Little rich farm girl

Jade Butterfly smiled sadly, pulled off the veil on her face and said to Liu Yuanyuan, "as a brothel girl, my face has become such a ghost. Can I still live?"

Liu Yuanyuan was busy saving people just now. He didn't want to see the Jade Butterfly's face. Now the Jade Butterfly took off the veil, and Liu Yuanyuan had a chance to look at the Jade Butterfly carefully.

A melon seed face has a beautiful face, a pair of willow eyebrows look warm and moist, there seems to be sparkling in both eyes, there are all kinds of customs, and the skin is delicate, white and tender. It is really a beauty.

But this beautiful and moving face is untimely full of black spots. It looks like a picture of beauty, accidentally sprinkled with ink. Such a beauty has an indelible flaw. Anyone who sees it should regret it.

"Jade Butterfly, what's the matter with your face?" Liu Yuanyuan asked carefully, afraid of accidentally touching Jade Butterfly's sadness.

Jade Butterfly squeezed out a wry smile. "If only I knew. These spots began to grow six months ago. At first, they were only a few faint spots. I didn't take it to heart. I didn't expect that the longer they grow, the more they see me. The dignitaries who used to say they wanted to marry me home now seem to never know me."

Liu Yuanyuan thought to himself, if you don't have a beautiful face, these ministers under your skirt who are attracted by your beauty will disperse. There is nothing more amorous in the world than people.

Liu Yuanyuan looked closely at the black spots on the Jade Butterfly's face, got close, and smelled a faint special smell on the Jade Butterfly. Liu Yuanyuan searched repeatedly in his memory, recalling the source of the taste.

Finally, Liu Yuanyuan patted his head and remembered that the taste was clearly lead powder.

"Jade Butterfly Girl is still polished today?" Liu Yuan Yuan has seen in the book. In ancient times, in order to pursue the white and tender complexion, ancient women used lead powder to make foundation, and the lead powder was applied to the face. The skin would show a soft and foggy face, which looked fair and smooth, and the pores would not converge too much.

The Jade Butterfly stared for a moment, and randomly pulled out a small satin round box from her arms. "I have always been rubbing this powder." the beauty of the woman is indeed true. This Jade Butterfly has moved the thought of thinking, and it still carries the box foundation.

Liu Yuanyuan took the brocade box handed over by Yu die and sniffed it gently. That's right. The smell of lead powder came from this box of white powder.

Since ancient times, these women have been looking for ways to make themselves more white and tender for the sake of beauty. Although this lead powder is an excellent powder to reconcile the skin color, the ancients did not know that lead powder is a toxic heavy metal. If it is applied to their face for a long time, it will only slowly poison them. As a red girl in a brothel, yudie naturally has to apply powder every day and rub powder every day for years, Natural toxicity is faster than ordinary girls. The black spots on the face are the best proof of lead poisoning. Normally, if such lead powder is rubbed for ten years, the side effects of poisoning will certainly appear on the face. Therefore, in the ancient poems, they all lament that the beauty is perishable. No matter how beautiful the face is, the reaction of poisoning is reflected. It is also that the face withers like flowers and the beauty is lost.

Liu Yuanyuan looked at the Jade Butterfly painfully, like the beautiful family members of flowers. In the face of such a embarrassed appearance, it's no wonder that the Jade Butterfly would want to die.