There is a shop in Yanyu Alley in Qingcheng that specializes in women's rouge and mouth grease. It is called Beauty Shop. Rumor has it that the proprietress in it is a beautiful woman who is full of love and caress about the country. Lianming is even more beautiful.
Unfortunately, there are only rumors, and ordinary people have never seen it.
But the rouge in the rouge shop is good one by one.
It is said that even the maidens in the palace will send palace people in disguise to buy the rouge of this beauty shop every fifteenth day of the lunar new year.
Beauty Square's rouge can be put on by the ugliest woman, and it can also become a pretty woman.
The color is uniform, the fragrance is tangy, and it can stay on all day.
If it is used for a long time, the scent can flow down the blood and become a part of your body.
Since then, the rumors of Beauty Square have been like this, one pass ten, ten pass a hundred, so that everyone knows Qingcheng.
There are also foreign businessmen who visit specially for the face of the boss of the Beauty Shop, but they can't get in every time and return in disappointment.
The cyan gauze tent hangs lightly, the incense is lit on the small carved case, and the smoke rises like a cloud of smoke, and the smell slowly floats indoors, which is really good to calm the nerves.
A white arm that was as white as suet slowly opened the curtain, and the red string tied around his wrist looked very coquettish.
"Qinghe, come in."
The soft and glutinous, deep-fried woman's voice came from the gauze tent, and then, a pair of small and exquisite feet were exposed, and the thin white jade ankles were also tied with two red ropes. The blue blood vessels on the white and transparent instep were clearly visible, and slowly stepped into a pair of plain embroidered shoes embroidered with green lotus.
"Crack—"
The carved wooden door was pushed open, and a woman covered with a large birthmark on one side bowed her head and walked in, firmly placed the water basin in her hand on the wooden frame, soaked the cloth towel, and handed it to the woman respectfully.
The woman finally slowly revealed her original face, her skin white as snow, apricot mouth and peach cheeks, and the peach blossoms on the tails of her eyes gleamed, always seeming to be choked by love and shame, arousing love and pity.
She was loosely covered with a cotton and linen robe on her slender body, with an exquisite curve that could not be covered, and her neckline slipped slightly, revealing a small piece of attractive fragrant shoulder.
The beauty took the cloth towel lazily, wiped her fingers slowly, tears in her eyes were sleepy, and she lay down on the small case again as if she hadn't woken up, her long black hair was not combed, and it fell to her ankles very smoothly. .
She squinted lovingly at the woman with lowered eyebrows and respectful expression, with a smile, "Qinghe, have you been here for some time?"
The woman's eyelashes moved, and she bent more and more, "Yes, lady boss."
"Chuck..." The beauty raised her wrist to cover her red lips and chuckled, her eyes were silky, her tone was frivolous, "Oh, why do you have to call the lady boss? It's a terrible name, why should I call my name? My name is the same as yours, my name is Qingyue—"
The beauty laughed, her fragrant shoulders trembled slightly, even Qinghe, as a woman, had been easily captured by her smile over the past few months, even if she had met each other.
If those men in the world see it, aren't they bound to lose their hearts and souls
Qinghe's eyes trembled, and he sighed in a low voice, "Slaves dare not."
I dare not, I really dare not, there is no trace of adulteration.
Until now, she didn't know the origin of this charming and charming mysterious woman.