The days that calmed down passed quickly, and Gu Huai, who went back and forth between the palace and the perfume shop every day, pinched his fingers and calculated the time, and it was almost Shangyuan.

Since the last time the palace guards came forward to slap the shrewd woman a few times, no one has come to the door to make trouble these days, and I don't know if the people behind it are afraid of the appearance of the palace, and I don't know if there will be such a thing in the future, but the perfume shop has finally reopened, although the business has indeed been greatly affected, but there is money in the account.

Most of the people who will buy perfume now are regular customers of Qinglou, and occasionally the small ring that is inconvenient to pick up will also be delivered, Gu Huai thought that he gave a bottle of perfume to Tsundere Lori, and then asked Tsundere Lori to transfer a bottle to Princess Yan, this perfume can open up the reputation in the upper circle of Beiping, but now it seems that I still think too much, and I don't know if it is because these two people are too deep and simple, and the ladies of Beiping are stunned and have no interest in perfume.

And the matter of working for the palace is naturally on the right track, after having sufficient materials, Gu Huai can also teach those craftsmen to make while improving this crude formula, if you ignore the occasional blue sky and muffled thunder in the sky over Beiping, it is indeed that there has been no major accident.

In such a situation, the palace naturally let go of some surveillance of Gu Huai, at least Ma Sanbao would not follow Gu Huai so elusively anymore, although I don't know if it was hidden in the dark, but at least Gu Huai didn't have to worry about seeing an expressionless face when he turned around.

In the early morning of the Shangyuan Festival, the three people in the shop woke up early, and after breakfast, the perfume making work began in an orderly manner.

Nuo Hai, who was on crutches, was much better than when he was first injured, and he limped to help, but Gu Huai couldn't help it, so he had to be responsible for boiling water in the kitchen to make plant essential oils, and he and Xiaohuan were in the patio yard to deal with the purification of spirits.

The air is wafting with the unique smell of food from spirits, and there must be spies from the palace secretly staring, but Gu Huai doesn't mind, first of all, the palace must not lack this money, and secondly, they are unlikely to understand the production process of perfume if they only see the purification of spirits.

And this thing Gu Huai really didn't hide it as a baby, he dared to bring Li Ziqing into the kitchen when he just met, and if someone else learned it, he would get something else out, just perfume was impossible to support the chain stores that he imagined all over Daming.

Probably because the production process was too boring, Gu Huai looked at Xiaohuan on the side: "Do you want to listen to the story?" ”

Hearing that her young master wanted to tell a story again, the little maid naturally nodded again and again, and even Nuo Hai, who was sitting at the kitchen door, pricked up her ears.

Clearing his throat, Gu Huai opened his mouth while paying attention to the fire: "Legend has it that in ancient times, there was a scholar named Wang Sheng, one day he was wandering in a forest and met a beautiful woman..."

"How beautiful?"

"Don't interrupt," Gu Huai was obviously a little dissatisfied with the little girl's attention, and patted her head: "Be careful I don't talk about it." ”

"Hehe, the young master will continue to speak."

“... When he met a beautiful woman and heard that the woman claimed to be an escaped concubine, Wang Sheng took her back to live at home despite the opposition of others. ”

Nuohai, who was sitting at the kitchen door, pouted: "Not a good person." ”

Gu Huai was helpless: "Why are you all so virtuous?" It's right to listen to stories and occasionally connect the past and the next, but you can't always pay attention to something weird, right? ”

He added a piece of firewood: "Wang Sheng was bewitched by this woman, very fascinated, and later Wang Sheng met a Taoist priest who hunted ghosts, and when the Taoist priest saw that his seal hall was black, he knew that he was haunted by ghosts, and told him the truth." ”

Since ancient times, women have not been afraid of ghosts, hearing Gu Huai's opening remarks that were different from the usual stories, as well as the slightly low and hoarse voice, the little maid moved the small bench and sat closer to Gu Huai.

“... Wang Sheng was a little suspicious, so he secretly ran outside the woman's house at night to peep, where was the concubine in the room? Only a hideous-looking demon is painting a human skin, and the portrait on the human skin is exactly what the concubine looks like..."

"Ahh A pair of small hands grabbed Gu Huai's placket.

"Ouch!" An exclamation came from the wall.

After comforting Xiaohuan, Gu Huai walked to the wall, stood on tiptoe and looked over the low wall, just in time to see a young maid sitting on the ground rubbing her buttocks, obviously falling hard.

"Who are you?"

......

Looking at the young maid who hurriedly ran away after saying an apology, Gu Huai was a little puzzled, next door to the perfume shop is the hook fence, this woman should be a hook fence, but where did she learn the trick of listening to stories in the corner of the wall?

The so-called Goolan is actually an ancient theater troupe, probably because there are too few entertainment methods, so Goolan is very popular with the people, but people with some identities often don't like to go, and the story is not on the stage, and the environment is too simple.

Returning to the courtyard and telling the story, the happy ending gave Xiaohuan a lot of comfort, at least Xiaohuan, who was scared a lot just now, shouldn't have nightmares at night, and seeing that today's perfume was almost done, Gu Huai also got out of the shop and walked towards the hook bar next door.

There are some things that I really don't notice when I don't think about them, and since I mentioned this tick today, it doesn't hurt to go and see it.

Bypassing the street corner, there is a large open space, the hook fence is open in this open space, just from the appearance, it is indeed a little down, the fence is a little uneven, the curtain isolating the outside is also patched, the whole body looks, the hook fence is a circular huge building, but in fact it may be the wooden structure covered with a waterproof curtain.

There are many such hooks in Beiping, but even early in the morning, there are idle idlers who haunt them, often in groups of three or five, talking and laughing and opening the curtain and walking in, and the little guy who sells tickets at the door is also a little depressed, and I don't know whether the business is too bad or the training of the owner.

The ticket price is very cheap, only five cents, Gu Huai, who walked into the hook bar, slightly adapted to the darkness, and saw that the curtain on the circular platform in the center had been opened, and an old man was telling a story, and in the open space below, most of the chairs were scattered and scattered, and I could only see someone sitting from a distance, yawning and listening to the old-fashioned story on the stage.

There are still some tables in the corner, thinking that it is a special position that can only be enjoyed by spending money, Gu Huai walked over, spent more than a dozen yuan to order some tea snacks, and quietly observed the environment of the hook bar.

The voice of the old man on the stage is clear, the speed of speech is not fast or slow, and the tone will change high and low when he talks about the climax, but the content of the story is indeed too old-fashioned, and the reactions of the guests in the stands are probably told many times.

After taking a sip of tea, Gu Huai was a little distracted, it was really this hook that aroused some of his thoughts.

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