Unford thoughts, thoroughly scattered.
Yun Qian didn’t know what to do for a mont.
Being touched, she naturally felt delighted.
Yet the lady now needed to divert her thoughts elsewhere.
She watched as Xu Chang’an toyed with the makeup kit with great interest.
"Miss, I knew applying makeup was troubleso, but I never thought it could be so complicated, needing so many things," Xu Chang’an blinked.
Inside the box not only were various bottles and jars; what he could recognize included many pieces of rouge paper, unsure if they were foundation, eyeshadow, or lip and cheek rouge, among other tools. Even just eyebrow pencils, Xu Chang’an saw several different kinds.
Looking at this, generally when a lady takes two quarters of an hour for makeup, it’s considered quick.
"Miss, can you finish your makeup in a quarter of an hour?" Xu Chang’an asked, "We can’t let Senior Zhu wait forever."
A quarter of an hour.
Yun Qian didn’t like these three words.
As a wife, spending far more than a quarter of an hour to put on makeup, only for the support to last just a quarter of an hour, according to the logic she knew, was yet another reason for a main wife being unqualified and needing to take concubines.
Concubine.
The green-clad girl outside was a suitable candidate.
As Yun Qian thought about this, her face grew absent-minded again, and Xu Chang’an nearby noticed Yun Qian not responding to him, feeling even stranger.
"Miss, you’re not truly tired, are you?"
Drifting off now and then.
If you’re tired, then skip the makeup.
"Not tired." Yun Qian looked at Xu Chang’an, thinking she made a mistake, and how could she have the mind to sleep?
"Then why do I feel like you’re not quite in the mood..." Xu Chang’an blinked, then smirked.
Never mind.
The dazed Miss Yun was still charming, and being a lustful person himself, he didn’t need to think too much and just enjoy.
"Miss, do you really not need my help? With this ss, I can do sothing too."
"..." Yun Qian thought for a mont.
Help her?
Can her husband be of use?
It seed he really could.
So Yun Qian nodded lightly and said calmly, "Wait downstairs for a bit, I’ll call you up once I’m done with my makeup."
"...?"
Xu Chang’an’s smile froze on his face.
Yun...
Miss Yun was asking him to get off the carriage?
Stunned.
"Miss, asking to go down..." Xu Chang’an said, then noticed the finger marks he left on Yun Qian’s face and couldn’t continue his words.
"Go down and wait for a bit." Yun Qian thought once he was far enough away, she wouldn’t see him, allowing her to collect her thoughts.
"Oh." Xu Chang’an sulked.
He knew Miss Yun wouldn’t mind him causing trouble, but at this mont... it was indeed easy to think in that direction.
And he was aware that he really did make things troubleso for Miss Yun, but there was no choice; this was Yun the Serious doing her makeup...
If he couldn’t see, wouldn’t it be a waste of the lovely view?
"Miss, perhaps you can do your makeup while I stay silent?" Xu Chang’an struggled.
Yun Qian quietly looked at him, saying nothing.
Xu Chang’an then raised his hands in surrender, regretfully went down the carriage.
Once Xu Chang’an finally left, Yun Qian let out a long sigh, glanced outward through the gap in the curtains.
In the rain, there stood a woman in Qingyi holding a pear blossom umbrella, quietly.
After Xu Chang’an got off the carriage, he instinctively looked toward the direction of the Qingyi woman, noticed her ditating under the umbrella, no longer in the previous odd state, and nodded.
Thinking about it, Xu Chang’an thought since she’s afraid of the half-demon from the Immortal Sect, it’s better not to use Immortal Sect spells to provoke her.
So, Xu Chang’an pulled out an umbrella from his storage pouch and opened it.
He looked regretfully back at the carriage before letting his sight fall on the white pear blossoms embroidered on the umbrella.
Speaking of which... the pear blossom symbol was really common on Muyu Peak.
He used to think it was so remarkable emblem, but later discovered it was purely because of Wen Li.
Senior Wen... was really popular, making her symbol present everywhere on Muyu Peak.
Including Daoist robes.
Compared to the aning behind clothing embroidery, umbrellas were not often used, so he didn’t pay much attention.
