In the second half of the night, the rain became heavier and heavier.
Yan Yan sat in front of the inn window and looked at the street below.
The shop outside the inn was filled with faint candlelight all night long, and the people in the town had a sleepless night.
After tonight, the town will choose two brides to marry the Ghost King.
Early in the morning, Yan Yan had just sat down in the inn hall. Before he could take a sip of tea, he heard the noise outside.
The rain is still falling, and the sound of raindrops is mixed with the noise, like bees buzzing in the ears, which is annoying early in the morning.
"What's going on?" Yan Yan stopped the waiter and asked.
"No girl from any family is willing to be the ghost king's bride. Neither of the two girls selected by the master are willing to do it. Now they are forcing each other to death!" The waiter complained in a tone, "It is really heartless. You are only looking after yourself and insist on everything.
Will the people in the town die for them?"
Yan Yan shook his hand and poured a pot of warm tea onto the waiter. He said casually: "You don't have eyes? If you insist on hitting my hand, why don't you clean it up and serve me another pot!"
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The swear words that the waiter almost burst out of his mouth were swallowed under Bai Zhu's cold gaze.
These two people were generous, and the shopkeeper asked him to treat them well, so he had to change the tea with his tail between his legs.
Glancing at the back of the waiter who dared not speak out in anger, Yan Yan sneered coldly.
The noise outside gradually faded away, maybe the two girls were forced to agree, maybe the master was still looking for other brides.
Yan Yan stared at the rain outside, his eyes turned coldly and landed on Bai Zhu.
Bai Zhu sat upright and did not touch the tea on the table. Yan Yan looked from his dark hair, to his handsome face that was filled with anger, to his slender hands.
Yan Yan's unobstructed gaze slowly slid over his Adam's apple and collarbone. When he looked down, he noticed the white candle's gaze falling on her body.
As soon as she raised her eyes, she met Bai Zhu's eyes.
Bai Zhu said calmly: "What are you thinking about again?" There was a hint of helplessness in his tone.
Yan Yan's lips curved up: "How about the two of us become the ghost king's bride?"
Bai Zhu looked at her coldly: "Us?"
Yan Yan nodded, with a bright smile on his charming face.
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"Not bad, not bad." Yan Yan touched his chin and nodded with satisfaction.
Bai Zhu had a gloomy look on her face, and the outer shirt she was wearing was replaced by Yan Yan's own. The outer shirt that originally reached her ankles only reached her calves.
The fair and elegant face is covered with makeup, with smoky eyebrows, crimson lipstick, and white lotus flowers between the eyebrows dotted with tiny pearls to make her look more feminine.
Yan Yu carefully tied up her hair into a bun with a white lotus jade hairpin inserted sideways. In order to neutralize the masculine look of her dark hair, she also decorated her bun with beaded tassels.
Bai Zhu's celestial appearance looks more like a girl than Yan Yan.
In order to deceive the master, Yan Yan claimed that this was her mute sister.
Seeing two such beautiful girls, the master and several villagers felt pity, but for fear that the suicide last night would happen again, they no longer dared to use those struggling women.
At this time, Yan Yan and Bai Zhu were willing to be brides and hurriedly asked the embroiderer to find wedding dresses suitable for them.
One of them is taller than the other, and they couldn't find a suitable wedding dress for a while.
Yan Yan suggested that he just wear a coat, put on a Xiapei, and put two big red pearl flowers on his head.
Seeing that it is getting later and later, the ladies can only do this.
The bridal makeup on the face still needs to follow the rules.
Yan Yan thought they were too verbose and allowed them to put makeup on their faces, but Bai Zhu's makeup needed her to do it.
"My sister is afraid of strangers."
At this time, Yan Yan will do whatever he says. If he feels as uncomfortable as the bride did last night, the people in the town will probably cry to death.
"..."
Looking at the face in the bronze mirror, the veins on Yan Yan's forehead twitched.
With a pale face and two dazzling red spots on her cheeks, her originally Liudai eyebrows now looked as if she had been a butcher for decades, thick, black and wild.
And her red lips were lightly smeared with lipstick, as if she had just eaten a child.
Auntie’s craftsmanship is truly well-deserved.
Make a good face and make it look like a dead person.
Seeing such a bride's face, the ghost king might be able to come back to life from the ground.
"cough."
There was a slight cough behind him, and Yan Yan glared at him with eyes that could kill someone.
The smile on Bai Zhu's eyebrows made the aunt stunned. The red mark she placed on Yan Yan's eyebrows was heavy, as if she had hit her head against a wall.
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Just as Yan Zi laughed at Bai Zhu, Bai Zhu laughed at her now.
"Okay, you go out first." Yan Yan stood up, took the rouge and gouache on the dressing table, and walked slowly towards Bai Zhu.
Showing two fangs, Yan Yan sneered: "Sister, sister, I'm here to put on makeup for you."