Shangguan Zhixing is definitely implying something.
Narrowing her sinister eyes, Fang Yiren turned on her computer and searched for Tongquancao
Tongquan grass is an annual herbaceous plant of the genus Tongquan grass, 3-30 cm high, hairless or sparsely pubescent. Racemes are born on the tops of stems and branches, often with flowers near the base, elongated or formed into upper parts.
Bundle-shaped, usually 3-20 flowers, flowers are sparse; calyx is bell-shaped; corolla is white, purple or blue. Capsule is spherical; seeds are small and numerous, yellow. The flowering and fruiting period is from April to October.
It is found all over the country, but no specimens have been found in Inner Mongolia, Ningxia, Qinghai and Xinjiang. It grows on moist grass slopes, ditch edges, roadsides and forest edges below an altitude of 2500 meters. The whole plant of Tongquancao can be used to relieve pain, strengthen the stomach, detoxify and reduce swelling.
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Fang Yiren originally thought that Tongquancao was some great plant, but she didn’t expect that it was such a lowly thing that could be seen everywhere [
Shangguan Zhixing actually asked Sikong Lingge to add this kind of thing into handmade soap?
It was really the first time for Fang Yiren to meet a rich man with such low taste as Shangguan Zhixing.
How could a person like this, who forgets business as soon as he sees someone taking advantage of him, be hinting at something?
She really thinks too much.
He sneered contemptuously and closed the webpage.
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After Shangguan Rui's instructions, the housekeeper obtained the raw materials and delivered them to Sikong Lingge within half an hour.
Sikong Lingge didn't take action yet. He sat on the sofa and stared at the raw materials on the table in a daze.
I always feel that Shangguan Zhixing is not the kind of person who stops talking mid-sentence.
In my heart, something felt vaguely wrong.
But I can’t tell what is wrong...
Sikong Lingge bit her lip: What exactly did Shangguan Zhixing want to hint to her?
Thinking hard.
There was a sudden knock on the door.
Sikong Lingge came to his senses and went over to open the door.
It's the housekeeper.
He stood respectfully in the doorway, his expression unchanged for thousands of years.
"Miss Lingge, it's dinner time. Miss Zhixing asked me to invite you and the young master downstairs for dinner."
"Okay, we'll be down right away." Sikong Lingge.[
The butler nodded and stepped back.
Sikong Lingge stood there and watched, he couldn't help but frown again and lost his mind.
What exactly is Shangguan Zhixing hinting at?
"Who is here?" Shangguan Rui was taking a bath. He heard a sound outside and opened the bathroom door. He was wet and had not been wiped off, and water was dripping down.
Thinking that it was Shangguan Zile who came to threaten Sikong Lingge again, Shangguan Rui's expression was very cold, as if it could bite people.
"It's the butler."
"What is he here for?" Aren't all the materials ready? Shangguan Rui squinted his eyes, his pupils getting colder.
Now whenever someone approaches Sikong Lingge, Shangguan Rui will immediately imagine that the person is sent by Shangguan Ziyue to threaten Sikong Lingge.
"It's Zhixing. Please ask the housekeeper to call us downstairs for dinner."
Upon hearing that it was Zhixing, Shangguan Rui's expression immediately softened, "Wait a minute, I'll get dressed."
With that said, he walked towards the closet.
Passing by the sofa and seeing the intact raw materials on the table, I paused and said, "You haven't started making it yet?"
Sikong Lingge shook his head gently, "This is the first time I use Tongquan grass as raw material. I'm still thinking about what proportion should be better."