Nongbao is three and a half years old in the famine year, and the whole family is a big villain

The woman's sarcastic voice did not restrain itself at all, which was particularly prominent in the relatively quiet auction at this time.

Everyone couldn't help but look at Luo Yan and others.

Luo Jiaojiao secretly took out a lipstick from the supermarket. The lipstick was packaged in a ceramic jar, focusing on the ancient style.

It's not noticeable at all when I take it out.

Luo Jiaojiao handed the lipstick to Luo Yan, "Sister, your lipstick is still on me."

She pretended to be puzzled, "Sister, Mrs. Hairpin's lipstick is obviously not as good-looking as yours. Why are we being ridiculed like this if we don't buy it?"

"Sister, Jiaojiao doesn't understand."

Han Qingge looked at the delicate little porcelain jar in Luo Yan's hand and took it from her hand.

It's cold in the hand, and the small porcelain jar looks more delicate and cute in the palm of my hand.

There is also a vivid and vivid picture of a koi carp entering the water on the body of the jar.

Han Qingge couldn't put it down and played with it for a while, then carefully opened the porcelain jar.

A flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, "I have never seen such an elegant color."

Different from the bright red lipstick used by official ladies in ancient times, the jar Luo Jiaojiao took out was lotus root pink, which was more suitable for Luo Yan's simple and elegant dress today.

The color alone is enough to make people amazed and refreshing.

Han Qingge rubbed her lipstick with her fingertips and lightly tapped it on her lips. "The upper lip is neither dry nor astringent. It is moist. It is completely different from ordinary lipstick."

"Luo Yan, you are so mean. You don't even think about me when you have such a good thing."

As she said that, she raised her eyes to look at the woman who looked a little unhappy, but her eyes kept falling on the bottle of lip balm in her hand.

"You say we are poor? My aunt's money will kill you."

"If you weren't blind, you should know whose stuff is better."

The woman looked unhappy and stepped forward to reason with Han Qingge.

But the person behind him grabbed his arm.

The man whispered in the woman's ear, "Do you know who she is? She is Han Qingge, the daughter of Prime Minister Han. It's best not to cause trouble."

The woman's body trembled and she moved her lips but did not continue to say anything.

The women in this auction are all well-known people in the capital, and the purpose of coming this time is just for Mrs. Hairpin's rouge and gouache.

But there is clearly something better out there right now.

One of the women couldn't help but asked, "Girl, where did you buy this lipstick? Can you let me have a look?"

One woman took the lead, and the other girls couldn't hold it any longer.

"Yes, girl, where did you buy this rouge? I have never seen such exquisite rouge and gouache."

"Girl, please give me a price for this color and texture. I'll buy it no matter how much!"

"I want the jar you have!"

"I'll pay you 50 taels! Give it to me!"

"80 taels!"

"..."

Luo Jiaojiao and others looked at each other in confusion.

They originally followed Han Qingge to see Hua Zhou, but somehow they actually auctioned off the lipstick that Luo Jiaojiao took out.

Luo Yan had a gentle smile on her face, "Ladies, this jar of lip balm was made for me by my family. It has special meaning and cannot be sold."

"Girl, when will your family open a rouge shop in the capital? We will definitely support it."

"Yes, let's open a rouge shop!"

Luo Yan and Luo Jiaojiao looked at each other. They couldn't understand why the topic suddenly changed to opening a rouge shop.

"Okay, it's her business whether she can open a rouge shop, so don't hang around here." Han Qingge frowned.

Seeing Han Qingge's expression was not good, everyone present did not say anything more.

He just looked at Luo Yan with longing eyes.

Han Qingge pulled Luo Yan and walked out, "I originally brought you to Huazhou to take pictures of Mrs. Hairpin Flower's rouge and gouache. I didn't expect that your rouge and gouache would be thousands of dollars better than Mrs. Hairpin Flower's. times."

He said a little downcast.

Luo Yan smiled and said, "It's okay. You have good intentions. We have never been to a place like this. It's good to gain some knowledge."

"Sister Qingge, we have also prepared a rouge and gouache for you. Why don't you come home with us to get it today?" Luo Jiaojiao said with a smile.

Luo Jiaojiao looked at Luo Yan standing next to Jiang Zhiyu with her peripheral vision.

Sure enough, after hearing that he wanted Han Qingge to come to the house, the corners of his lips curled up involuntarily.

While several people were talking, a pleading voice penetrated into the ears of several people.

"Please, please don't!"

"No? I've paid so much money, and you still dare to tell me you don't want it. I'm here to ask you for it, and no one dares to say no."

The two sentences that came and went instantly made Luo Jiaojiao and others frown.

Looking over at the sound, I saw a man pressing a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl onto the table.

The woman was dressed simply, with tears streaming down her face, and there was a smashed pipa in the corner.

The woman who was pressed on the table seemed to see Luo Jiaojiao and others, and her eyes burst out with strong vitality, "Help me, please help me!"

Han Qingge's face turned cold, and he pulled out a bright red whip from his waist.

"Pa", the whip struck the man hard as if a water snake danced in the air.

The man screamed in pain.

He stared at Han Qingge's face with cruel eyes, "How dare you hit me, you stinky bitch? Do you know who I am? I am Wang Dequan. If you provoke me, you won't even know how you died!" "

His eyes fell on the faces of Han Qingge, Luo Yan and others, revealing a naked and lustful smile.

"How about this? As long as you stay with me for one night, I won't pursue the matter of beating me just now?"

Luo Yan's eyes turned cold.

Is that Wang Dequan?He wrote it down.

The woman who was pressed on the table took the opportunity to run away quickly, sobbing and crying.

Luo Jiaojiao looked at Wang Dequan with pity, shook her head and smiled.

Perhaps Luo Jiaojiao's move was too obvious and attracted Wang Dequan's attention.

"why are you laughing!"

"I laugh at you for being so cowardly and ignorant of life and death!"

"do you know……"

Wang Dequan was interrupted by Luo Jiaojiao before he finished speaking.

"I don't know who you are, but do you know who she is?" Luo Jiaojiao pointed at Han Qingge who was holding a whip.

Han Qingge snorted coldly and gave him a few more whips without mercy.

The beating made him grin and scream like crazy.

"You look very pitiful, let me give you a heads up." Luo Jiaojiao grinned, "Who else in this capital is obsessed with wearing red?"

Wang Dequan suddenly thought of a possibility, and all the drunkenness in his mind disappeared.

Looking at Han Qingge in horror, "Could it be that she is..."

"Congratulations, you got the answer right, but there is no reward!"

Luo Jiaojiao looked at him with pity and spread her hands, "I heard that Prime Minister Han loves his daughter the most. What do you think Prime Minister Han will do to you if he knows about this?"