"Little brat, you just let your mother go, why don't you leave?" He Chaosheng stood up from a pile of firewood, slapped the dust on his body, and said, "Look at her, what she looks like now..."

He Fengche glanced at He Chaosheng with the corner of his eyes and said, "Just throwing you an egg. I think my mother has done a good job. Don't you miss people every day? Now I don't dare to come out to see him. Don't say you are my father when you go out."

"Can you little brat always exclude me? Let's leave with your mother, why are you still relying on me?" He Chaosheng pinched He Fengche's ears, but he didn't dare to use force.

This caused He Fengche to look at him fearlessly. The movements of the two of them were quite funny.

"Of course I have to stay in the palace. When you have to die, I will take my mother back." Although He Fengche is young, he speaks amazingly and said seriously: "Oh... Or I'll find a chance to kill you and take my mother back."

He Chaosheng couldn't believe that the serious and rebellious person in front of him was his son.

But looking at the face carved out of a mold, it was his son.

On the other hand, Mu Luo was still glad that he was walking through the palace like a flat ground, but he didn't know that these were all the contributions of He Chaosheng's release of water.

Mu Luo easily left the palace. At night, she walked on the street market with the light of lights. The day and night seemed particularly lively. Mu Luo looked in the direction of the crowd and saw a sedan chair surrounded by red gauze tents slowly lifting from the other end of the street market.

The gauze tents were layered and intertwined. In the hazy, a woman sat upright in the pipa holding her. Unfortunately, she was too far away, and Muluo could not hear whether the pipa was playing.

"What's this..."

Mu Luo said to herself, and the guy next to her suddenly continued, "Miss, you don't even know this, it's a famous courtesan in our imperial capital. It's called Su Xue. There are few cold plum pipas in her hand in the world. A song about the Drunken Flower Tower, and the immortal looked back. She is a true pipa spirit."

"That's it..." Mu Luo pinched his chin and said, "This ancient courtesan, rounded up, should be a modern star..."

If there are stars, there will be star effect. And judging from the prosperity of this imperial capital, it is also a legitimate era. If you don’t do business, it is hard tolerate...

"This little brother, do you know... how to meet the courtesan?" Mu Luo looked at the little brother beside him humbly.

The little brother looked at Mu Luo with contempt and said, "You are a girl's house, and you also want to meet the courtesan?"

"This...didn't you say she played the pipa well?" Mu Luo said with a smile: "It's both a natural sound, I want to listen to it."

The young man pointed casually and said, "Did you see the flower building over there? If you want to see the flower courtesan, go there and sprinkle money and sprinkle tens of thousands of taels of silver. Maybe the flower courtesan is in a good mood and will see you."

It seems... this courtesan seems a bit expensive...

Mu Luo counted with his fingers, and immediately gave up the courtesan and turned to look at the girls following the courtesan. Without the cover of the gauze tent, Mu Luo could also see it more clearly. Those girls looked at them from a distance, all dignified beauties.

A bold plan slowly emerged in Muluo's mind.

After returning home from night shift, she went to look at Yan Hui. Xiao Yan Hui was already asleep. She returned to her room and wrote quickly. In less than two hours, she completed a rough plan...

In the prosperous era, women's feet were not completely forbidden. Only the daughters and wives of the Duke and Xiangui's family did not come out easily. However, although this is said on the surface, it is common for those girls from wealthy families to play and sneak out, so it should be feasible to sell goods to women in the general direction.

Furthermore, if you want to fleece on women, clothing and cosmetics are definitely preferred, and they should be novel and trend-oriented.

So... no one here is more novel than her modern person!

After fighting at night, until he fell asleep holding the pen, Muluo filled the room with his ambitions. In the early morning, Yan looked back at it.

In order not to disturb Mu Luo, Yan Hui took off her shoes and walked into Mu Luo's room barefoot. Looking at the table and the floor, she couldn't help but smile.

"This woman looks quite interesting. These are all weird ideas."

"Um..." Mu Luo moved a little, but hesitated so much that she was so tired last night that she just turned her head and continued to sleep.

Yan Hui picked up the cloak beside her and put it on her, looked at her carefully for a while, and then went out.

When Mu Luo woke up, his consciousness seemed to be immersed in a beautiful dream.

Until the system suddenly hit her face...

"Wow!! What are you doing? Do you want to scare me to death?" Mu Luo almost turned off the chair.

The system did not say much this time, but directly threw the character to her - [The task loading is completed, the task theme: recruiting soldiers and horses, the task content: have at least three servants, and can be regarded as the number of servants at present: 0. Please complete the task within five days, otherwise, you will accept the punishment brought by the system.]

"Which web game do you use to copy the tasks? Does this have anything to do with the main line?" Mu Luo hammered the system, too lazy to refute it, and the system was off the line after sending the task...

How to say it is, it is so quiet, Muluo is a little uncomfortable.

All day long, Mu Luo locked himself in the room and told Yan Hui that he could basically get back whatever he wanted.

In the evening, Yan Hui also stood beside Mu Luo and looked at her bottles and jars for a while.

He has seen many rare treasures, but he has never seen such a strange thing...

After another day, Mu Luo finally came out of seclusion with her finished product. It was a box of twenty-six-color lipsticks, only twenty-six pieces. The wooden lipstick box and metal inlays looked very similar.

Yan looked back at Mu Luo, blinked her eyes and said, "Sister, are you... a hidden weapon?"

"What am I doing when I study hidden weapons? This is rouge." Mu Luo casually pulled out a piece for Yan to look back.

Yan Hui looked at the gel cylinder with a confused look on her face and said, "Although I am not a woman, I have seen Rouge, and Rouge doesn't look like this..."

"Little Yan Hui, so cute~" Mu Luo rubbed Yan Hui's head and said, "Just look, my rouge is definitely the kind of rouge you have seen, how about it? Do you want to go out with your sister to sell rouge?"

"I...I'm a boy, I'm going out to sell rouge with you..." Yan scratched her head and said, "Forget it, it's not impossible. Anyway, I've finished packing the house, so it's time to go out for a walk."

Mu Luo hugged his lipstick tightly with some disgust and said, "That... I'm really embarrassed to ask you to clean it all the time. Just tell me what you want later, I'll buy you all."

Yan Hui narrowed her eyes and said well-behavedly: "Okay!"
Chapter completed!