When Mu Qinghuang saw Chu Yue holding the hand stove she gave her in both hands and wearing an amber longevity lock around her waist, her eyes immediately opened into a smile.
Chu Yue put the beauty-preserving gel she had refined into Mu Qinghuang's hands.
Mu Qinghuang was puzzled: "Is this...?"
Chu Yue racked her brains and finally gave it a random name: "Eye cream, it is used to remove wrinkles at the corners of the eyes. It is very effective. Mom, you can try it."
Mu Qinghuang blinked, stared down for a while, and stored it properly as if it were a treasure.
Chu Yue touched her chin, but her thoughts were widening.
These days, not only in Lingtian Continent, but also in the entire five continents, the elixirs related to beauty are all rare treasures. They are deeply loved by rich and powerful people. They can usually spend a lot of money to buy useless beauty pills.
Dan.
These elixirs are useless, ridiculously expensive, and often very scarce.
If she can create a whole industrial chain that leads to sales in the five continents, once the channels are opened, wouldn't it be a huge source of wealth?
Chu Yue's eyes were very hot.
"Yue'er? What's wrong with you? Are you sick? You were fine just now."
Grandma's withered hand gently caressed Chu Yue's heated forehead.
Old uncle, Mu Qinghuang, Mu Jingyun and others are all worried.
Chu Yue's eyes shone brightly, she raised her head and said, "Grandma, we are going to get rich."
Grandma: "..." This child is crazy about money.
"Cough...cough cough..."
Mu Jingyun put her fist to her lips and coughed several times, unable to contain the smile that overflowed from her brows.
The old uncle looked at Chu Yue fondly: "Xiao Chu wants money to marry Emperor Ye. It seems that we have to work harder to make money. Not to mention, we will regret it when the money is used."
Mu Qinghuang said: "Ye Di Zun's gifts are more expensive than ordinary men's gifts, which is normal. Ordinary men are only in their twenties, and he is ninety thousand years old, so he should be more generous."
The roots of Chu Yue's ears were strangely red.
She was thinking about the business empire that was about to take shape. How did it become a wedding pillow?
Still need a family to save money?
Ye Mohan arrived at the ghost emperor's ruins from afar and suddenly sneezed.
A beautiful smile appeared on the handsome and charming man's face.
Her purple gem-like eyes were shining brightly.
he thinks.
It must be Achu who is far away in Beizhou and misses him.
This can last him a year.
...
Beizhou, in a luxurious carriage.
The woman wore a long purple dress, a beaded hairpin, and a high bun.
She was luxurious and graceful, lying on a velvet cushion made of fox fur, holding a cup of tea handed by the maid in her hand.
The maid knelt beside her and massaged her legs.
She asked: "Where did King An Jin go? Didn't he come to Beizhou?"
The maid's movements of rubbing her legs paused, her eyes flickered for a while, and then she continued to rub her legs.
"Miss, Prince An Jin and General Mu have gone to reminisce about old times," the maid said.
"Yeah?"
Zi Shuyun's eyebrows were lonely and she smiled bitterly.
She drank all the tea in the cup and asked, "Why is today's tea so bitter?"
"My lady likes sweetness. I always add honey, and this time is no exception. It's not that the tea is bitter, but that my heart is bitter," the maid said.
"I am the daughter of the boss, the sweet daughter of heaven, how can I feel bitter?" Zi Shuyun asked in return.
The maid lowered her head and said nothing.
Zi Shuyun sighed softly and put the cup aside.
"Tell me, did I marry the wrong person and take the wrong path?" Zi Shuyun sighed and laughed at herself.
"Miss is Luan Feng, and she will definitely be on par with King An Jin in raising cases. After all, Mu Fengming came from a small family, and it's just a temporary novelty. King An Jin has to respect the lady, so why should he be as knowledgeable as that pheasant?" the maid advised.
.
Zi Shuyun frowned fiercely: "Regardless of where a hero comes from, General Mu is a hero among men. Such despicable words must not be said again."
"yes!"
"..."
Zi Shuyun raised her hand to lift the bead curtain and looked at the looming bright moon outside the car, which was lightly obscured by the turbid fog. Her eyebrows were filled with sadness and melancholy.