Concubine [Slow Wear]

When Lin Xianxian woke up, she found herself in a quaint room. She was a little confused, and a strange memory came into her mind. It was the life of a slender woman who looked a bit like a white lotus.

First, she was forced to be a concubine by her own young lady, and then inexplicably became the touchstone of the young lady's uncle's affection. Those two are more in love with each other, but it's a pity that this flower-like and delicate little girl is wasted in this inner house. Withered, although she did not worry about food and clothing, she did not have the freedom to choose. She lived a life of humiliation, and even her final death was so silent, and many girls and sisters from the same background as her also looked down on her behind their backs.

Seeing that Lin Xianxian, who was inexplicably brought into the identity of the concubine, is very hurt, sometimes she really wants to enter that scene, shake the little white lotus, and ask her to stop complaining and feel sorry for herself, it is time to fight and jump! Why should the culprit be proud and happy.

Just in this indignant mood, that memory was over, Lin Xianxian rubbed her swollen temples, turned her head to look around, and suddenly came up with a not-so-good conjecture. The quaint dressing table in front of the bed hurriedly stumbled towards it, fumbling around on the dressing table with both hands, and finally opened the mirror case.

When the face in the bronze mirror that belonged to the little white flower in memory came into Lin Xianxian's eyes, her mood was broken.

Thinking that she was doing well in modern Bai Fumei, she never lacked food, clothing and men, and she never imagined that one day she would dress up as a concubine whose life and death are in the hands of others.

Lin Xianxian frantically clenched her hair on the temples with ten fingers, an urge to slash her horn again in her heart, and just as she was thinking about whether her soul would return after she died, a mechanical voice sounded in her mind. It rang in the middle.

"Hello, host, welcome to..." Unfortunately, the voice was interrupted by Lin Xianxian's irritable "Get out" before he could finish his sentence.

That voice continued to work hard without giving up, "Host, I'm here to help you..." System No. 8.

And Lin Xianxian's response to it was, "Get out, get out!" For Lin Xianxian, who has read thousands of novels, it's not too cliché. She intuitively thinks that she will be pulled here, it's definitely her In her mind, this SB playing Ying'er moved her hands and feet, so when her eldest lady got angry, she couldn't care about anything, and she just came up with a meal.

No. 8... With such an irrational host on the stand, No. 8 is speechless, "Host, don't you want to return to your world?"

Lin Xianxian finally reacted this time, she raised her eyebrows, "Can you send me back? Immediately?!"

"Uh... This can't be done for the time being, it needs you to complete..." No. 8 was interrupted by Lin Xianxian before he could finish his words, "Then you talk shit." I feel that if someone dared to say that, she would not hesitate to burn everything.

No. 8... This host's temper is really explosive, and No. 8 wants to sigh. Why is it so unlucky? It came to a small world for the first time, and it came to a world with no three in the world. No girl is willing to be its host. There is indeed no soil for the existence of the mistress in that world.

So it can only pass through the world barriers and re-select a small world to reincarnate in. You must know that doing so is very energy-intensive, so when it comes to Lin Xianxian's world after all the hardships and hardships, its own energy has also been consumed. It's almost done, it can only randomly choose Lin Xianxian, who is closest to it, as its future host, and while she is sleeping, it uses a little trick to disturb people's dreams, making Lin Xianxian, who is eager to fall asleep, in a daze. gives a 'yes' answer.

Such a binding method is indeed a bit of a bandit. If the host goes to the background to report it, it may be completely cold, so when it faces Lin Xianxian, it will inevitably be a little lack of confidence.

As for Lin Xianxian, she doesn't remember this at all. Her attitude towards this system is to want it to shut up and help it to complete some **** tasks. In her own world, she has the final say on how to live. For this reason, even if she earns a fish and dies, she is not afraid of it.

No. 8 sensed the attitude of his host, and his whole body was trembling. Those host norms, he didn't even dare to mention it, because he was afraid that this fiery host would really pay attention to studying it. Come, send him directly to the West.

The system became quiet, and Lin Xianxian's anger gradually subsided. She looked in the mirror carefully and found that this little white flower's face was quite in line with her aesthetic. Women are always hard to resist beautiful things, especially this one. Zhang beautiful face now belongs to her.

In fact, her own face is not bad, but she lacks a bit of beauty. Most of her radiance and beauty are piled up by cosmetics and money, but there are still some places that make her not so satisfied. She once thought about whether or not to have a cosmetic surgery, but the cases of cosmetic surgery failures were so scary that she could never make up her mind. Coupled with her physique that was afraid of pain, she could only look at those flaws. Even if it doesn't matter, it's not just beauty that can make her happy anyway.

