"Obviously very talented, I don't go to study poetry and books, but I try my best to make money with some crooked ideas all day long, or I'll pay you back your rent, don't go to Cheng?" Ximen Chuchu stopped and looked at Duan Shaojun and whispered. "If you really lack money, I can lend it to you."

The smile on Duan Shaojun's face gradually faded, looking at this woman who really cared about him, her face was pleasant, but she shook her head extremely firmly. "Thank you for your kindness, I am a big man, I have hands and feet, and I have brains, and I earn money with my brains and wisdom, is it wrong?"

"But, but those things ......" Ximen Chuchu glanced at Duan Shaojun, and really didn't know how to describe it.

"Are these things as evil as you think?" Smiled helplessly and bitterly, Duan Shaojun lightly nodded Ximen Chuchu's smooth forehead. "Would you look down on those women in the Qinglou Pavilion?"

"What are you doing? Of course not, no matter how much they are, most of them are forced by life to embark on this road......" Ximen Chuchu rubbed his forehead and pouted.

"Yes, they don't despise themselves, do you think I look like someone who despises me?"

Ximen Chuchu shook his head obediently. Duan Shaojun stood with his hands in his hands. "What I've designed is just one part of the clothes that I wear, and it's good for people...... Besides, what woman doesn't want to dress up more beautifully? ”

Of course, there will also be people who say that we disdain the skills of obscenity, but it is these people who have just forgotten that the clothing, food, housing and transportation we live in are not ordinary things in the eyes of our predecessors?

But in the end, these people wore silk and satin, used pen, ink, paper and inkstone, drank the wine of the south, and ate the mutton of the north, but they never seriously thought about it, if it were not for those strange and obscene skills, where would they have clothes to wear, and where would they have sheltered from the wind and rain......

Looking at Duan Shaojun, who had a melancholy expression in front of him, Ximen Chuchu put his hands on his bulging chest, these big truths are so simple, but he has never heard anyone say it.

It is those literati and scholars who met in the past, either pretending to be generous and sad, or moaning without illness, going to the brothel of the Qinglou, just wanting to kiss Fangze and leave a romantic reputation in the land of fireworks.

But he is different, Ximen Chuchu can hear it, and every word he says is deep in his heart.

"I don't have anything to lose for them when I try them on, and if I can use it to enhance their attractiveness, it's a win-win for them and for me."

“…… How? I was speechless by my words, deeply moved, ready to repent and change my mind? Hiss...... This little bastard. Duan Shaojun rubbed the elbow that was pinched by Ximen Chuchu, who was suddenly mad, and couldn't help but say angrily.

Ximen Chuchu held his little hands behind his back, ran a few steps, turned his head sideways, and looked at Duan Shaojun, the enthusiastic smile on his pretty face was enough to melt the remnants of snow in early spring. "Bad guy, don't hurry up yet!"

Throwing down such a sentence, Ximen Chuchu, who was happily humming a minor tune, took the lead, and his slender figure was like a colorful butterfly dancing among the flowers.

Looking at the girl who was as happy as a lark, Duan Shaojun walked towards with a relaxed smile on his face.

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Duan Shaojun came to Yixiang Pavilion with a small package, and as soon as he entered the pavilion, the spicy eyes of several flower-like women fell on Duan Shaojun's body, and it didn't take much effort for these women to come over.

"Why did Duan Gongzi come to the building so early today, didn't he want to find his sister to talk to you?"

"Duan Gongzi, the slave family is also good at dancing, but unfortunately I haven't found a suitable lyrics, I don't know if the son is free today, go to the slave house to ......"

Duan Shaojun suddenly fell into the encirclement of the pile of fat powder, although this made him quite useful, but the warm fragrant nephrite frequently squeezed over, and the eager faces and eyes made Duan Shaojun feel that he was not like he was visiting the Qinglou, but rather like the illusion of being divided by a group of female mountain kings who wanted to rob men to go up the mountain.

"Girls, don't make trouble, be careful of offending Duan Gongzi, the old body is not dependent." At this time, Qi Niang appeared in front of Duan Shaojun with a smile. The women reluctantly dispersed, but Duan Shaojun's face and neck seemed to have something more, Duan Shaojun reached out and wiped it, and what he started was the slippery rouge lipstick.

Duan Shaojun couldn't help but feel hot with his old face, his grandmother's, he was not a casual person, but now he was actually eaten by a woman like tofu, but he was embarrassed to shout indecisively, it seemed that this revenge was difficult to revenge.

Qi Niang walked up to him, and when she saw Duan Shaojun staring at the rouge on her fingers with a complicated expression, she couldn't help but smile. "Duan Gongzi, the girls admire your talent so much, and there are many people who can't wait to recommend their own pillows. Childe, you have a lot of adults, don't worry about these girls. ”

"No, I'm not like that." Duan Shaojun embarrassedly smeared the rouge on his hand on the package in his hand.

"Childe came over so early, isn't there something wrong?" Qi Niang approached with a smile, and the strong fragrance of fat powder on her body made Duan Shaojun's nose itch, and he almost sneezed on Qi Niang's fleshy fat face.

"Well, I don't know if Miss Su Su is here?" Duan Shaojun took half a step back without a trace, and then asked with a smile.

"Su Su is in the sleeping flower pavilion in the backyard, how about the slave family lead the way for the son?"

"Don't dare to bother Qi Niang, I know where Miss Su Su is." Duan Shaojun hurriedly shook his head and refused politely, he was going to ask Miss Su Su to try on underwear, what if this Qi Niang volunteered to be a model? Glancing at Qi Niang's beer-barrel-like figure, Duan Shaojun couldn't help but shudder, his aesthetics were not up to the point where beauty and ugliness were all-encompassing.

"That's fine, son, go by yourself, the old body still has to call someone to clean up, save the night, and the building is still messy." Qi Niang was very busy with interest.

Duan Shaojun picked up the package in his hand and walked quickly towards the backyard. Passed through the elegant but not kitsch atrium, came to the backyard, this backyard is really not small, in the shade of flowers and trees, several small buildings, but they all look extremely delicate looming in it.

And Miss Su Su's attic is in the innermost two-story attic in the backyard. When I came to the attic, I saw that the door of the building was empty, and in the crack of the door, a young girl was sleeping at the desk.

Duan Shaojun's knock on the door woke up the maid Qing'er, who was taking a lunch break, and after Qing'er yawned coquettishly, she gently opened the door of the building a small crack, and after seeing the person clearly, she couldn't help but show a bright smile. "Duan Gongzi, why are you here?"

"Why, don't you invite me in and sit down?" Duan Shaojun smiled and said.