"What are you doing here?" Li Qianxia was very dissatisfied that she had almost surrendered to the enemy just now, and was frightened for a while.

If Chun Huang wanted to be her girlfriend instead of her sister-in-law, she might have already agreed, which would be terrible.

"It's not that the elevator is overloaded, so what does it matter if there's one more person?" Chunhuang's fingers gently brushed Butterfly's back.

"Woo~~" The butterfly made a happy cry, and its speed turned out to be a little faster.

"Good boy~" Chun Huang clicked it twice with a smile, and continued, "Besides, there are suddenly two more people in the Marshal's Mansion, and one of them is an actress who disappeared from the troupe. How are you going to hide it?"

"Do you have any idea?" Li Qianxia asked fiercely.

"certainly."

When we arrived at the Marshal's Mansion, because the Liyuan was suddenly attacked, Mr. Li disappeared again. During this sensitive period when Li Bichang died, everyone was awake and panicked.

Under such circumstances, Chun Huang walked in with a smile all the way, and then...she said whatever she said in the Marshal's Mansion.

"Everyone, go to bed and don't tell the news about the three of us."

"yes!"

Looking at the people who looked like palace maids and eunuchs taking orders, Li Changzhou felt the power of S-class in his heart.

If this is the case in the dungeon, how much power does she have in the real world? No wonder she has the skill to dodge hot weapons.

"Is this why you performed for charity?" Yang Qinglan was thinking about another thing.

After donating 100 yuan to the porridge shop, Chun Huang also decided to perform for charity for three days and donate all the ticket money earned.

The people who came to support the charity performance were all wealthy people from Songcheng.

"Now in Songcheng, my words are more useful than Marshal Li." Chunhuang said with a smile.

"Is it okay not to show up?" Yang Qinglan was slightly curious.

Deep down in her heart, she believed that Chunhuang could not do it - she relied on her appearance to win everyone's favor. How could she make others obey her without showing her face, instead of obeying the life-threatening Marshal Li?

Only players who have seen her many times and surrendered to her strength will listen to her honestly.

"I'm going to sleep." Chunhuang didn't answer. She covered her lips with the slender fingers of her right hand and walked toward the backyard in a bird's-eye manner. Her slim-fitting cheongsam outlined her graceful back.

Four people and one butterfly also returned to Li Changzhou's yard.

The butterfly stayed in the yard and the four people entered the house.

Li Qianxia and Xiaoluobo were lying on the bed. The former wanted to sleep, but the latter was already asleep. Li Changzhou and Yang Qinglan sat opposite each other on both sides of the small round table in the bedroom.

Li Changzhou took out the "Snow Mountain Kettle" and poured a cup each.

"We must be wary of this person," he said while pouring water. "Since she has prepared the 'blood of a thousand gold ox', with her character, she will definitely find a way to get the tools to break the contract."

"Hmm." Yang Qinglan leaned the water cup to her lips, but did not drink. She looked thoughtful, "I didn't stop her from coming to the Marshal's Mansion, I just wanted to keep a close eye on her."

"Maybe she has the skills to contact her subordinates remotely." Li Qianxia lay on the bed, "Brother, I'm thirsty."

Li Changzhou picked up the cup he had not yet drank from and gave it to her. After she had finished drinking, he took it back.

The three of them discussed for a while, and then Li Changzhou left, leaving the room to the two girls while he found another place to sleep.

Without using skills, they can stay up for days and nights, but if they use skills, they will be as tired as ordinary people after a busy day.

May 2, 1928.

As soon as Yang Qinglan and Li Qianxia came out of the room, they saw Li Changzhou already standing in the yard.

It was still dark, and the moon was still hanging in the sky. He was wearing a long gown, with his hands behind his back, standing under a pomegranate tree and admiring the moon. He was indescribably elegant and romantic.

Noticing their gaze, he slowly looked away from the moon.

Both girls wore new clothes.

Yang Qinglan wears a sky-green brocade cheongsam, with satin-like black hair rolled up in an emerald green hairpin, a slender waist, and a bust that is not very big, but plump and round.

As the morning breeze blew by, Li Changzhou wondered if he had not woken up yet. Otherwise, why would Chang'e wear a cheongsam?

"Brother, please be more adventurous. Your mouth is watering so early in the morning. If you want to have breakfast, go and have it!"

"Ahem." Li Changzhou woke up from his trance and looked at Li Qianxia, ​​who was pretending to be angry but actually being narrow-minded.

The light yellow short cheongsam printed with fish scale spots is a very gorgeous dress.

But she was fine no matter what. It didn't matter if she showed her arms or legs. As long as she didn't expose herself, Li Changzhou didn't bother to care about her.

