away from the heart

Chapter 139 Exploring the Hall of Valor 1
The moon is in the middle of the sky, the night is quiet, and the incense burner in the Canary Palace is curling up.

Chuyue sat in front of the case, flipping through "Guanshan Chronicle" in his hands, but his mind was full of what Xue Yao said during the day, and a blush flashed on his face.

Maybe start over?She put down the book in her hand, and deeply forgot about the night outside the window: I don't know if he is on duty tonight, what he is doing at this time...

Just as she was thinking about it, Na Xi pushed open the door and walked in loudly.Chuyue was taken aback: "Why didn't you knock on the door?"

Naxi glanced at her inexplicably: "Our grassland is full of tents, and there has never been such a troublesome thing as knocking on the door." She said, and walked up to Chuyue, "Put your feet out."

Chuyue stretched out her foot hesitantly: "You, what do you want to do?"

Na Xi grabbed her ankle, revealing the copper bell on her ankle: "This is the foot bell worn by our prisoners and slaves in Xizhao. Why do you have it?"

Chuyue blushed: "I... I just wear it for fun."

Naxi found another hairpin from the side, inserted it into the keyhole, and then untied the copper bell: "But I think you don't feel very comfortable wearing it."

"No, I'm used to wearing it, not to mention I have the key myself." Chuyue buckled the copper bell again with a smile, "So you look fierce, but you're a nice person. Hey, it's so late , why are you still awake?"

Naxi gave her a blank look: "The time on the grassland is different from that in Nansang. It's not dark yet. Besides, the bed you prepared for me is as soft as if it's sunk in the mud. Can't sleep." Her eyes fell on a cup of strong tea on Chuyue's table, "Why are you still drinking this late at night?"

"I... I always go to bed late too."

Na Xi nodded, pressed the beauty couch beside her, was very satisfied with the hardness, lay down on it, took out a small wooden stake and a carving knife, and started to carve something.

Chuyue was stunned: "You, you're not leaving?"

Na Xi glanced at her, and said indifferently: "You are busy with your work, I am busy with mine, don't bother each other." He started to engrave again.

Chuyue nodded and turned the book again.This person, who is so arrogant and anti-customer, is somewhat similar to Xue Yao...

Chuyue stayed up until the sky turned white, and immediately closed her eyes and fell asleep.It was three poles into the sun before I opened my eyes again, but saw that the stream on the bed of the beauty opposite was also sleepy, and couldn't help laughing: "It's really the first time for me to meet someone who has the same day and night as me."

"So much nonsense, I just couldn't sleep last night."

Chuyue ignored her, and laughed grinningly. She got up and went to the vanity mirror to prepare her makeup, but found that the bottles and cans on the stage were scattered in a pile. Her heart tightened, and she rushed out of the room and shouted, youngest--"

"Stop shouting." Na Xi waved his hand, "I did it."

"What are you doing with these?" Chuyue looked at Naxi strangely.

"These look like hidden weapons."

"What? Hidden weapon?" Chuyue laughed out loud after being amused, and straightened the collapsed bottles and cans of compacts, "This is the red and blue flower rouge that I applied on my face when I got up, and this is the peach blossom dew that I applied when I went to bed. It's made of dragonfly wings, this is the juice of impatiens, and it's used to dye your nails...these are all very common things, don't you usually use them?"

Na Xi shook her head, "No, I don't have as many famous tricks as you."

"I don't believe it! You must have powdered it!" Chuyue stretched out her hand and wiped Na Xi's face as she spoke.

"You really didn't wear powder," Chuyue said in surprise, "Your skin is too good."

Na Xi crossed her arms and looked dismissive.

"Otherwise, I'll try these for you?" Chuyue blinked at Naxi.

"Come on, come on, don't be shy." Saying that, Chuyue pressed Naxi in front of the vanity mirror, took out the new eyebrow pencil from Panxiang Pavilion, and traced Naxi's eyebrows.

"This type of eyebrow is called Crescent Eyebrow," Chuyue muttered, "It's the so-called, lazy to paint Emei, late to make up and wash."

"All right, all right," Na Xi waited impatiently, "just draw a few times."

At this time, Xue Yao was standing outside the window, watching the two girls draw their eyebrows and eyes in front of the mirror.

(End of this chapter)