Reborn Evil Husband and Wife: Slim and Poisonous Girl

After thinking about it, she took out a jade bottle from her bosom, sprinkled some medicinal powder, and spread it evenly on her face. The snow-white skin suddenly became dull, with a layer of yellow turbidity, which looked very inconspicuous.

Zuo Er looked at the completely different young lady, and once again sighed, the young lady is just a weird person, who likes to play and play, but also has a careful heart, is free and easy, and occasionally acts silly.

She couldn't stand the young lady's attack, so she had to change into the clothes of the book boy, fiddled with them, and the two of them walked out of the tailor's shop in changed appearances. They were completely ordinary masters and servants.

But the well-informed bustard saw through the gender of the two at a glance, and the boss opened his mouth, "This little... son, this is not a place for you to play."

Wuyou raised his chin, and Zuo Er handed over the 500 taels of silver.

"Here, give me a private room."

The old bustard looked at the fluttering banknote in embarrassment, with greedy and unwilling eyes, as if he was unwilling to take a bite of a piece of fat.

"Young master, there are no more private rooms, and they have already been booked."

The Tianxiang Building by the West Lake is the venue for the competition, but the famous performers do not come up, but perform on the flower boats of each family.

Wuyou frowned slightly, there were too many men in the lobby, and she had a headache because of the noise.

In the midst of the dilemma, a voice rang out, "Young Master Ye is here, Young Master Cheng is here."

Two young masters walked in side by side, the one on the left was dressed in blue, with a heroic air, a face like a crown jade, and clear eyes.

The one on the right is dressed in a plain robe, handsome and extraordinary, but there is a gloomy look between his brows.

As soon as they entered, the voices in the room fell silent, staring at the two of them closely.

"Wow, it's Mr. Ruge."

"So handsome."

"Is this the number one swordsman in the world? It's so beautiful."

"Mr. Cheng is here too? Didn't something happen to his family? How can he still go out to play?"

"He was invited to participate half a year ago, so he can't trust others."

The old bustard's eyes lit up, and she went up to meet her, "Young masters, please, the private room has already been prepared."

The two of them just smiled lightly, they had no intention of socializing, and they seemed to be preoccupied.

Wuyou rolled his eyes, leaned over, and said with a smile, "I didn't expect Mr. Ye to be so good, a fellow."

Zuo'er wants to pass out, out of sight is out of sight, miss, can you stop being so... ashamed? !

Ye Ruge looked dazed at first, but when she opened her mouth, her expression suddenly changed.

"It's you..." He was about to vomit blood, bold girl, didn't you see that this place is full of men? "How can you come here? Go back quickly."

He was also inexplicably guilty, feeling like he had been caught.

Wuyou pouted with disdain, "You can come, why can't I come?"

The bustard looked at this and that, but dared not make a sound.

Ye Ruge had a headache, her temper was really...

Cheng Feiyin didn't recognize her, so he glanced lightly, "Who is he? Your friend? Let's go together, anyway, it doesn't matter if there is one more."

"Thank you, Mr. Cheng." Wuyou was overjoyed and climbed up the pole.

The private room of Tianxiang Building is very elegantly arranged, and a landscape painting is hung on the wall, which blends well with the scene, which is quite skillful.

Seeing her staring at the painting as soon as she came in, Ye Ruge stood beside her and asked curiously, "Is there something wrong with this painting?"

Wuyou sighed softly, "This painting is clearly the spring when all things are renewed, so why does it have the bleak air of autumn and winter? Could it be that this person's experience has been rough?"