The afternoon sun was so fierce that the yellow sand road in the border town steamed up and distorted the air.
It was dark and cool inside the "Fu Yan Rouge Shop".
Shen Tinglan was sitting behind the pear wood counter, using a small jade pestle to slowly grind the things in the stone mortar.
Inside the mortar was a dazzling scarlet color, as thick as old blood that could not be dissolved.
It was a fine red and blue flower that was cheaper than gold. The "Drunk Fairy Face" rouge made from it could be sold for twenty taels of silver for a small box.
However, among the scarlet, there were still a few strands of dark green fine roots.
The pungent smell of the rhizome mixes with the sweetness of the red and blue flowers to form a strange and dangerous aroma.
