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8. Chapter 8 Fabricating Identity

After bathing, a set of light-colored plain clothes was placed aside. Fortunately, it didn't look very complicated, and she could handle it by herself. As soon as she put on the light-colored plain clothes, there was a knock on the door.

She walked out and opened the door.

When he saw it was Zuo Zuo, he raised his eyebrows and walked into the house.

"This girl looks really good in this outfit." Zuo Zuo looked at Bei Muqing and praised him sincerely.

Her face was already extremely beautiful, but now that the dirt on her face has been washed away, even the trace between her eyebrows can be easily seen to be the pattern of a butterfly. The dress is the most plain and simple style, but she wears it

Her body is still inexplicably beautiful. Clothes are obviously not the best for her.

Bei Muqing just raised her eyebrows and smiled without saying a word.

"By the way, my lady sent her maid to see if the girl is well. The girls are already waiting in the front hall for her to have lunch."

Her white jade-like slender fingers tapped rhythmically on the dressing table. She looked at the little girl standing behind her through the bronze mirror: "Zuo Zuo, please bring my lunch here, I won't go out for the time being.

"

"This..." Zuo Zuo seemed a little embarrassed.

"We women outside the Great Wall are all girls with bold personalities and don't have too much etiquette, which is different from you here. Therefore, I don't want to go out when I don't understand anything. In order to avoid making any mistakes to your young lady.

Adds trouble."

"Wait a minute, girl. I will send someone to bring lunch to the girl right now. Does the girl have any preferences or taboos?"

"No." She has never been picky about food, as long as she can fit it into her mouth.

Zuo Zuo felt blessed and walked out.

Therefore, lunch was still held in the room.

After a while, Zuo Zuo came in with several maids, each holding a cup with a dish on it. Zuo Zuo placed six or seven dishes on the table: "I don't know if Miss Mu Qing likes it."

I don’t know what to eat, so I prepared two more dishes. If it still doesn’t suit the girl’s taste, the girl can speak out. Our chef at Jieyu Building is very good at cooking.”

Bei Muqing smiled, sitting at the dressing table, combing her silver hair with a wooden comb. Her long silver hair, which had not been completely dried, was draped over her shoulders and back. She looked at several girls standing aside:

"Okay, I'm not picky about food."

"Then girl, please come and have a meal first. After your hair is dry, I can comb the girl's hair into a bun." Although her hair is silver, her hair is of excellent quality.

Bei Muqing looked at the silver hair on her head in the bronze mirror and stood up: "Zuo Zuo, go and serve your lady. I don't need it here. As for the bun, I don't need it. I'm not used to it."

Zuo Zuo thought for a while and guessed that this was also the temperament of a woman outside the Great Wall. She was not used to being taken care of by someone nearby or combing her hair, so she did not force herself, put rice in the empty bowl and looked at Bei Mu Qing.

"Young lady, please use it slowly." Then he led several maids and left.

Bei Muqing walked closer and looked at the table full of dishes. She was indeed a chef with excellent cooking skills. Everything looked so beautiful and delicious. Moreover, the smell really made her stomach protest when she didn't feel hungry at all.

Already.

Take care of what you have come, and use it as soon as you have delicious food. Anyway, you have already worn it if you don't wear it. Moreover, even if you want to leave to find them, now is obviously not a good time when you are penniless. Eat enough and drink enough.
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