Ji Xiaowu held the porcelain cup and tried to mobilize his inner strength.
After a while, the water in the cup started to boil.
His face turned red with excitement: "It's burning, it's burning!"
Yang Shu glanced at it and nodded to Mingwei, indicating that he had a good grasp.
Ming smiled, turned around and called, "What a blessing!"
From the inner room separated by curtains, Duofu's timid voice came: "Miss."
"Stop hiding, come out."
After a while, the curtain was lifted and Duofu walked out cautiously.
The clothes she was wearing were similar to Ji Xiaowu's style. They were obviously new clothes, but they had a few patches cut out.
Mingwei's eyes were on her face.
Duofu was worried when she looked at him and couldn't help but lower his head: "Isn't it good for me, slave? Why don't you wipe off the powder..."
After following the lady into the room, Duofu was pulled into the back room and smeared on his face.
Mingwei waved his hand and took the mirror next to him: "See for yourself."
Duofu was stunned when he saw the figure reflected in the mirror.
The birthmarks on her face were covered up by something, revealing her original appearance. A girl of fourteen or fifteen years old, just when the flower buds were first blooming, she was delicate and tender, and the breath of youth came to her face.
"This, this is me?" Duofu muttered, stroking his face.
"This is you." Ming smiled slightly, "We are so blessed to be so beautiful. How can we not look good?"
Duofu looked at himself in the mirror, his heart slowly calmed down, and he smiled a little shyly: "Who dares to call you beautiful in front of a lady?"
Mingwei flicked his fingers: "That's right! That's how it feels! Remember, you are the maid chosen by Mrs. Guo for the young master. You are clumsy and tongue-tied, but you are loyal to the young master."
Duofu nodded quickly: "I will remember this."
The young master is in place, the maids are in place, and the play can begin.
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The suburbs of Yunjing are more prosperous than ordinary towns.
The roads are wide, the houses are well-groomed, there are many tourists, and there are many shops.
There are garment shops, medicine shops, food shops, silver shops, teahouses... and even a fireworks alley.
Travelers who come from afar are often attracted by the colorful world here before they even arrive in the capital.
On this day, a young master came to the outskirts of Beijing.
Seeing that he was only sixteen or seventeen years old, he was handsome and handsome, and he looked like he was rare in everything he looked at. There was a maid beside him, who also had an awkward look on his face, and she looked like a young boy going out for the first time.
The clothes of the master and the servant were a little strange. They were obviously well-dressed, but they had a few patches on them. However, they both had good looks, so they didn't find it strange.
The young master looked left and right, wanting to touch and touch everything, so the maid had to hold her back from time to time.
When passing by a brothel, the flower lady standing on the roadside soliciting customers saw that he was handsome and wanted to pull him back. As a result, the maid glared at him several times and gave him a casual push, causing the flower lady to fall down.
lie.
A flower girl who comes out to solicit customers is certainly not a courtesan who holds her own dignity. Wherever she is willing to obey, she will immediately start to act up.
The young master had probably never seen one before, so he was at a loss. In the end, he had to spend money to ward off the misfortune, and stuffed Hua Niang with a five-tael ingot.
The flower girl was finally satisfied and let them go.
As the ancients said, wealth is not revealed in vain. How can we not keep an eye on these two young children who are so generous?
The young master continued shopping with his maid, unaware that several groups of people were following behind him.
After wandering around for a while, he must have been hungry, so the young master led the maid into a restaurant.
The waiter noticed that they were well dressed and entertained them attentively.
The young master simply opened his mouth and said: "Here you pick up the vegetables, take whatever you have." Then he threw out a piece of broken silver and said, "I'll reward you."
The waiter was overjoyed. The scrap of silver was worth seven or eight dollars, which was worth ten days' wages!
"Master, wait a moment, I'll go right away!"
After a while, the delicacies were served like a stream of food. Lamb tongue pickles, hand-washed crabs, three kinds of delicacies, fried quails with fresh bamboo shoots... they were served with all their strength.
The young master ate with gusto and talked to the maid: "It's better to come out. At home, my parents always say that we should be frugal and not forget our roots. What's the point of living if you don't spend money?"
The maid frowned: "Master, when are we going back?"
"You just came out, why are you going back? Why don't you play with Yunjing all over again!"
The two were talking when someone suddenly walked by and bumped into them.
"Ouch!" Before the young master could say anything, the man had already rushed up and patted the young master's clothes, "I'm so sorry, I accidentally bumped into you."
The young master pushed him away: "Nothing, you can go."
The man smiled and saluted: "You are really a great person, thank you."
After saying a few more polite words, he turned around and left.
The moment he turned sideways, a shout suddenly sounded: "Wait a minute!"
The young master turned his hand and grabbed his wrist.
The other party reacted very quickly. He immediately pulled out his hand and ran away.
Unexpectedly, just as she ran to the door, the maid suddenly rushed up to her. She didn't see any moves, so she stretched out her hand and pushed her.
"Crash!" The man bumped into a table, and the glasses of wine and food fell to the floor.
Seeing that something was not going well, the shopkeeper came out and shouted: "Uncle, slow down!"
No one listened to him. The man wanted to find an opportunity to run out, but the maid stepped forward, grabbed his hand and twisted it back, making him unable to move.
The young master walked over slowly, took his purse from his hand, and ordered angrily: "I stole it from my head, and I am tired of living. Thank you, I'll cripple his hand!"
"Yes, sir." The maid twisted hard.
"Crack--" the sound of joint dislocation.
"Ah!" the thief screamed, his face instantly turned pale, and a large amount of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he shouted, "You dare to attack me, you are the only one who is impatient!"
The shopkeeper hurriedly stepped forward: "Sir, please wait a moment. It's hard to offend this man!"
The young master sneered: "Why, you are in the same group? I went to your store to eat, and my wallet was stolen. Is your store a black shop?"
The shopkeeper waved his hands repeatedly: "What are you talking about, Master? I'm just saying this for the sake of Master. This guy..." He lowered his voice, "There is someone behind him. Master is venting his anger now, and he will be stared at again later."
superior."
"So what if I'm targeted? I'm afraid of them!"
"Hey!" The shopkeeper was so anxious that he could only go up to him and tell the truth, "He belongs to the Beggar Clan! You can't afford to offend him, and the shop can't afford to offend him either!"
Unexpectedly, when the young master heard the word beggar gang, he became even more furious: "The beggar gang in the capital can do such evil? It's so abominable! What a blessing, even his feet are broken!"
The maid agreed and was about to take action when a voice came from outside: "Hahaha, young master, don't be so angry. The beggars all over the world are one family. How about you come down and be a peacemaker?"
I saw an old beggar coming outside. He was dressed in tatters, but his face was ruddy and his voice was like a bell. As soon as he came in, he poked the ground with his bamboo stick in a carefree manner, like a man in charge.