Yang Qian, who looked hopeless, leaned on the bed, and the bronze mirror on the dressing table was moved over.

Xiaoke's identity certificate belongs to the Xia Kingdom, so the makeup needs to be done according to the Xia Kingdom's habits.

Cao Wushuang rubbed orange powder on Yang Gan's brows, the center of his brows, and the ends of his brows, making him dizzy.

Xia women prefer orange makeup, focusing on thick eyebrows and light brows and tails.

I like to draw long and thick eyeliner to give my eyes a distinct red-and-phoenix eye shape.

The lip color is mainly dark red, and the Xia national style is more bold, but the lip makeup, in Yang Qian's opinion, is the classic cherry lip makeup that has been continued later.

"Don't move, otherwise don't blame me if you wait for the painting to end." Seeing Yang Gan twisting and turning, Cao Wushuang pulled his head away.

"Ah, please be gentle. Your head has been ripped off. I don't know where you got such strength."

Yang Qian complained, but he held boxes of rouge and gouache in his hands and kept sniffing them.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's so white. White lead must have been used. I don't know if it will poison my face. Damn it, I have sensitive skin. It's really annoying."

Since Zhang Yumeng started making skin care products and cosmetics, many rouges and gouache in Yuntongcheng have removed the heavy metals in them. Otherwise, if they are used for many years, the face may be damaged.

Wearing Shang Guo's clothes, he pulled up his hair and tied it into a double bun. At that age, it is necessary to tie up your hair. Cao Wushuang may have felt that something was missing, so he took out his Bu Yao from the jewelry box and gave it to Yang Qian. stand up.

When Yang Qian pressed the rouge with his lips, Cao Wushuang couldn't help but take two steps back.

Yang Qian, who only looked expressionless, had now become extremely beautiful, even more beautiful than himself.

"Everyone in the crowd seems to be looking at each other, and the color of the human world is like dust."

"It's so beautiful~~~!" Cao Wushuang exclaimed in amazement.

Because she wears a double bun, in addition to her stunning beauty, she also has a hint of cuteness and cuteness. Anyone who sees her will fall in love with her.

Yang Gan frowned and shouted, "What are you doing? Are you ready?"

The originally demure appearance was immediately shattered by Yang Qian's habitual voice. Cao Wushuang was stunned and said regretfully, "Can't you make your voice gentler? It's a waste of time for such a good person."

Yang Qian spread his hands and said, "What do you want me to say? Now you are satisfied. Don't disturb my rest."

Seeing that Yang Qian was very resistant, Cao Wushuang immediately grabbed his hand and said with a smile, "No, you have to learn how a woman talks and how to walk."

Yang Gan was horrified and wanted to throw her hand away, but found that Cao Wushuang was using very strong force. "You, what are you doing? I don't want to imitate women. If someone comes, I will sit on the bed and say I don't feel comfortable."

Even though he said this, Yang Qian still couldn't help holding the bronze mirror and lying on the bed with a lazy look on his face.

Perhaps because of the hot weather, Yang Gan pulled up the hem of his clothes, revealing his small, white legs, which attracted Cao Wushuang's sideways glances.

Yang Qian may not know how enchanting his posture is at this time, but no matter how enchanting he is, he is just self-admiring.

Three days passed in a blink of an eye.

Yang Qian was put on by Cao Wushuang early in the morning every day, but it became too troublesome so he kept wearing women's clothes. By the way, women's clothes in this era were tighter than men's clothes, and there were no special clothes for summer. I was so hot that I really wanted to go back to Yuntong in an instant.

"Dong dong dong~~~!"

Just when Yang Qian was scratching his itch, there was a knock on the door. When he wanted to open the door, he was stunned.

Cao Wushuang would not knock on the door every day when he came back. Since he knocked on the door, then...

"Ahem~~!" Yang Qian pinched his throat and shouted hard.

"Who is it?"

"Open the door and check your ID."

Yang Gan's expression suddenly changed, he put Su Tiedao under the bed, came to the door, took a deep breath, and slowly opened the door.

A general was fierce and wanted to say something, but when he raised his head, his eyes instantly became dull.

Thinking that it is better to do less than to do more, Yang Qian laughed and said, "Master Jun, are you checking your identity documents?"

"Master Jun, Master Jun...."

Seeing the general's eyes dull, Yang Gan couldn't help but urge him a few times.

The general immediately reacted, became humble, and said with cupped hands, "Miss, is Mr. Cao here?"

"Oh? She went out to buy something."

"Where are your credentials."

"Here~~!" Yang Gan handed over his identity certificate, and suddenly the general grabbed Yang Gan's hand and kept touching it.

Yang Qian's whole body suddenly stood up, his brows furrowed, and the corners of his mouth twitched, thinking about whether to kill this bastard.

Seeing the smile on Yang Qian's face, the general slowly opened his ID card and saw that it said yes.

Xiao Ke, Xia Guo, female, 15 years old.

"My dear, I am in my prime years, are you suitable for marriage~~~!" The general suddenly stepped forward, his eyes bursting with a strong light of possession.

Yang Gan instinctively stepped back, one after another, and reached the bed. The corner of Yang Gan's mouth twitched fiercely.

"Go away, you're numb, your mouth smells bad."

Suddenly the general grabbed Yang Qian's hand, possibly because of his injury. His brows instantly furrowed, and his delicate cheeks showed an expression of pity.

