I was a beauty blogger in ancient times

We arrived in front of the Erqi Beauty Makeup Festival in no time, maybe because we were too busy a while ago, but when we got there, we became more relaxed, feeling a sense of tranquility before the storm.

It seemed that he had been busy for too long a while ago, and Zhao Yiqing felt uncomfortable all of a sudden when he was free, and he always wanted to find something to do. He thought about it, and for some reason, he remembered Fang Qingge outside the city.

So he slapped his thigh and decided to go see Fang Qingge again on a whim. He always felt that there was some secret in Fang Qingge.

Mu Di suddenly became busy again in February. He went out early and returned late. To make money and treasures was to settle the bills of Zhao's shop, and he couldn't leave. Ji Maocheng didn't know that he was busy in secret recently. What, in the end Zhao Yiqing could only find Huang Huaijian who seemed to have nothing to do.

Originally Huang Huaijian didn't want to go, but after hearing Zhao Yiqing describe Fang Qingge's beauty, he dragged Zhao Yiqing to go.

This time when they arrived at the other courtyard where Fang Qingge was, the cautious maid had disappeared, and was replaced by a gentle and polite maid.

Not even a maid, but a young lady.

As soon as she opened the door, Zhao Yiqing said, "I'm Zhao Yiqing, here to send Miss Fang an invitation for the [-]th Beauty Festival."

The servant girl didn't stop Zhao Yiqing from going in, but made a salute and said, "Thank you Mr. Zhao, do you want to come in and have a cup of tea before leaving?"

This good attitude made Zhao Yiqing wonder if he came to the wrong place.

When Zhao Yiqing was in a daze, Huang Huaijian had already responded, "Then bother."

Then he hurriedly opened the door and went in.

Then, there was an exclamation from inside the door, "Ah——!!!! There is a ghost!!!!"

Immediately afterwards, Huang Huaijian pushed open the door and ran out, crying and hid behind Zhao Yiqing, tremblingly saying: "No, no dye, there are ghosts, there are ghosts!"

The door gradually opened, revealing the scene in the yard.

Fang Qingge was still dressed in plain white, standing under the locust tree that he could see as soon as he entered the door, his lips were as red as blood, and he smiled miserably at Zhao Yiqing.

"Why am I here... because there are ghosts in the wood."

Huang Huaijian immediately rolled his eyes and passed out.

When he woke up again, he was already in the room, Zhao Yiqing asked Fang Qingge to sit not far from him, and he didn't know what he was talking about, while the maid who didn't look like a maid was standing behind Fang Qingge and looked at her with a smile. With Zhao Yiqing.

No one noticed that Huang Huaijian had woken up, except Fang Qingge.

Her dark eyes fell on Huang Huaijian at once, and Huang Huaijian was so frightened that he hid under the quilt.

Seeing this, Fang Qingge smiled. This time, she did not have a sinister feeling, but came from her heart. In an instant, she added a bit of gentleness that belonged to a lady, and she said: "Yingtao, Mr. Huang must be frozen. Now, go and bring a bowl of ginger soup."

Yingtao said yes, saluted and went out.

As soon as he reached the door, Fang Qingge stopped her again and said, "I remember it's ginger soup, don't make a mistake."

This order is a bit inexplicable, because no one will misunderstand Jiangtang.

Perhaps it was because Yingtao was careless.

Zhao Yiqing didn't think about it, but felt that he was inexplicably relieved after Yingtao went out, and felt that the atmosphere between him and Fang Qingge was relaxed.

So he stood up, walked to Huang Huaijian, lifted the quilt suddenly, picked up Huang Huaijian who was curled up into a ball, and said in disgust: "You are not ashamed!!! How dare you look like this in front of other girls!!!"

Huang Huaijian was pulled into a mess, covered his eyes and didn't look at Fang Qingge, and put his head into Zhao Yiqing's arms.

Seeing this, Fang Qingge laughed out loud. Without Yingtao, for some reason, she relaxed a little, covered her mouth and smiled, "Young Master Huang is really interesting."

Fang Qingge's voice was originally very nice, clear and sweet like an oriole singing in spring, but she always spoke with a gloomy voice to cover up her good voice. Now when she was speaking seriously, the contrast was too great for a while, and Huang Huaijian was shocked. Liao looked around for the source of the sound.

Fang Qingge laughed even happier, and joked: "Mr.

Sex is so interesting, I'm afraid it won't be very popular with little girls. "

After realizing that it was Fang Qingge who was speaking, Huang Huaijian blushed instantly, rubbed his head and looked at Fang Qingge innocently.

Fang Qingge looked at the bed beam suddenly, and asked without thinking: "Mr. Huang, do you know what kind of wood this beam is made of?"

Zhao Yiqing groaned inwardly, fearing that Fang Qingge would fall ill again, and wanted to stop Huang Huaijian from speaking.

It's just that it was too late, Huang Huaijian looked up at the beam of the bed stupidly, and replied, "I don't know, what kind of wood is it made of?"

"It's made of locust wood, because..." Fang Qingge stared at Huang Huaijian, her eyes were very small, and the blackness in her eyes was very scary.

Suddenly, she grinned and made a giggling sound.

"Because... the wood is full of ghosts!"

Huang Huaijian was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he sat there in a daze, not daring to move, his tears were dripping down, and he didn't dare to wipe them off.

Zhao Yiqing covered his face, it was over, the child was frightened stupid.

"Hahahahahahaha..." Fang Qingge sat at the table beside him and laughed, while Huang Huaijian sat on the bed and burst into tears. Zhao Yiqing was once again bewitched and didn't know what to do.

Fortunately, Yingtao came back soon, and saw Fang Qingge laughing there as usual, put the ginger soup in his hand on the table, and said to Zhao Yiqing and Huang Huaijian: "My lady is sick, I'm afraid it's not good. If you keep Young Master again, if the hospitality is not good this time, you will definitely make up for Young Master next time."

As soon as he heard that he could go, Huang Huaijian suddenly came back to his senses, cried out with a wow, and hurriedly finished writing and was about to run outside.

"Hold on."

As soon as Huang Huaijian ran to the table where Fang Qingge was sitting, Fang Qingge suddenly stopped laughing, called Huang Huaijian, and returned to his previous gentle appearance, smiling, "Young Master Huang, I haven't had any ginger soup yet."

Huang Huaijian stood there without daring to move, Fang Qingge asked him to drink the ginger soup, and he took a quick gulp, then closed his eyes and turned pale, making Zhao Yiqing almost suspect that the ginger soup was poisoned.

After Huang Huaijian finished drinking the soup, Fang Qingge stopped talking, looked down at the table, and smiled sinisterly.

Zhao Yiqing had no choice but bowed to Yingtao and said, "I'm laughing."

He dragged Huang Huaijian, who was too scared to move, and left.

On the way back, although Zhao Yiqing felt a little sorry for Huang Huaijian, he still felt that his trip was not in vain.

Although he didn't find anything useful, he was even more determined that Fang Qingge had many secrets, and it was even possible that this secret was inextricably related to him.

It's just that he didn't have time to think about it that much, because the [-]th Beauty Festival is about to start.