Xu Chang’an looked down at his light solid-colored long robe, recalling the effort it took to find an outfit without pear blossoms embroidered.
After all, he didn’t want to wear clothes with his senior sister’s emblem.
He had a wife, what’s with the pear blossoms.
Although he knew Miss Yun wouldn’t mind these details, Xu Chang’an still aid for perfection in details, sotis feeling he was a bit too ticulous.
It’s just an outfit, Muyu Peak was full of pear blossoms, what was the big deal.
But being in another world, with a beautiful maiden beside...
So, precision and refinent were never excessive.
Xu Chang’an lifted his head, feeling the leftover rouge on his fingers, gently saring it on his sleeve.
Miss Yun’s rouge, couldn’t bear to just wipe it off.
Hmm.
Sure enough, now he wasn’t just lustful, but also lacking ambition.
"..."
Under the trees, the Qingyi woman slled so fragrance, slowly opened her eyes, tightly clutching the umbrella handle in her arms, her light green eyes looked at Xu Chang’an with so confusion.
"Young Master Xu, why have you co down?"
Won putting on makeup weren’t so simple.
"..." Hearing this, Xu Chang’an looked helpless.
How could he say that, that he was like a child in a mischievous act and got chased down by Miss Yun?
Thus, he shook his head, avoiding the topic and said, "Still need to wait a bit before departing."
"Hmm." The Qingyi woman nodded, then looked at the umbrella in her arms: "Young master, concu... concubine..."
She wanted to say sothing, but hesitated, silent for a long ti without producing a word.
"What does Miss want?" Xu Chang’an’s voice remained as calm as possible.
"This umbrella... it’s beautiful, it’s an Immortal Sect item, right? Concubine... concubine has saved quite so silver over the years, though silver to you..."
The Qingyi woman spoke, her intention becoming clear.
She wanted the umbrella.
The answer had to be either agreent or refusal.
"Umbrella?" Hearing this, Xu Chang’an responded.
Not surprised.
But what he said next made the Qingyi woman feel surprised.
Xu Chang’an gently smiled: "Miss, this umbrella is considered Senior Zhu’s property; if you like it, go find Senior Zhu, she’s likely very agreeable."
After saying this, he added: "A normal umbrella, it doesn’t have any Immortal Sect array engraved on it, not worth much silver."
"So that’s it." Hearing she needed to ask Zhu Pingniang, the Qingyi woman seed to heave a sigh of relief.
Xu Chang’an nodded, he simply said sothing casually, his gaze naturally moved from the Qingyi woman back to the tightly closed carriage.
The Qingyi woman gripped the umbrella handle, bowed her head.
Just an umbrella, after all.
Yet she had to place it onto others.
For a mont, the woman didn’t know whether to complint Xu Chang’an’s attentiveness or his clean detachnt from matters.
Indeed, this way, the young master would have no ties to her.
She quietly watched Xu Chang’an’s figure, thinking he was indeed a husband providing his wife with a sense of security.
The woman blinked.
At this mont, following her girlish heart, she wanted to ask Xu Chang’an’s views on the Demon Sect, but couldn’t find a reason, thus continued standing silently.
Maybe, ask the young master what dance he likes?
Yet, seeing how "devoted" he seed in his words with the sisters of Flower Moon Building, she felt she’d certainly not get anything useful.
Still, she asked, and quite openly.
Through the rain curtain, she asked Xu Chang’an’s direction, sowhat uneasily: "Young master, Ms. Zhu invited to perform at the concubine banquet... do you have a favorite dance?"
She was uneasy, but asked with candor.
Xu Chang’an was not surprised at all.
Lute, chess, calligraphy, painting, music, and dance, these were trades for the Flower Moon Building ladies to make their living, and for Miss Xiaoqing, it was her job.
The banquet was held because of him, her asking him was completely normal.
"Dance?"
Hearing this, Xu Chang’an looked even more helpless.
Though unwilling to admit...
He genuinely listened to many tunes and watched various senior sister dances on Muyu Peak.
In this matter, no matter how sensitive or asured he was, it didn’t matter because of work, he couldn’t avoid it... just like the Qingyi woman’s work.
Xu Chang’an thought for a mont, then said.
"Sword Dance?"
This one, he quite liked.
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