Could it be that this is the function of that drop of spiritual spring?

Mu Xiwen couldn't help but feel beautiful, just a drop of such earth-shaking changes, this effect is inevitably too good.

I couldn't wait to take a look in my mind, today's drop of spiritual spring had not yet been condensed, so she had to be patient and rush to Qishui Village first.

This season coincides with the blooming of pear blossoms, and she plans to pick them to make a lip balm, which she has been researching all this time.

She was busy until the evening, and when she finally had time to rest, she entered the consciousness space and saw that there was indeed a drop of spiritual spring on the mountain rock.

She poured the Linquan into the clear water on the side, and after the spiritual spring was fully diluted, she added the water to the boiled Yang Taizhen red jade paste and pear flower paste, and then sealed it, waiting for the spiritual spring to be fully absorbed by the paste.

It was another night, and when Mu Xiwen opened the red jade paste the next day, he found that the formed paste was indeed more delicate. She applied it lightly, and the effect was really better than before.

Carrying the updated red jade paste and the newly developed pear flower paste, Mu Xiwen confidently went to the Chu Dai rouge shop.

East Street is a place where the rich gather, and a place like this is inevitably a brothel of Qinglou. On the road from Qishui Village to and from Leisurely Residence, there happens to be a flower street Willow Lane, called Sajin Street.

At this time, the sky gradually darkened, and the other shops on both sides of the other streets closed their doors, except for the brilliant lights of Sajin Street, which was filled with ambiguous and misty lights.

In order to facilitate access, Mu Xiwen dresses up in men's clothes every day. After being washed by the spiritual spring, her appearance became more transparent and graceful, waving a folding fan, no matter how you look at it, she is also a miserable green boy with a shallow smile.

Therefore, even though she lowered her head and held a fan to cover her face, she was still thrown with handkerchiefs by the women who leaned on the railings and laughed as she passed through the fragrant streets with red and green lanterns.

She glanced up at the women helplessly.

The graceful and handsome face poked out of the folding fan, which aroused the enthusiasm of those Qinglou women.

"Oh, what a handsome boy, come in and have fun."

"My sisters play games with you, such a handsome little boy, it's good not to have money to drink with my sisters."

As Mu Xiwen from another world, she naturally would not look down on these hard-working women who had no choice but to live in the dust.

She is not like the men in this world, who play with and despise these Qinglou women with high condescension; is not like the women in this world, who avoid, despise and dislike these Qinglou women.

She clasped her hands into fists and smiled helplessly: "Young ladies, don't make me happy." ”

This look with a somewhat doting smile on her lips hit the dusty women who had seen the ruthless faces of the guests who had seen Bo Qing's grace and grace.

After a moment's silence, the noise was even louder than before.

In the Manchun courtyard, a woman about twenty-five years old was leaning on the railing, and beside her, there were two graceful women.

If it was in the past, she would have been too lazy to solicit customers outside the door like a laughing woman. But now it's different, Luwu is sick, and her mother doesn't want to hire a doctor for her, so they can only pull down their faces and go out to recruit customers.

But just like the old-fashioned name of Manchun Courtyard, which is obviously outdated, they are all old, and they are not as good as the young and beautiful women in the nearby Xiaoxiang Pavilion, Qunfang Courtyard, and Yicui Building.

What's more, those young and beautiful women waved handkerchiefs and enthusiastically called every passing guest, but the old girls just stood stiffly.

The men of all stripes downstairs looked up, and as soon as their gaze swept over them, they were quickly attracted by the other women.

Nanshuang had a cold face, and the corners of her mouth were almost straight. Next to her was a woman in a red skirt. At this time, it was still the season of cold wind, but she didn't even wear a cloak, so she stared downstairs with her arms and chin open.

She pursed her full red lips and said with a pout: "I said Nanshuang, they all came out to pick up guests, who do you show with a straight face?" You see, the guests are scared away by you. ”

Nanshuang's face became even colder, her eyebrows were deep, there was no trace of a smile on her white face as white as snow, and her whole person exuded an unattainable holy aura.

Feeling this breath, the woman in the red dress was even more unconvinced.

"Okay, drunken qin, you don't say a few words, no one will treat you as a mute. Nanshuang is wearing a veil, who can see her face. ”

As soon as the woman who was about twenty-five years old at the head spoke, Zuiqin could only pout, shaking her arm coquettishly, and said, "Sister Yuanhe, it was originally so." Luwu is still sick, if we can't make money today, my mother will definitely not pay her to hire a doctor. ”

The woman who was called Yuanhe also bit her lip in embarrassment, although she stood up to recruit customers, but it was very difficult to really take that step. How she didn't understand Nanshuang's pain, she was equally empathetic and tormented.

Zuiqin glanced at the two of them, waved his handkerchief, and said nonchalantly: "Oh, I know that the two of you are arrogant and can't stand it, it's a big deal for me to go up, we must have someone to take the initiative."

Those little can wait outside to see us laugh, and if we don't have guests today, we won't be laughed at by them. She said, wrinkling her nose.

Nanshuang shuddered and turned her head to look at her, her cold eyes, which were always frosty, slightly moved.

If it was in the past, Zuiqin would definitely laugh at her loudly, but today, for some reason, she quickly turned her face away, blinked her eyes, and blinked the faint wetness under her eyes.

She leaned out to look downstairs, and a handsome young man with a smile on his lips appeared in her sight. Her eyes lit up.

"Eh, how's that? Although the dress is not too good, it doesn't look poor, the main thing is that he is handsome. My sister finds a handsome little boy to dedicate herself, killing two birds with one stone! Seeing him so well-behaved, maybe I took advantage of it. ”

Yuan He was diluted a little of the sadness in her heart by her inconspicuous words, and she looked at the man who was taken by Zuiqin with a smile, and a trace of amazement crossed her eyes.

"He's really a clean and handsome young man."

"yes, yes!" Zuiqin suddenly became interested, and when she saw that the flirting women around her were all going away to the young man alone, she panicked, for fear that the duck she fancied would fly. Thinking of this, she picked up her skirt without saying a word and rushed downstairs.

"Why are you going?" Yuanhe asked anxiously.

"Grab the guests!"

Zuiqin threw down this sentence and rushed down the stairs regardless of the image. Coming to the first floor, there were a few guests sitting downstairs, and the women who were flirting with the guests caught a glimpse of the drunken qin, and their eyes couldn't help but bring a bit of a good show.

One of them asked maliciously, "Oh, Sister Zuiqin, what about the guests you recruited today?" He covered his mouth exaggeratedly, "It won't be that you haven't recruited any of them, right?" ”