I stuffed it back, touched it again, took out a small knife, and a piece of banyan wood that was gradually taking shape, and carved a wooden figure in one go. Last time on a whim, I used this to practice the flexibility of my wrists and fingers, and I carved a rabbit at random.

Who would have thought that Ximen Hao, who was willing to kill people without paying for his life, saw this and shouted at the top of his lungs that he wanted more.

Among so many people, that little guy was the only one who made her feel happy when she saw him, and it was hard to refuse his cute request. The coquettish look of his little brother reminded her of the young Xiang Yun, and she couldn't help but feel a warm feeling at the corner of her mouth.

Smile. Under the sun, she put away her needle-like sharpness and bone-deep indifference, and showed a touch of gentleness. Even she herself would not believe that she could have such a side. Footsteps sounded not far away, and Xiang Xue had not had time to look back.

, an innocent and childish voice reached my ears: "Third Sister, Third Sister!"

The round little body suddenly rushed over and hugged Xiang Xue's waist. The unfamiliar touch made Xiang Xue clenched her fists suddenly, resisting the desire to throw them out, took a deep breath, and then turned around and touched with a smile.

He touched Ximen Hao's fluffy hair and pinched his smooth and tender face. It felt so good: "Little Pig Hao, you are naughty!"

"No! Xiaozhuhao is very well-behaved! Third sister, are you waiting for Xiaozhuhao? Let's go to Aunt Qi's house to play together!"

Ximen Hao didn't have any foresight. Seeing that everyone called Qi Zhongmin's wife "Mrs. Qi", he directly understood her as Mrs. Qi. She was called Aunt Qi all the time. No matter how she said it, she couldn't change her name.[

Xiang Xue raised her eyebrows slightly and squinted her eyes. It was surprising that so many people had come. It was almost time. The demons and ghosts all came out. Which song should we sing now?

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Anping Street is very lively with people coming and going. People with colorful hair and pretty faces are everywhere as far as you can see. The smell of creamy powder permeates the air, and various shops are lined up in rows.

There are the most famous ready-to-wear store in Tangling, Pingxiafang, the largest rouge manufacturer Ningxiangge, and the most outstanding jewelry seller Linglongpu. They all have their head offices on Anping Street. Although there is no shortage of restaurants and teahouses, there is a chain effect.

, most of the things I buy are women’s products.

Among the four streets in the inner city, Anping, Fuchang, Shunmin, and Mingxiang, Anping Street is the shortest and closest to the Imperial Palace, but its consumption level is the lowest. Although it is also a wealthy area, Anping Street has a hidden identity and is extremely powerful.

Because of the wealthy businessmen, the rent here is not as high as the other three streets.

Many small stalls and hawkers mainly sell exquisite but not expensive hairpins and powders. Of course, they also sell some mid-to-high-end products. Girls from ordinary families can still find some good things from time to time. Even Pingxiafang

Such a "famous store" that is highly valued by the concubines in the palace always has good materials with reasonable prices and excellent quality for ordinary women who love beauty but are unfortunately short of money to buy.

"Madam, what do you think of this skirt with scattered flowers like smoke? The material is made of pure silk spun out by a kind of ice silkworm in Nanzhao. It is light, delicate and rare."

Shopkeeper Chen is the old boss of Pingxiafang Headquarters. She has always been famous for her precise and ruthless vision. As a businessperson, she is good at everything, but she has some eyes that are too high for the average official's wife. At this time, she can't catch the eye.

At this moment, she was holding a pale white wrap skirt with fear and fear, and was cautious about the few who had just entered.

Although they never reported their identities, several of them were wearing fabrics dyed with flowers. It is unique to Pingxiafang in the world, and only ten horses are produced every year. Five of them have been sent to the palace, and three have been ordered by Beichuan.
Chapter completed!