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Chapter 162

Chapter 162: Grease

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

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

"He's an actor." His voice was calm, but Xuanrao could hear sarcasm in it.

Xuanrao didn't know how many times he had experienced such scenes and heard several abuses. He could not feel any emotion in his heart. He only lowered his eyes and said, "Exactly."

Jiang Huaiyang was too lazy to argue with him. He caught a glimpse of the lipstick on Ruan Yuyi's lips and asked, "Do you have any lipstick?"

Xuanrao hesitated and said, "Yes, there are some, but those with rich colors are not what women usually use -"

Jiang Huaiyang felt even more unhappy when he heard him flirting with her. He took her with him and went behind the stage. She only knew that he had always been unpredictable in mood and anger, so she didn't want to ask any more questions, so she followed his lead.

The theater building is three stories high. The small cubicle behind the stage is specially used for actors to put on makeup and rest, and it is also used as a waiting area. At this time, almost everyone is standing or sitting inside, and the entire children's theater troupe is

Here we are.

A performer inside was changing clothes when he suddenly saw someone intruding. He was a little angry, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Who is this person? Do you still know some etiquette?" He grabbed his clothes and hurriedly covered himself.

These singers who sang for the palace were all famous singers. They had been favored by the wealthy and wealthy people outside for a long time, so they had some temperament.

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

The actor's face turned pale in an instant, and his mind was filled with cluttered rumors about the new emperor, which frightened him so much that his buttocks trembled.

But before he could apologize, all the people in the compartment were kicked out by Wen Pheasant.

The door creaked shut, and it suddenly became dark inside.

Ruan Yuyi tried hard to look at it for a long time before she got used to the light. Behind her was the mirror where the actors dressed up, with rouge boxes, crowns and other items scattered around in a haphazard manner that they had not yet had time to tidy up.

His hands wandered among several objects while asking her, "Which one is lipstick?"

She looked sideways and realized that the grease on it was indeed different from what she was used to, so she randomly clicked on a red one.

Jiang Huaiyang took the small porcelain box - it was said to be a small porcelain box, but it was about the size of her palm - and in the darkness, all small movements were infinitely amplified.

The sound of porcelain clashing, the sound of clothing rubbing against each other, and even the breathing of the two people seemed to be deafening.

He applied lipstick and touched her lips. The little lady's lips were warm and soft, slightly deformed under his hands. He roughly traced the shape of her lips and filled them in.

There was a round stool under her seat, and she had nowhere to lean on, so she had to hold the lapel of his clothes, slightly raise her head, and let him draw.

When he saw that he was almost finished, he paused his fingertips and said, "Ling Ling enjoys listening to the opera so much, how about calling the troupe here more often in the future?" He suppressed his voice, which was gentle and difficult to distinguish between joy and anger.

She was a little afraid of him, but didn't want to make him angry at all, so she smiled and said, "Of course it's good. But I just feel lonely and boring because I can't accompany His Majesty, so I am happy to use this to pass the time." She thought.

He said what he meant.

The small carved window was indeed very small, allowing only a little light to come in. She was staring at his expression and could only see his face clearly.

Her heart beat like a drum.

His voice lingered softly in her ears:

"Everyone has his own destiny, and an actor is just an actor after all." He was warning her that she could listen to the opera, but she couldn't get too close to that person.

Her feet in beaded embroidered shoes poked out from under the skirt, wrapped around his calves, and rubbed them slowly and ambiguously, "I know this."

He chuckled happily and moved his gaze downwards, landing on her lips.

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

As she got along with him, she gradually came to understand Fengyue. Her face was very red, but fortunately there was dim light to cover it up.

She shook her head slightly, with tears in her eyes.

He stared at her for a long time and finally let her go.

When the two separated again, the lipstick on Ruan Yuyi's lips was smeared again, but luckily it didn't rub off too much. She had to take the porcelain box and apply it again.

He seemed to be passing by this place by chance and had something important to do, so he left her here alone and left first.

Her legs were extremely weak, so she called Mu Xiang in, straightened her clothes and hair, and then walked out of the small cubicle.

She walked out of the darkness wearing a floor-length skirt. The flowered cloak was lined with fine feathers, which kept her warm but not heavy. It hung down to her knees, making the whole outfit appear layered.

Because Xuanrao just dressed up as a queen in history, the lipstick she used was a bright red color, and it was dotted on her face as bright as a peach blossom, which was more than delicate but not majestic.

Xuanrao still stood in the same place.

She stepped forward, nodded and said, "I'm sorry for bothering you."

Xuanrao seemed to be brought back to his senses. He was startled for a moment and said hurriedly, "My Majesty, it's because of the blessings of the nobles in the palace that our troupe can be where we are today."

After exchanging a few words, Ruan Yuyi set off for Luomei Xuan.

"Boss Xuan," a servant boy came over, "Ying'er was suddenly barged in while she was changing her clothes. She is very angry right now. How about you--"

Xuan Rao looked in the distance and didn't know where to look. All he could see were trees, mountains, rocks, and the majestic palace. He said suddenly, "I used to think that the ladies in the palace should have their eyes set higher than the top. They never looked down upon us as individuals.

Do you think this person really doesn’t look like a queen?"

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

The boy responded casually, and then talked to him about Ying'er again.

He retracted his gaze and turned to the half-dismantled scenery on the stage before following the boy.

However, it was said that Ruan Yuyi returned to Luomei Pavilion and took a sip of warm tea, then someone from the palace came to her with a newly forged copper sleeve stove.

The palace man smiled and said, "Ordinary hand stoves are slightly larger. Your Majesty was afraid that it would be difficult for the young master to carry them around, so he ordered someone to make a new one. The young master added some incense to it, and it can also be used as an incense burner."

This palace man has a very nice smile and talks nice things to beg for rewards.

She only gave the Xiuxue stove a faint look, rewarded him with something, and sent him away.

Mu Xiang brought the sleeve stove to her and said, "My lord, this is a delicate object."

The decoration on the furnace cover is rich and detailed, depicting magpies circling plum blossoms. The furnace body is just the size that her two hands can wrap around it, so it won't be too big and cumbersome, nor will it be too small for her hands to wrap around.

Get warm.

How could her daughter's family dislike such exquisite things? She took the sleeve stove and looked at it carefully, feeling slightly moved in her heart.

It was only at this moment that she felt relieved, but was soon suppressed by a heavy feeling. She lost interest and put the sleeve burner on the tables aside.

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

(End of chapter)


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