The three of them had already finished practicing "Thunder Picture" in the room in advance. They were all hungry at this time, so they went to the living room to eat together.

Someone was earlier than them, Chunhuang.

Black silk cheongsam with colorful embroidery of two dragons playing with beads.

Stand collar, short sleeves, nipped waist.

On the collar, placket, sleeves, hem and other edges, gold thread is used to embroider the pattern of two dragons playing with pearls. The dress is all black and decorated with gold silk dragon edges, showing a dignified and noble atmosphere.

And she’s still sitting at the top!

"Are you up?" She was drinking from a bowl of something unknown, "Sit down and eat."

Well, Mr. Li is now a guest.

The breakfast on the table is a combination of Chinese and Western dishes, including rice porridge, cereal, toast, steamed dumplings, pan-fried vegetables, etc., with side dishes such as fermented bean curd and pickles.

There are also soy sauce, vinegar, salt, sugar, honey, jam and other condiments, as well as freshly squeezed juice, milk, and steaming coffee, filling the table.

In addition, there are four girls waiting on him.

It's more like putting on a show than eating.

"Wow!" Li Qianxia, ​​a factory girl who was born in the countryside 100 years later and worked in a shoe factory in 1928, had never seen this scene before and couldn't wait to sit down.

Li Changzhou and Yang Qinglan also sat down and picked what they liked to eat.

After taking a sip of porridge and a bite of steamed buns, Li Qianxia started talking to Chunhuang.

"Sister Chunhuang, is your hair dyed?"

"When I was imagining "Soaring in the Clouds and Riding on the Mist", I lost my direction. When I woke up, my hair was completely white."

"Wow, it's so dangerous, but it's just like snow, so beautiful!"

"I think so too." Chunhuang responded with a smile and lazily picked up the coffee.

The sexy lips blew gently, and the mist of coffee filled the air.

Li Qianxia felt that she had been confused again, and couldn't help but envy her appearance and temperament at this time.

Those female stars, no matter what their origins, will deliberately learn their manners after becoming famous to make themselves appear elegant and intellectual. However, Chunhuang is all about manners, and every move she makes is the object of imitation in the manners class.

Compared with her, Yang Qinglan is just natural, everything is pleasing to the eye and makes people fascinated, but it does not arouse people's jealousy and envy, because it cannot be learned, it is a person's innate temperament.

"By the way, Sister Chunhuang, you have been collecting visualization ideas. How many do you have now?" Li Qianxia was secretly wary, but remained calm on the surface.

Chunhuang put down the steaming coffee cup, held his chin with one hand, and stared at Li Qianxia's pretty face.

"I tell you, what's the benefit?" She smiled, her eyes filled with spring water.

Li Qianxia's throat was a little dry.

"Qian Xia," Li Changzhou said, "eat well."

"Oh." Li Qianxia picked up the milk and took a sip.

She tried not to think about Chunhuang.

The cows in "Honey Pot World" are pregnant and will not get sick if they are not milked for a short period of time. When this instance is over, you can see the calf.

Hopefully it's the cows, the cows can stay with them for a long time, the bulls can just be eaten.

If Chun Huang became his sister-in-law, wouldn't he not have to be afraid of her at all... Bah, bah, bah!

Li Qianxia stopped her thoughts from turning around.

She doesn't like a woman with Chunhuang's personality, and she also knows that her brother will never like her either.

The brother and sister have talked about it, and the elder brother is a low-class man who has been eliminated by the times and has a serious virginity problem (this is something she is only allowed to say).

She and Qinglan also talked about this fairy-like female bookstore owner's view of love, which is love at first sight (this can also be replaced by love that lasts for a long time), and then it lasts forever.

Although their opinions are different, these two people are the same kind of people, and Li Qianxia feels that there is no one more worthy of them in the world.

No matter how good-looking someone like Chunhuang was, she still felt that he was not worthy of her brother.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Chunhuang tapped his fingers on the coffee cup, and the mist seemed to lighten a little.

She took the initiative and said: "There are three types in total, "Soaring in the Clouds", "Dense Shadow"..."

Li Qianxia was listening with her ears perked up when Chunhuang suddenly stopped. She followed her line of sight and saw her brother sitting in the middle of the long table chatting with Yang Qinglan.

The voice was very low, but besides the girl, who were the others present? How could they not be heard clearly?

"...The milk doesn't taste as good as yours."

Yang Qinglan raised her eyes and rolled her eyes at him: "Whether it tastes good or not is a question of the cow, and it has nothing to do with whether I milked it or not."

"No, it must be related. Otherwise, why would there be virgins picking tea leaves with their mouths, witches chewing wine, and peasant women stepping on grapes? Women's bodies are better than men's, and beautiful girls' bodies are the best, so it must be because of you
To be continued...