Dressed as a villain's stepmother, I use spiritual springs to raise cubs

Zhou Lan's eyes drifted, but her words were still fierce.

"I heard it from a friend. Isn't it okay to listen to gossip?"

Xia Bai'an smiled: "Of course you can listen to gossip, but since Miss Zhou Lan is afraid that I will play tricks in the dark, why don't you choose any bottle, and I'll use it on your face directly, and let everyone have a look?"

Zhou Lan was slightly taken aback.

On the contrary, the passers-by all nodded their heads.

"This method is good. Anyway, your face will become like this in a few hours. If the boss uses it and your face becomes red and itchy, then there is something wrong with the chilblain ointment!"

Zhou Lan hesitated.

However, Xia Bai'an said with a slight smile: "Miss Zhou, you don't have to hesitate, you can choose whatever you want. And for the sake of justice, I also ask Miss Zhou to choose another commoner with frostbite on her hands. I am willing to pay two taels of silver to let her try it for us. Try the effect of chilblain ointment."

Two taels of silver!

Many common people followed suit, showing their chilblains, wanting Zhou Lan to choose them.

Even if it really sucks, it will always be fine.

But taking two taels of silver and going home, this year will be better!

The passers-by were very excited, but Zhou Lan still stood there stubbornly, refusing to choose.

Xia Baian raised his eyebrows in a calm manner, "Why didn't Miss Zhou choose? Or...are you guilty?"

"What nonsense are you talking about, who is guilty!"

Zhou Lan got angry from it, seeing passers-by accusing Chenxiang Pavilion from the beginning, and starting to booed for two taels of silver, she seemed to be riding a tiger.

She had no choice but to bite the bullet and choose a box, and then picked an old man with the most serious frostbite from the crowd.

"Just try it!" Zhou Lan said, putting the selected box on the table, her fingertips brushed Xia Bai'an's cuff intentionally or unintentionally.

Xia Bai'an noticed her gaze, and asked someone to bring a cloth belt, tie up the wide cuffs, and then went to get chilblain ointment.

She laughed: "I can't let everyone think that I changed the chilblain ointment in private."

"..."

Zhou Lan's face became extremely ugly.

How did she see her intentions?

At the same time, Xia Bai'an applied chilblain ointment thickly to half of his face.

Li Xiuhong came out, and applied chilblain ointment on the old woman's hands, asking, "Does mother-in-law feel any discomfort?"

The old woman shook her head: "It's just a little sticky, but the smell is really nice."

Xia Bai'an stretched out his hand to the old woman: "Mother-in-law, please do it for a while, wait for the effect."

"Okay." The old woman sat down with a smile.

The waiting time was extremely long.

Seeing that there was no change in the two of them, Zhou Lan felt as if she was sitting on pins and needles, wishing to escape as soon as possible.

And Liu Pipa saw it, but took advantage of the waiting time to come out with hibiscus clear dew and some soothing incense, and smeared it on his face on the side of the street, calling it a beautiful name.

"The things in Chenxiang Pavilion are the first time in the capital, and they are the only ones. I know that all the ladies and girls in the capital are frightened and dare not take risks easily. It’s lively, let’s introduce it.”

"..."

Zhou Lan's face turned dark.

She came to question the people in Chenxiang Pavilion, but the people in Chenxiang Pavilion took advantage of this matter to continue to make signs!

Why are you so shameless!

And Xia Bai'an just tasted tea indifferently.

Without morals, anything is possible.

Doing business is shameless, and wealth is close at hand.

She thought that someone would come to find fault, so she naturally told Liu Pipa early to make preparations early, and turn the downturn into a good opportunity for her family to turn around at any time.

Liu Pipa smeared hibiscus clear dew on herself and all her fellows, and balm, and lit the tranquilizing incense, causing passers-by to whisper and look at these things, and their eyes shone.

Zhou Lan suddenly wanted to run away.

But soon, passers-by also remembered the purpose of coming to see the fun, and suddenly called Xia Bai'an.

"It's been more than half an hour, and the proprietress's face is still fine!"

"Yes, and the old lady's hand is still good."

"How can I look at it? The place where they have applied chilblain ointment is smooth and tender."

The eyes of the people were attracted again.

Zhou Lan quickly covered her face, while Xia Bai'an stood up calmly: "It seems that there is nothing wrong with our Chenxiang Pavilion."

The old woman also stood up slowly: "My frostbite doesn't itch anymore."

"Of course, our chilblain ointment does add some antipruritic herbs." After Xia Bai'an explained, he looked at Zhou Lan again, "Miss Zhou Lan, now that the matter has been clarified, shouldn't you also apologize to Chenxiang Pavilion? gone?"

Zhou Lan's face turned pale.

She immediately put on the veil and stood up against the table: "What are you apologizing for! Didn't I just make a mistake, why do I need..."

The voice did not fall.

Xia Bai'an suddenly stepped forward quickly, and pulled off the veil on Zhou Lan's face with lightning speed...

Even with the sores on her face.

"what--"

There were screams from the crowd.

Many people backed away one after another, shouting: "Her face has been torn off!"

Zhou Lan was shocked, and wanted to stop it, but Xia Bai'an's fierce and fast strength was not comparable.

Only a thud was heard.

Xia Bai'an was holding the veil in her hands, and the 'sores' torn from her face, she even put it to the tip of her nose to sniff lightly.

"The pus made of flour and pollen, the rotten sores coagulated by rouge and sesame paste, and some soft mouth fat. This pair of rotten sore skin is really well done!"

After finishing speaking, she ruthlessly threw the 'rotten sore' in her hand on the ground, slamming every word.

Only then did the passers-by react, and they were shocked when they saw the things on the ground.

"It's fake!"

"There's nothing wrong with her face!"

"This is deliberately slandering Chenxiang Pavilion."

There were only red marks left on Zhou Lan's face. She was scolded by someone poking her spine. She was so ashamed that she didn't dare to see anyone, and she wanted to run away while covering her face.

But Xia Bai'an took him back severely.

Zhou Lan felt that her wrist was about to be twisted off, and she was shocked: "Let go of me! Don't tell me you still want to kill me!"

"Killing you, it's not enough." Xia Bai'an smiled, but pulled her directly to the ground, while he sat down on the bench calmly, staring at Zhou Lan who was prostrate on the ground, and paused every word, "If you did something wrong, you should apologize."

"Yes, apology!" The surrounding people booed one after another.

Zhou Lan's eyes were red with anger, and she knelt in front of Xia Bai'an, wanting to spit all over her face unwillingly.

But just as she raised her body, her shoulders suddenly sank.

She turned around, behind her, Qian Mingshu was squatting behind her like a little ruffian, the knife in his hand was pressing heavily on her shoulder, and he smiled at her: "Look at the knife in my hand, is it worth your apology?"

After finishing speaking, Qian Mingshu drew out his long knife, and the cold light reflected from the blade fell on Zhou Lan's face.

Zhou Lan only felt a chill creeping up from her feet, and hurriedly turned her head and kowtowed to Xia Bai'an.

"I was wrong! I was wrong! I beg the boss to spare me!"