

"No, no, no," Hua Chuyan saw Hua Jiangyue say this, and hurriedly waved his hand, "That, it's still what kind of oil is used, so I pickled it for a while, and I washed it immediately when I went back." ”

"Oh, I forgot to remind my sister that this herb should be kept in the scar, and it can't be washed away in these three days. Hua Jiangyue said lightly.

"Ah~" Hua Chuyan thought about the greasy thing on his head, and even lasted for three days on his head, not feeling bitter, but the temptation to grow hair in three days finally overcame a qiē, "Wipe it, okay?"

"It doesn't work to wipe either. ”

Hua Chuyan had to go back to the house with the ghost oil sticking to his head, and let the cold attack run to Pinghu Xuan at night, and finally sent another 10,000 silver taels of silver tickets to Hua Jiangyue.

Three days have passed like this, Hua Chuyan endured a lot of disgust, and finally survived.

On the third day, Hua Chuyan was lying on the stone bed, Hua Qianyue was using the spiritual light to apply needles, a blue flame slowly spread from Hua Qianyue's palm to the top of Hua Chuyan's head, and finally, the blue flame gradually faded until it was colorless, and the silver needles on the top of the head flew up with a brush, as if they were tied tightly together, and flew into Hua Qianyue's hand with a swish.

"Alright. Hua Jiangyue said lightly, and stood up from the top of the slate bed.

Hua Chuyan, who was lying on the slate bed motionless and didn't dare to move, heard Hua Jiangyue say this, and hurriedly jumped off the slate bed like a big winner, didn't care about tidying up the wrinkled Yuehua skirt on her body, and looked at Hua Qianyue's back beggingly, "Can you wipe off this greasy thing on your head?"

Seeing Hua Jiangyue nodded, Hua Chuyan hurriedly looked around, and didn't see anything like a poop that could wipe the scar on the top of his head, so he directly raised Hao's wrist and tried it desperately with his cuffs, for the pickled thing on the top of his head, Hua Chuyan hadn't changed his clothes for three days, and this dress was going to be discarded anyway.

After wiping for a while, Hua Chuyan groped for the scar with her fingertips again, and suddenly felt the fluffy hair that had grown at the scar, and her mood suddenly became as open and bright as a thousand miles of sunshine and fog clouds, and finally grew hair.

Hua Chuyan immediately turned around and left the operating room, and didn't even bother to say anything to Hua Jiangyue, so he hurriedly walked to Zuiyunxuan, and as soon as he arrived in the room, he sat in front of the mirror, carefully looking at the newly grown hair at the scar, and the dense fluff was more of Hua Chuyan's hope.

Hua Chuyan's face slowly bloomed with a smug smile, and the pickled filth that she had endured for three days seemed to be no longer there, her body slowly sat up straight, and her eyes showed a look of arrogance, although she was still only full of fluff now, in the end, the entire scalp had begun to grow hair, and it was only a matter of time.

Hua Chuyan proudly and elegantly admired his smooth head, and the dense bird hair on it, although it was still a little short, but they still broke out, what a good omen, what a wonderful hope!

"Cold attack~" Hua Chuyan admired herself for a long time and shouted.

Han Xun has been preparing Hua Chuyan's instructions, Hua Chuyan deliberately explained when he left the door, as soon as he came back, he wanted to cleanse himself, and he had to boil enough pot water, and when he heard Hua Chuyan's voice, he hurriedly walked over, "Miss, the basin water is ready, do you want to clean yourself now?"

"Chill attack, come over and show Miss Ben if the hair in the scar area is as long as other hairs?"

"Miss, your hair has really grown!" said Han Xun happily.

"Pig-like!Who told you to see if your hair really grows out, to see if it looks the same length as other hair?" Hua Chuyan swept the cold attack next to him, and the cold attack couldn't help but shudder, then lowered his head again, and looked carefully.

"Miss, in the end, it is longer, naturally shorter. Han Xun carefully measured it with his eyes, and then replied carefully.

