Ugly Beauty: The Second Miss Waste

Chapter 73
Qingcheng is dressed in white, holding a fan, dressed as a man, cold and indifferent, this temperament is somewhat similar to Jun Qingli, especially when Qingcheng takes out the special mask that is exactly the same as Jun Qingli and puts it on his face.

"Miss, this is it." Liu Yan asked in confusion.

Qingcheng smiled slightly and looked at her.

She did it on purpose. That man Jun Qingli is definitely not an ordinary person. Now he is dressing up like him, and there are people from his past around him, Liu Yan and Yutong. She wants to see if going out like this will make her feel good. Some clues will be found.

"Stop talking, change into clothes, let's go!" Qingcheng asked them to change into men's clothes, and bought a carriage with a lot of money a few days ago. After remodeling, it is luxurious and luxurious, but not vulgar. The overall frame of the carriage is made of wood It is huanghuali wood, huanghuali is the most noble, and it is only used by high-ranking officials and dignitaries.But Qingcheng used this wood for the entire carriage, and it was inlaid with night pearls, all of which were the same size.The air of luxury is overwhelming, and besides being hollowed out, the curtains of the carriage are made of Shu brocade, smoky blue, which adds a bit of elegance to the nobility.

The horses that pull the carriage are all Jueying, one of the top ten famous horses, and there are two of them.This generosity, this grandeur, is just out to show off wealth, but showing off wealth also shows off the level.

Qingcheng worked so hard to achieve this point with a purpose, and everything used for the carriage cost several thousand taels.

The horses pulling the cart cost another few thousand taels, which added up to almost 1 taels. Liuyan and Yutong were about to cry.

I wailed in my heart: miss, burn money, don't take you to burn it like this!

Liuyan and Yutong were driving outside, and Qingcheng was lying comfortably in the carriage with something under her body, but she didn't feel too bumpy.

The carriage is about the size of a room, with everything in it, tea, couch, and incense.

After walking for about two hours, I arrived at the most famous brothel in Canglan, Qinglian Pavilion.

It was already night, but the place where Qinglian Pavilion was located was brightly lit, people were coming and going, and it was extremely noisy.

Most of the people who came to Qinglian Pavilion were dignitaries, kings and grandchildren, and when Qingcheng's carriage stopped, they received a lot of attention.

"Heh! This is Jue Ying! There are still two horses!"

"That's huanghuali! The carvings are amazing!"

"Who is in there? And which dignitary is it?"

"I don't know, I haven't seen it."

Most of the people were staring at each other, waiting to see who would come out. Qingcheng had already heard the commotion outside in the carriage.

He straightened his skirt, put on his mask, and lay down inside.

Liu Yan lifted the curtain and said respectfully with low eyebrows: "Master, we're here."

The curtain was lifted, and everyone poked their heads to look inside, but they were quite frightened by the chill.

A boy in white clothes came out from inside, with a folding fan on his waist. Although he was thin, the chill radiating from the inside out made people feel chilly in this night.

Qingcheng walked in, and wherever he went, he gave way everywhere.

The son is like a cold moon, soaked in ice for a thousand years, that's probably how it is described.

Probably because Qingcheng's demeanor is too cold and elegant, so when entering, it seems out of place.

It's like a celestial being strayed into the mortal world, but no one dares to say anything.

Liu Yan and Yu Tong followed behind, keeping an eye on nose, nose, mouth and heart, as long as they were good followers.

The old bustard greeted her, not as vulgar as in the TV series, but generous and dignified, but about thirty years old, with a little makeup, not vulgar at all.

"Young master, where do you come from? Why are you so awkward?" the old bustard asked respectfully.

"I'm looking for Gu Hongzhuang!" The voice was cool, like spring spring.

The old bustard slightly frowned, and said awkwardly: "My lord, we don't meet visitors easily with red makeup!"

(End of this chapter)