But now, when she woke up, she actually changed into a watery Daiyu face, um... This kind of subtle novelty calmed down her desire for a newspaper office, and even raised a bit of fun.

Anyway, no matter how you stay, it's better to bring your identity and play casually. It's like playing a holographic live-action version of cosplay. Is it worth the slack she felt when she looked at that memory? ! She doesn't have the great sentiment of using her own happiness to fill a hole for others!

Facing the bronze mirror, Lin Xianxian lightly patted her white, tender and small round face with her slender jade fingers. She smiled stubbornly, and inadvertently brought out a bit of Daji-like charm.

Lin Xianxian looked in the mirror for a while, the door was pushed open with a creak, and a little girl walked in with a washbasin and a towel, "Aunt Hong, get up!" The little girl put the washbasin on the dressing On the washstand beside the table, he put the towel on the bar above the washbasin, and said to Lin Xianxian who was still sitting in front of the dressing table, "The servant girl who washes the face water has called you, wash up and dress up, or else I won't be able to greet my wife in time!"

Lin Xianxian looked at the little girl. According to the original owner's memory, this little girl was named Xiangchun, and she was quite loyal to the original owner. That may be the reason why the original owner's character was not very reliable. Li, cares about the mother's heart, so sometimes his words show a little bit of maturity.

Lin Xianxian had no problem with this little girl's attitude. She was thinking of the original owner's name from the three words "Hong Yiniang". What a name with cannon fodder characteristics, Lin Xianxian slapped her lips and tasted it, and she felt that compared with the name Cuihong, even the two words toon looked a lot more foreign. At least the name Toon sounds like A dramatic role.

Lin Xianxian complained about the deity's name in her heart, while taking care of herself under the service of Toon, but she did not ask Toon to help with makeup. Not bad, she likes to puff up any color, as if she loses money if there is less puff, but it flattens the beauty of Xiao Bailian.

After dressing up, Lin Xianxian looked in the mirror and asked Toona sinensis to fetch the honey, and dipped her little finger on her lips to make a thin gloss. In this way, although her face without makeup looked a little pale, However, the pink and white lips that were slightly moist and pearlescent against the light also filled this plain with a little temptation. When the little white lotus was so tender that she could see the fluffy white skin, it was really invisible. The eye-catching and careful machine is brought into full play.

Lin Xianxian took a picture in the bronze mirror again. With her plain makeup, she reached out and took off the two overly colorful hairpins on her head. She picked a light jade bell from the makeup box. Lan's hairpin was on top of the jet-black crow's feather. Although the water head of this jade looked cheap, the color was introverted and lustrous, which was much more impressive than the colorful hairpins.

And Lin Xianxian's set of actions was different from the past, and she was really stunned by the little maid Xiangchun, "Auntie, why are you suddenly...?!" Suddenly dressed up? ! It seems a bit wrong to say that, my aunt is not even a fan today, but this aunt in front of me is much more beautiful than before! Of course, the biggest doubt in Xiang Chun's heart is not that her aunt has suddenly become beautiful, but... Xiang Chun can't describe that feeling, she feels that today's aunt seems to be very vivid.

The little girl was a little bit stumped by her own expression, Lin Xianxian just glanced at her in the mirror, then took out the eyebrow pencil from the makeup box, and filled in some eyebrow tails for Xiao Bailian's Yuandai eyebrows. In this way, Lin Xianxian frowned lightly in front of the mirror, and easily turned the original owner's pitiful feeling of weakness into a delicate and beautiful feeling, so that this little white lotus finally had a kind of delicate blooming. smell.

After completing this step, Lin Xianxian looked at Cuihong in the bronze mirror again, and was finally satisfied. Wait, it was her first meeting with the 'enemy'. As an experienced female 'fighter', how could she not be well Assemble your own 'armor'!

"Let's go!" Lin Xianxian stood up gracefully, and stretched out her plain hand in front of Toon, screaming in her heart, silly girl, don't be stunned, and help me to fight! !

The author has something to say: I originally wanted to write another article, but I got stuck... Writing this is a lot of writing... I have already laid down and accepted my fate.

The copywriting has been changed. I am afraid that the new cuties will misunderstand the attributes of the heroine, so I specially put the original text

This is a slow-moving essay that frees oneself.

Lin Xianxian was bound by the concubine's counterattack system in her sleep, and the trouble began.

The female protagonist is always arrogant and self-willed, and whether she is serious or not depends on her mood.

The heroine has a lot of problems, but she won't feel wronged.