"It's almost dawn. It's not suitable to stay here for a long time. You'd better leave as soon as possible while it's dark."

Du Qiaoyun hears the cock's crowing outside, knows that it's almost dawn, and hastens the man in black to leave.

"Good!" The man in black didn't say much. He left directly. When he came to the door, he couldn't help looking at Du Qiaoyun.

See Du Qiaoyun is taking off his cloak again, ready to go back to the quilt.

Du Qiaoyun is a beauty, a beauty from head to toe.

Even if you don't look at the front and just look at the back, you can be captivated.

Her long black hair dripped down at random, with a bit of languid amorous feelings. She only wore a small dress on her upper body, revealing a large area of snow skin on her back, half covered by long black hair.

Back skin white as snow, long hair black as ink, mutual reflection, forming a distinctive contrast.

Let Du Qiaoyun's beauty more impact people's heart.

The man in black looked at the shocking scene.

His eyes were full of obsession but not the slightest color of greed. In the end, the obsession turned into pain and sorrow.

Beauty is like a flower across the clouds!

The man in black turned away absolutely.

……

Today is a thrilling day. After everyone else has gone, Du Qiaoyun completely relaxes and almost sleeps with his pillow.

Although Du Qiaoyun sleeps fast, he doesn't sleep long because he has something in his heart.

When she heard the faint sound outside, she reluctantly got up from the warm quilt.

She has to perform a good play today, so as to repay the Revenge of the old godmother who beat her in the face in public yesterday.

Du Qiaoyun specially chose a set of white clothes to put on, so as to make himself look delicate.

After putting on her clothes, she went down and looked at the big bronze mirror in the room.

Although Mrs. Zhao didn't like her, her indifference was only on the back. On the surface, she was very polite and friendly.

The yard is remote, but it is not dilapidated, and the things inside are excellent.

For example, the large polished bronze mirror in front of him was more than a hundred times stronger than the small one in Xie Zhifeng's room.

Du Qiaoyun saw that her appearance was clearly reflected in the bright bronze mirror. Although she was beautiful, her face was a bit haggard, especially her eyes were covered with red silk. She looked like she had cried hard.

No wonder she was so haggard that she slept less than an hour last night.

Now this appearance is just right, Du Qiaoyun is very satisfied with his red eyes, can see his face is too ruddy, and some discontented to frown.

She picked up the homemade powder and put a thick layer on her face and neck, even her pink lips, trying to make herself look pale and gaunt.

After drawing the makeup, Du Qiaoyun looks at the pale and haggard figure in the mirror and smiles with satisfaction.

But soon she gathered away the smile, thin moth eyebrows gently frown, Phoenix eyes show a little light worry.

Du Qiaoyun picked up the things he had brought to Zhao's house at will. He made a small bundle of cloth and carried it on his back. Then he went to the main courtyard to look for Mrs. Zhao with a hearty look.

Heping often chooses some remote paths to take different routes. Du Qiaoyun today chooses the most popular road.

Along the way, all the people who met Du Qiaoyun saw her appearance. Although no one asked, they couldn't help showing a curious look in their eyes.