The cold wind invaded the muscles and bones, shaking the empty branches in vain.

Xuanrao looked back at Jiang Huaiyang, paused for a moment, and said, "Caomin Xuanrao is the leader of this troupe." ”

"It's a play." His voice was sparse, but Xuan Rao heard the sarcasm from it.

Xuan Rao didn't know how many times she had experienced such a scene, and after listening to a few abuses, she couldn't have any emotions in her heart. He lowered his eyes, "Exactly." ”

Jiang Huaiyang was reluctant to entangle with him, and caught a glimpse of Ruan Yuyi's lip grease slightly stained, and asked, "Do you have lipstick or something?" ”

Xuan Rao hesitated, "Yes, yes, yes, but those colors are bright, and they are not used by women in ordinary times-"

Listening to him and himself, Jiang Huaiyang was even more unhappy, and took her to the back of the stage. She only knew that he had always been moody, and she didn't want to ask anything more, so she went with him.

This theater building is three stories high, and the cubicle behind the stage is a place for the servants to put on makeup and rest, and also serve as a waiting room.

A servant inside was changing clothes, and suddenly saw someone breaking in, he was a little annoyed, and raised his eyebrows, "Who is coming, do you know the etiquette?" Hurriedly covering up with clothes.

These people who sing songs for the palace are all famous singers, and they have been praised by the rich and noble people outside for a long time, and they are somewhat temperamental.

Wen Pheasant smiled and stepped forward to explain a few words.

The servant's face turned pale in an instant, and his mind was full of rumors about the new emperor, and he scared himself into a double tremble.

But before he could apologize, all the people in the chamber were driven out by the pheasant.

The door creaked shut, and the inside went dark.

Ruan Yuyi struggled to watch for a long time before she could get used to the light. Behind him is the mirror table where the servants are grooming, a few rouge boxes, and tiaras and the like have not yet had time to be tidied up, and they are placed in a disorderly manner.

His hand wandered between the objects and asked her, "Which is the lipstick?" ”

She looked sideways, and the cream on it was really different from what she was used to, so she randomly ordered a red one.

Jiang Huaiyang took the small porcelain box—it was a small porcelain box, but it was also the size of her palm—and in the darkness, all the small movements were infinitely magnified.

The crisp sound of porcelain colliding, the sound of clothes rubbing, and even the breathing of the two seemed to be deafening.

He dipped his salvae and stroked her lips. The little lady's lips were warm and soft, slightly deformed under his hands. He sketched her lips rawly, filled.

She sat down on a round stool, and there was nowhere to lean on, so she had to hold on to the hem of his coat, tilt her head slightly, and let him paint.

Seeing that he had almost made up for it, he paused his fingertips, "Ling Ling is so happy to listen to the play, is it good to call this troupe in the future?" He suppressed his voice, which was gentle and difficult to distinguish between joy and anger.

She was a little stunned of him, but she didn't want to make him angry at all, so she smiled because of her lips, "Good is naturally good." But the concubine was only because she couldn't accompany His Majesty and felt bored, so she was happy to use these to pass the time. She pondered what he meant.

The carved window is really very small, and only a little light is allowed in. She stared at him, and could only see his face.

Her heart was beating like a drum.

His voice whispered in her ears:

"Everyone has their own fate, and a drama is just a drama after all." He was warning her that it was okay to listen to the play, but she should not get too close to the man.

Her beaded feet poked out from under the hem of her skirt and wrapped around his calves, rubbing slowly and ambiguously, "The concubine knows. “

He chuckled happily, and his gaze fell to her lips.

She didn't understand what it meant, and she looked up to get closer, but he pushed her back, and when she looked up, she saw that he was still looking at her with eyes that were so deep that she couldn't see the bottom.

In getting along with him, she gradually got to know Fengyue. I realized that the bottom of my eyes was very red, but fortunately there was a dim light to cover one or two.

She shook her head slightly, tears in her eyes.

He watched her for a long time, but finally let her go.

When the two separated again, the lipstick on Ruan Yuyi's lips was spent again, but fortunately it didn't rub out too much. She had to take the porcelain box and put it on again.

He seemed to have happened to pass by here, and he had something important to do, so he left her here alone, and left first.

Her legs were so weak that she summoned Mu Xiang in, straightened her clothes and hair, and walked out of the cubicle.

She wore a floor-length skirt and walked out of the shadows, her makeup cloak lined with fine feather forging, so that it was warm but not heavy, and it hung down to the knees, making her whole dress appear layered.

Because Fang Xuanrao's appearance is a queen in history, the fat she took was a red color, dotted on her scorching peach blossom skin, more than delicate but not majestic.

Xuanrao is still standing in the same place.

She stepped forward and bowed her head, "I'm bothering you to tidy up." ”

Xuanrao seemed to have been called back to her senses, stunned, and hurriedly said, "Where is Niangniang, it is also the blessing of the nobles in the palace, so that our troupe can have today." ”

After a few words of greeting, Ruan Yuyi set off and walked towards Luo Meixuan.

"Boss Xuan," the servant of the first envoy came over, "That Ying'er was suddenly broken in when she was changing clothes, and she is angry at this time, do you want to-"

Xuanrao didn't know where to look from afar, and all she saw were trees, mountains and rocks, and the majestic palace. He said suddenly, "I used to think that the ladies in the palace should be above the top, and I never regarded us as individuals, do you think this is really not like a lady?" ”

He didn't seem to pay attention to what the little guy was saying.

The little guy replied casually, and then talked to him about Ying'er again.

He retracted his gaze, turned to the half-dismantled set on the stage, and then went with the little servant.

However, he said that Ruan Yuyi returned to Luomei Xuan on the front foot, took a sip of warm tea, and sent a newly forged copper sleeve stove to the palace people on the back foot.

The palace man smiled and said, "The ordinary hand stove is a little bigger, and Your Majesty is afraid that it will not be cheap for the little master to carry it back and forth, so I asked someone to make a new one." The little master added some incense to it, and it also served as an incense burner. ”

The people in this palace have a very good smile, and they are babbling good things to please.

She only glanced at the sleeve stove lightly, and went down to send the person away.

Mu Xiang brought the sleeve stove to her, "Little master, this is a delicate object. ”

The decoration on the stove lid is beautiful and delicate, carved is the magpie around the plum scene, the size of the furnace body is just her two hands can be looped, will not be too big and bulky, nor small hands have nowhere to warm up.

How can there be anything in her daughter's family that doesn't like such a delicate thing, she took the sleeve stove and observed it carefully, and her heart moved slightly.

It was only a moment of relaxation, and then she was pressed down by a heavy feeling, and she lost her interest and put the sleeve stove on the side of the case.

The cold wind blew in outside the window, and Mu Xiang hurriedly closed the window, but saw a small piece of wetness under the eaves, thinking that it was raining again.

(End of chapter)