Luan Liuming became happy and immediately asked the two craftsmen to start working. He followed the chef into the kitchen to prepare dinner for Liu Fanhua.
Mo Xiang and Shu Ci respectfully followed Liu Fanhua into the room.
Liu Fanhua sat in front of the dressing mirror, looked at her hairstyle, raised her eyes and asked, "Do you know what hairstyle the ladies in Longcheng wear?"
The one named Mo Xiang hurriedly said: "Of course I know this. I used to serve Miss Shangshufu. Our Lord Shangshu admires Lord Luan's talent very much!"
The one named Shuci is not behind either: "My slave can also wear the most fashionable makeup. The girl is very beautiful without dressing up. If she dresses up a little bit, there are not many young ladies in Dragon City who can compare with her!"
Mo Xiang nodded: "Even Miss An, the most beautiful woman in Dragon City back then, is even worse than her!"
The smile on Liu Fanhua's face suddenly stiffened. She looked into Mo Xiang's eyes in the mirror and asked, "Have you seen that Miss An?"
Mo Xiang quickly shook her head: "I have never seen this before. I have only heard of it. Miss An claims to be the most beautiful woman in Dragon City and vowed to be the queen. Unfortunately, she is not lucky"
Liu Fanhua lowered her eyes and slowly combed her hair: "Mo Xiang, I saw you were sent out of the house not because your young lady got married, but because you had a big mouth, right?"
Mo Xiang was stunned and touched his mouth intuitively.
The one named Shuci was smarter than Mo Xiang. He immediately stepped forward to take the comb from Liu Fanhua's hand and said, "The girl is so pretty. It's so unlucky to compare a dead person with the girl! Don't be angry, girl. Shuci is for you." Get a hairstyle that best complements the girl¡¯s pure temperament like an orchid in an empty valley!¡±
Liu Fanhua nodded, looked at Mo Xiang again and said, "From now on, just keep the poems in my room, and you can go out and do some cleaning work!"
The words were written happily.
Mo Xiang went out full of grievances.
Luan Liu was standing in the yard, watching the craftsmen laying the floor, the cook cooking, and Mo Xiang sweeping. Although it was a little noisy due to the crowd, it felt like home.
It is said that Hai Jiaoyang and Hai Jiaorou set out from Luocheng to Ping'an Town, and arrived at a place called Jie Town.
Hai Jiaorou sat on the horse and raised her eyes to look at the word "ô˜ï¿½ï¿½" on the entrance of the town. She couldn't help but frown: "Brother, why do you think a good town is called this name? It's unlucky to see it!" "
As soon as Hai Jiaorou finished speaking, a beggar squatting at the entrance of the town suddenly jumped out and said, "Little girl, it's getting dark now. Don't talk nonsense, otherwise this town will be your burial place!"
Hai Jiaorou was displeased, and was about to teach the beggar a lesson, but Hai Jiaoyang quickly stopped her: "Forget it, it's just a beggar talking nonsense, don't cause more trouble, let's stay one night tonight, and we can reach Ping'an Town tomorrow! "
Hai Jiaorou nodded, glared at the beggar fiercely, and followed Hai Jiaoyang into the town.
The beggar shook his head: "The evil spirit has already targeted us without knowing it. Such a good boy and girl, how pitiful!"
The beggar said, shaking his head and slowly walking away.
After Hai Jiaoyang and Hai Jiaorou entered the town, they found a clean-looking inn to stay in.
There were no rooms next to each other, so Hai Jiaoyang and Hai Jiaorou lived at opposite ends of the inn.
As night fell, a Taoist priest wearing gray Taoist uniform walked into the inn. In front of the counter, the face of the shopkeeper, who had been smiling to welcome guests a moment ago, suddenly stiffened, and he nodded towards the Taoist priest with dull eyes. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com