Portable Space: The Peasant Princess

Along the way, mother and daughter Hu and Yang Xiaocui kept talking. The contents of their words were either praising Yang Ping for being handsome and outstanding, or praising the county magistrate's daughter for her beauty.

Gu Panxia just kept silent from beginning to end, no one knew what she was thinking.

Yang Xiaocui talked to Mrs. Hu all the way, but didn't see any reaction from her. She felt aggrieved and a little frustrated at the same time.

They found that Gu Panxia seemed really different now, and they couldn't even guess what she was thinking.

In the past, Gu Panxia liked Yang Ping very much, so he was very respectful to them every time he met them and never dared to speak loudly.

But now Gu Panxia not only turned a blind eye to them, but even when they spoke so loudly, he never even touched his ears.

Mrs. Zhao didn't know if she was addicted to flattery, but she actually joined the ranks of those who made Gu Panxia their enemies.

"Girl Gu, do you think this boy Yang is a good match for the county magistrate's daughter?"

The atmosphere fell silent instantly, and the three of them stared at her. The same look and actions made Gu Panxia couldn't help but laugh.

"Look what Aunt Zhao said, it's not up to Pan Xia to decide whether Yang Tongzi is worthy of the county magistrate's daughter? Besides, what do these other people's affairs have to do with me?"

It’s not like she was full and holding herself up, and then ran to observe others to see if they matched her.

Besides, Yang Ping's skin is just fairer because he has been studying in the town all year round and does not work in the fields. He is pretty at best. How can he be as handsome and handsome as Hu said, no one can match him?

"You are a sensible person, and you know that my brother's affairs have nothing to do with you!" Yang Xiaocui snorted coldly.

Gu Panxia glanced at her lightly. Just now, she didn't see Yang Xiaocui's face because she wasn't paying enough attention. Now that she looked at it, she looked really funny.

I saw that the dark face was covered with white powder, the mouth was still bright red, and the neck was dark, which formed a sharp contrast with that face.

After all, Yang Xiaocui is her daughter, so her treatment is naturally different from Yang Ping's. Yang Xiaocui almost covers everything that Yang Ping doesn't have to do.

No matter where it is, this phenomenon of favoring boys over girls is universal, not to mention this backward rural area?

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Yang Xiaocui was a little frightened by Pan Xia Youyou's eyes, and her butt unconsciously moved towards Hu.

Gu Panxia chuckled, "Miss Yang, it's better not to talk. Your words can easily pollute the air."

Yang Xiaocui was stunned and didn't understand what she was talking about.

"Don't you understand?" Gu Panxia raised her eyebrows and explained kindly: "When you talk, the powder on your face flies everywhere, which really pollutes the air."

"you you you……"

Now Yang Xiaocui finally understood, and her face suddenly turned red. She pointed at Gu Panxia for a long time but couldn't say a word, so she had to look at Mrs. Hu for help.

Mrs. Hu glared at Gu Panxia fiercely, and then comforted her daughter: "Ignore her, she is just envious. She wants to buy this fan but she can't afford it."

Gu Panxia felt that the journey was long, and it would be interesting to bicker with the mother and daughter.

"Look what Auntie said, Panxia doesn't think she has a long life, so how could she buy such a harmful thing to put on her face?"

"Harmful to health?" Upon hearing this, Ms. Zhao touched her face nervously.

Naturally, she also put on powder, but in order to save money, she didn't put on much powder.

"Nonsense. If it was harmful to health, wouldn't all the ladies from rich families have died long ago?"

Mrs. Hu naturally didn't believe her. She had wiped a lot of them over the years, so why didn't she see anything wrong?

Gu Panxia's lips curled up slightly and she said with a smile: "Really? Auntie, do you think that you can afford the same rouge and gouache as those ladies? A box of rouge costs at least one tael of silver. What Miss Yang put on her face is probably... How much is it?"