"It's easy to do."

Ye Xiuyan waved her hand in a chic manner: "Take a long skirt that falls to the ground." ”

"Yes."

The costumer finally had a place to use, readily agreed, and after a while, he took a set of flowing fairy skirts from the wardrobe that were finely embroidered with the first lotus after the rain and white clothes like snow.

The makeup artist frowned: "Can the little boy wear such a long skirt?" ”

The hairstylist also expressed doubts: "It's a foot long, and it's going to be on the road, no one is holding it, so you have to wrestle." ”

"Little boy?"

Yin Jiutang's eyes flashed, with a little concern.

"It's okay, look at me."

Ye Xiuyan smiled lightly, changed her clothes in front of several people, took out a small stilt one foot high from the storage ring, and tied it to Shi Shiran's feet.

The slender and feminine shadow instantly rose a foot taller, which was almost the same as Qin Zhilan's height.

Can you still do this?!

See you soon!

Yin Jiutang and the others were dumbfounded.

"How? Does this childe imitate the likeness? ”

Ye Xiuyan didn't mind the stupid eyes of the crowd at all, and spun around in a chic way on small stilts, and the fairy skirt fluttered in the wind, which was beautiful.

"Like, too much."

The costume designer was the first to come back to his senses and applauded very forcefully.

"Visionary."

Ye Xiuyan smiled comfortably and gave her an appreciative look: "Next, it's my son's turn to appear." ”

"Another cloak."

Yin Jiutang personally took out a precious mink cloak from the closet and draped it on her, covering the small body that had not yet grown up.

Qin Zhilan bowed her head with satisfaction: "In this way, even the fat and thin are covered, and there is really no flaw at all." ”

"The time has come, it's time for Master Qin to play."

At the end of the gradual end of the erhu with a tactful tune on the stage, the female steward vigorously pushed the door open, and the roar of the lion at a high octave shook people's eardrums.

"Little boy, please."

Yin Jiutang glared at her dissatisfied, bent down respectfully, and made a gesture of invitation.

"Bring the harp."

Ye Xiuyan stretched out her hand domineeringly.

The makeup artist glanced at Qin Zhilan, saw that her expression remained unchanged, picked up her lyre, held it with both hands, and handed it to Ye Xiuyan.

Ye Xiuyan took the guqin, and her white and tender fingertips crossed the strings, and the sound of the piano was crisp and pleasant.

"Good piano."

She smiled and praised, hugged the piano, and walked slowly out of the lounge.

There was a faint sound of clicking under her feet, and the eyes of Yin Jiutang and the others looked at her skirt.

"The little boy walks on stilts, is it true that he won't fall?"

The makeup artist's heartbeat also slowed down with the sound of da-da-da.

There is a tendency to be disordered.

"No!"

A white light came quickly, spun around Ye Xiuyan, and the moment she landed, the beautiful figure of Xianghu appeared.

A certain fox is extremely embarrassed: "This little skill is not worth mentioning to the little girl, and the stilt suona little fisherwoman who is popular in the temple fair understands it." ”

Suona little fisherwoman?

What the heck?

The dancing girls were dumbfounded.

Wait, what did the Shadow Lord say just now?

Girl?!

Is the little boy a girl?

They went to great lengths to disguise them as women!

Is it a loneliness?

The makeup artist and the hairstylist looked at each other as if they had been struck by lightning.

*

The erhu solo in front of the stage ended, and the audience applauded.

Wealthy guests are more generous in festive festivals, waving their hands, and rewarding one after another.

Ye Xiuyan came to the front desk with the piano in her arms, poked out a small head from behind the heavy curtain, and glanced at the sky-numbered room as if she had unintentionally.

(End of chapter)