Detecting fragrance and ugly concubine

The din of chasing the thieves outside gradually subsided, Maliang slowly stood up from behind the screen, and raised her head cautiously to look around.

According to the layout of the room, this should be the room where the woman lives. It is fresh and tidy, clean and elegant, and there is a faint fragrance in the air.

Ever since Zhenliang crossed over, she has always been very sensitive to pleasant smells, because she always remembers her original intention of crossing over, so once she smells a fragrance she particularly likes, she will immediately guess whether this fragrance is hers or not. Do you have to look for the body fragrance that Xiangjun naturally exudes?

At first, Macool wondered if the scent she smelled was the deodorant left by other people, but she soon discovered a censer that was burning spices, that is to say, the scent she smelled was just from the censer. It is not a body fragrance at all.

A little disappointed, Masuzu continued to walk around the room and look around.

Inadvertently walking to the bronze mirror and seeing her own figure, Zhenliang was almost frightened by her poor image.

The people in the mirror, regardless of gender, looked sloppy, not to mention their ragged clothes, and their faces were dark, as if they had been covered with a layer of ashes. Although the two brown spots were covered, the overly dark face It seemed extremely abrupt, even scary.

The most recognizable thing about the whole face is her pair of beautiful big eyes full of spirit and aura. However, paired with a dark face, it is really a bit of what they call a villain.

Zhenliang sighed, tore off a rag, and washed his face several times with the warm tea on the table until his face was completely clean.

Looking at the face in the bronze mirror that had returned to its normal appearance, Zhenliang felt that she still looked more accustomed, more natural, and even better-looking with brown spots.

Immediately, Zhenliang couldn't help but chuckle, is she too narcissistic?Can an ugly girl with big brown spots on her face be called pretty?

Laughing at himself, Masuzu took off the tattered men's clothing, opened the suitcase in the corner of the room, and looked.

You never know the full extent of things until you see them.

As a woman's suitcase, Zhenliang took it for granted that there should be colorful clothes in it, of various styles, textures, and categories...

Unexpectedly, although the clothes in the suitcase were all women's, they were all white—pure white without any other color embellishment.

Zhenliang thought to herself, the hostess of this room must be a white lover, and she doesn't like white, or even a clean freak, right?

After sighing, Zhenliang took out a suit from the suitcase and put it on. Except for the slightly longer skirt, the overall look is not bad. After all, except for people with extremely dark skin, everyone can control white.

Then, Masuzu took out a white handkerchief from another drawer dedicated to wearing accessories, and temporarily folded it into a mask to cover most of his face.

After tidying himself up, Zhenliang realized that he was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back, and he was about to lose his footing.

The only thing that can be eaten in this room is a pot of warm tea, and just now she only cared about washing her face, leaving no way out, so now even drinking saliva has become an impossible extravagant wish for her.

I was busy tidying myself just now, and I didn't care about my hunger and thirst. Now I realize it, but the more I care about it, the more I find it difficult to bear the devastation and torture of hunger and thirst.

Zhenliang knew that she could never continue to stay in this room with no food or water. She had to go to other places to find food and water.

When she ran away from Congrong City, she did carry 500 taels of silver bills and a lot of broken silver with her, but now, all her money-laden bags are at Lao Lin's house, and she absolutely cannot and dare not go back there.

Therefore, Zhenliang understood that unless she was willing to be a cheeky beggar and go to the street to beg, otherwise, she would not be able to buy any food from the street, because she was already penniless.

If she hadn't dressed up as a man, she still had some valuable jewelry on her body that could be pawned or sold off. However, in order to dress up as a man decently, all the jewelry she took off from her body were all packed in the same bag.

Oooh!

Zhenliang really regrets that she didn't bring some money with her, now she's all right, she's about to start wandering around with nothing, what's the matter!

Without the energy to imagine her uncertain future, Zhenliang knew that her most urgent task was to quickly solve her food and water problems.

Since it was impossible to beg or trade on the street, she could only hope to slip out of this room and slip into another room—a room with any food that could fill her stomach.

Best of all, right next door.

After making up his mind and looking forward to it, Zhenliang tiptoed to the back of the door, first listened to the movement outside for a while, and after confirming that there was nothing abnormal, he opened the door slightly and looked outside.

After a while, Zhenliang was almost sure that the place she broke into was definitely not the Jiyuan called Ren Juncai, but the restaurant on the left of Lao Lin's house, and she could even hear the sound of "Pengjiu" coming from downstairs. The sound of drinking from a jar.

Taking a deep breath, Masuzu pulled the door open in one go, quickly went out and closed it, then ran to the right quickly, and finally stopped at the third door.

Why didn't she run to the left, and didn't stop in front of the first and second doors, but stopped in front of the third door?It's just based on her feeling, or it's a gamble of luck.

Zhenliang stood in front of the third door and listened closely to the crack of the door. Seeing that there was no human voice coming from inside, he carefully pushed the door in and tried to push it in.

The door was not locked, and, unexpectedly and quickly, I saw the mouth-watering scene inside the door.

On a large round table, there were sumptuous dishes, some of which were still steaming.

The only strange thing was that although the circle around the round table was full of chairs, there was no sign of anyone taking a seat.

I didn't go into the reason why there was no one in the room. Zhenliang's ability to withstand hunger and hunger had reached its limit, and she really couldn't go on any longer. Neither her body nor her heart could handle that table. Dishes turn a blind eye.

She must hurry to grab them!

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhenliang broke into the third door without any hesitation, and closed the door with his backhand.

She actually wanted to lock the door at the same time, but once the door was locked, wouldn't it be more dangerous if someone wanted to come in?

So Zhenliang gave up the idea of ​​locking it, rushed to the table as soon as possible, grabbed a few pieces of the most filling meat, and then hid behind a cabinet in the room, gobbling up the meat in his hand.

She was afraid that someone would come in and find that the dishes had been tampered with, so she didn't put too much meat on the same dish, but only took one piece from each dish.

After Masaru stuffed all the meat into his stomach, the door was suddenly kicked open from the outside, and there was a burst of noisy voices, there were male voices and female voices, and most of them were male voices.

Zhenliang's heart hangs in her throat, she only knows that she broke into someone else's place and ate other people's things, she never expected that soon, right away, she will meet the person who made her suffer the most in her life. man in tears.