The general's eyes widened, and when he was about to take further action, a figure walked in.

"General, what's the matter with coming to my place?" Cao Wushuang walked in and asked displeasedly.

The general was startled, raised his hands and said, "Mr. Cao."

"You have been conducting small checks in the past three days and one large check in five days. This is my friend. Do you want me to enter the palace and say hello to the people above?" Cao Wushuang's cold voice sounded.

After the general handed back his identity certificate, he touched his head and said sheepishly, "Miss Ke, I don't know if you have any plans to stay in Fuyan for a long time."

Yang Qian breathed out his nose and hummed, "No."

"It's a pity that I don't have a match~~!" the general said depressedly. He handed over his hands and went back. Looking at his back, he suddenly felt very desolate, as if he was single and was given a good guy card after confessing his love.

When everyone left, Cao Wushuang handed the bamboo tube over and said with a strange expression, "You~ like men?"

Yang Gan's face instantly showed an angry expression, "I like your size, damn, if it weren't for Fu Yan, I would have chopped him into three pieces and chopped him into six pieces."

Cao Wushuang smiled and said, "Okay, okay, drink it quickly, don't be angry."

Yang Gan suddenly grabbed the bamboo tube and drank it in one gulp, muttering, "I'm so angry, I'm so angry. I've never lost such a big person in my life. No, I'm going to kill him, kill him."

Seeing that Yang Qian was gradually becoming obsessed, Cao Wushuang immediately said, "Just bear with it, the form is stronger than the human. Leave when the arrow wound on your back is better, otherwise things will change later."

"Ouch~~!"

After pulling out the iron knife from under the bed, Yang Qianjie said, "He's lucky. If he were left in Yuntong, I would have ten thousand ways to make his life worse than death. Damn it, he actually teased me. I'm so disgusted." Don’t take this tone.”

"You know, just now he touched my hand with a pig's hoof."

Cao Wushuang looked at the Su Tiedao in Yang Qian's hand and kept tutting, "How many people have you killed in the royal city, and the knife has cut them like this?"

I saw that the Su Tiejiao was full of gaps, especially the huge one in the middle. It is estimated that if I cut more people, the knife would break.

Yang Gan thought about it carefully, shook his head and said, "It is roughly estimated that there are about two hundred people. Anyway, there is one sword for each one. However, many of them are equipped with long Ge and long halberds. Anyway, they can't kill them all. Fortunately, they grabbed a few bronze swords, otherwise the swords It was cut off long ago.”

When he thought of the scene at that time, Yang Gan's face unconsciously showed the joy of surviving the disaster. Soldiers rushed over in an endless stream, and if he hadn't killed him quickly, he would have died.

If he was held back by a heavy crossbow or a long sword, he would have been chopped into pieces.

Cao Wushuang carefully inspected the wound on Yang Qian's back and fell silent.

Yang Qianze couldn't help but ask, "How is it? Can I leave? I don't know if King Shang is dead."

"He's not dead. I went to the palace yesterday. His mouth is crooked and his eyes are slanted now, and he keeps having tongue licks. Alas, it's worse than death, but..."

Yang Gan was stunned. Isn't this just like paralysis? He has no quality of life at all, and he can't even take care of himself.

"Just what?"

"Your arrow wound is almost healed, but I didn't handle it well, so I'm afraid it will leave a scar. It would be a pity to leave a scar on such a good skin," Cao Wushuang said regretfully.

Yang Gan waved his hand, thinking it was something.

"It's just a scar, it's okay. As long as it's not disfigurement, there's nothing to be afraid of. Scars are a man's glory."

Regarding scars, I guess all men have the same attitude. As long as it doesn't hurt the body or disfigure the face, there's nothing to be afraid of.

Feeling Cao Wushuang's strong fingers, Yang Ganqi said, "By the way, master, how many small joints have you worked on during this time?"

"I've been working on six small joints, and the progress is a bit slow. Give me some pills when we get to Yuntong."

"Elixirs are nothing, but your efficiency in treating small joints seems a bit low." Yang Qian hasn't finished treating large joints yet, but the fascia of small joints is obviously much less than that of large joints, so in theory it shouldn't be difficult. That's right.

Cao Wushuang sprinkled allicin on Yang Qian's wound and covered it with clothes. He felt a little depressed, "I'm already in my twenties. I'm too old. If I can get through it before I'm fifteen, I'll have a higher starting point."

Yang Gan turned his head and looked at Cao Wushuang's beautiful face, unable to say a word as he was stuck in his throat.

You are in your twenties. This is called too old. Is there any reason for this?

Yang Qian was born in the 1980s in his last life. Wouldn’t he be a mummy? I remember when I was using Douyin at that time, the little fairies born in the 60s and 70s were jumping out to find a partner, feeling that they were all dissidents on the run.

Zhang Yumeng and Zhao Wenmo are both very young. Could it be that they are considered old? Alas, the lifespan of ancient people was indeed very strange.

If there is no war and sufficient medical resources, it should be no problem to live beyond the age of fifty. Thousands of years are simply not enough for human genes to evolve much.

A few days later, Yang Qian wrapped his long hair around his temples and kept looking at his phone. His body gradually recovered. Although he was still a little weak, compared to ordinary people, the speed of his body recovery was incredible.
Chapter completed!