"Are you sure?" Hua Chuyan raised her eyebrows, and said with a gloomy look in her eyes, anyway, now that her hair has all grown, are you still afraid of the demon girl? At the beginning, she promised that the hair at the scar could grow flush with the previous hair, and now like this, how can she get the 10,000 silver taels back?

"Miss, it's really short. Han Xun looked at it twice again and nodded affirmatively.

"Hmph! Taking people's money can't eliminate disasters for others, Miss Ben asked her to spit out some silver taels. Hua Chuyan's beautiful eyes were slightly condensed, and she slammed the table fiercely, and the jewelry on the dresser jumped up slightly.

"Miss, let's go after you cleanse yourself, this body is ......," Han Xi whispered comfortingly.

"Smack!" Suddenly, Hua Chuyan slapped Han Xian in the face, "Miss Ben's affairs, it's your turn to control?"

"Miss, the slave is wrong!" Han Xun was so frightened that he immediately knelt beside Hua Chuyan, and Hua Chuyan in front of him seemed to be completely like a different person all of a sudden.

"Don't go to the bath for Miss Ben yet. Hua Chuyan stood up, swept the cold face with her skirt, embroidered beads and diamond patterns, stepped directly on the cold feet, twisted smoothly and steadily, a heart-piercing pain, from the cold feet.

Waiting for Hua Chuyan Sanyu Jinlian to move forward, Han Xun hurriedly stood up, and didn't bother to glance at the feet that had been twisted by Hua Chuyan's tracks, and followed closely behind Hua Chuyan.

Hua Chuyan took off her clothes, immersed her body in a warm wooden basin, closed her eyes and leaned on the back of the bucket, and said to Han Xian, "Burn all these tattered clothes!"

I washed the dirty stuff on my head over and over again, and changed several buckets of water until I felt that the scar was refreshing and clean, and then I finished bathing.

The clothes that Han Xun handed over to change clothes, the silk clothes in the color of the moon buds, the blue pleated Ruyi moon skirt, Hua Chuyan frowned before he tried it, "How do you wear these semi-new clothes?"

"Miss, the slave will go and change. Seeing Hua Chuyan frowning, Han Xun suddenly looked at Hua Chuyan nervously, "What kind of clothes does Miss want to wear?"

"Useless girl, she can't even do a good job of getting a dress, what else can she do?" Hua Chuyan was only wearing red Ruyi obscene clothes, outlining Hua Chuyan's bumpy figure, revealing a white Huahua's neck and a flat and thin little waist, and her whole body was very enchanting and charming, but a face that should have been as beautiful as a flower was full of violence and wantonness, and she didn't dare to look at it directly.

Han Xun didn't dare to say anything, hurriedly turned around and ran out, and after a while, he came in carefully holding his clothes, Hua Chuyan took it and unfolded it, but it was a hundred flowers pattern palace embroidered jacket, purple silk yarn long skirt, this is the clothes that Hua Chuyan wore to Liu's mansion to participate in Mrs. Liu's birthday banquet, just this time and that time, Hua Chuyan threw the clothes to the ground.

"Can't you just have a dress that fits?"

The cold attack ran back and forth a few times repeatedly, after all, there was no one who was satisfied with Hua Chuyan, Hua Chuyan's body was slightly plump before, and there was no shortage of conniving clothes, and the fourth lady always added seven or eight sets of clothes every month, and now that she has been sick for so long, Hua Chuyan's body is slightly thin, and the old clothes are naturally slightly fatter, and the fourth lady has been sick for a long time, and she is not in the mood to take care of Hua Chuyan, and even now, she doesn't have the generous financial ability to take care of it.

"Miss, the slave is wrong. Han Xun immediately knelt down, next to him was a pile of brocade silk, in front of him was Hua Chuyan's angry eyes, Han Xun didn't know what he was wrong, all the clothes and rewards were brought in, but none of them were satisfactory to Hua Chuyan, and he was so frightened that he admitted his mistake, anyway, the young lady was angry, it was the maid's fault.