Chapter 376: Soap as a gift, passed down by every family
"Huh...?" Minglan stared at Rulan suspiciously, looking completely unbelieving.
Rulan couldn't resist and got angry: "What do you mean by that little look in your eyes?"
"It's nothing, hahaha!" Minglan smiled unexpectedly and hugged Rulan's arm affectionately. The two of them were playful and chatting about topics that girls care about, such as the weather in Shenjing is dry, whether to use Yurong San or not.
It is better to use Li Li Powder and Deng Zi prescription for skin care.
Girls always have endless topics to talk about.
"That's right." Ru Lan suddenly remembered something and waved to the person behind her. Her little maid, Magpie, handed over a box.
"Do you know what this is?"
Minglan's eyes fell on the box, flickering, and shook her head.
Although she was curious, she still waited quietly.
This fifth sister can't always hold it in.
Sure enough, Minglan didn't take the bait, but Ru Lan couldn't help but said: "You just went to Shou'an Hall, and Hui Yuanlang's gift was sent over."
"The one from Rongguo Mansion?" Minglan was slightly surprised.
"He is that father's good disciple." Ru Lan nodded, and before Minglan could speak, she couldn't wait to open the box, and a faint fragrance overflowed.
Minglan exclaimed softly. She was raised by the old lady since she was a child. In order not to lose the face of the old lady as the legitimate daughter of the Hou family, she has been studying nvren very hard, ordering tea, arranging flowers, burning incense and other things. The ancients liked fragrance, but not
Luxurious or arty, this was actually a way of keeping time at first, but later it gradually evolved into a taste of life.
For example, Dongpo layman burned sandalwood and meditated on the way to be demoted. He also wrote down his thoughts: "I sit in meditation for nothing, one day is two days, and if I live seventy years, I will be one hundred and forty."
"Is this...soap?" Minglan sniffed lightly and recognized the contents of the wooden box as soap for washing.
"Not bad!" Ru Lan smiled and picked up the soap in the box, held it in the palm of her hand and smelled it gently with her nose, her expression became intoxicated: "Sixth Sister, don't you think this smell is particularly pleasant, even better than the one my uncle bought specially from Liuheju
The soaps are all the best! There are lotus and plum blossom scents..."
For girls, how can they not like something that smells delicious?
Although she looks carefree, Sheng Rulan is a lady from an official family after all. Yu Xiangdao has also dabbled in it, and her comments are clear and reasonable.
"Fifth Sister, let me try it." Minglan took the wooden box and smelled it carefully, her eyes brightening: "It's really like what you said, Fifth Sister, this soap gives people a refreshing feeling, except for the lotus,
In addition to plum blossoms, I also smell the fragrance of hibiscus and peony..."
After looking back and forth for a long time, Minglan was finally willing to let it go. She took a long breath and sighed: "The craftsmanship of Jia Jia Langjun's soap is quite exquisite, but the small piece is extremely exquisite."
"That's right!" Ru Lan couldn't help but nodded and agreed. Then she rolled her eyes, packed the box, and pushed it toward Minglan: "I'll give you this soap."
"Ah?" Minglan didn't react for a moment and subconsciously refused: "This kind of soap must be expensive to make. Since it is given to the fifth sister, how can I..."
"It doesn't matter!"
But she saw Rulan waving her hands repeatedly, and the smile in her eyes was tinged with cunning: "There is a lot of soap. I will go find my mother in a while and leave one portion for Sister Hualan. You and I will share more of the rest.
That fox is cheap!"
"Ah?" Minglan's eyes widened. Rulan's out-of-the-box temperament was sometimes difficult for people to follow.
"Do you know how much this soap was delivered to?"
"Hmm... twenty yuan?" Minglan pondered for a moment and estimated a number. A piece of soap from Liuheju, which is famous in the world, costs one tael of silver. The quality of the soap sent by Jialan is even higher than that of Liuheju. It has to be three times higher.
Five times.
She still understands the principle that rare things are valuable.
"wrong!"
As if she finally caught the opportunity, Rulan laughed, clapped her hands and said, "Sixth sister, you were wrong, you sent me a full hundred yuan!"
Minglan lost her voice: "You actually sent so many?"
Ru Lan said: "Not only that, there are also a lot of mountain products, seafood, pens, inks, papers and inkstones, which makes my mother very happy..."
Minglan nodded in understanding. Who wouldn't like such a face-saving thing?
"Anyway, I'll give this piece to you. I have to go back to my mother quickly to get more. That foxy nose has a very good nose. I'm afraid it will be gone if it's too late."
Halfway through, Rulan suddenly stopped and turned back to take Minglan's hand: "Sixth sister, please help me make a Dingsheng cake? Mother Liu reminded her that she would also go back.
A gift for the young man of the Jia family, and I have to make it with my own hands to show my sincerity."
Minglan had a clear understanding and took over the conversation: "So you want to make Dingsheng cake?"
A writing brush, a Dingsheng cake, and a rice dumpling each, wrapped in red paper, with the words "Bingding High School" written on them. This is a blessing for those who participate in the exam.
Rulan approached Minglan and said, "You are the most handy, please help me make one too."
Hearing what happened, Minglan smiled warmly and nodded in agreement. Rulan smiled, hugged her and left. Looking blankly at Rulan's back as she hurried away, Minglan lowered her eyes.
He was vaguely discouraged. He was so talented in literature and played polo so well, what else in the world could he not do?
Several days have passed since the results were released, but Jialan is still the talk of the streets in Beijing.
This year has been a year of disaster, and all etiquette in the palace has been simplified. The banquet of the Ministry of Etiquette after the examination was simply cancelled. Originally, because there was still the palace examination, the small banquet after the examination was not taken seriously. Jia Lan was happy to keep a low profile.
To avoid any trouble caused by the literati being indifferent to each other.
Two sworn brothers, Liang Yong won, while Qin Zhong failed.
Ever since he performed brilliantly at the Turtle Garden Poetry Festival during the Lantern Festival, the public had been expecting Jia Lan to win the first prize on the Apricot List. After seeing the Cheng Wen text copied from the list of the Ministry of Rites, the scholars all over the world were very impressed with Jia Lan.
Although there is some debate about Huiyuan's ownership, we are convinced by his article.
The only point of contention was what Wang Ding pointed out: too much killing will be of no benefit to the country.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Although he spends most of his time in the garden, Jia Lan is always paying attention to information from the outside world. In fact, he also knows that the articles he writes cannot be rewarded.
Everyone was happy. After the results were released, he wanted to visit him at home, but Wang Ding returned the greeting card he sent. The reason was that he was not seeking talents for the country for personal reasons, but instead asked Jia Lan to prepare for the imperial examination.
Such magnanimity made Jia Lan admire him a little, but he didn't know that the so-called "killing too much" comment came from Wang Ding.
But even if Jialan knew this, he would not change his opinion.
It is indeed not appropriate to mobilize troops in a year of famine, but we must not forget the danger.
My articles first follow my own heart, but from another perspective, in fact, from Jia Lan's point of view, this kind of writing style is also what it should be.
Rongguo Mansion is also a great Xia Wuxun!
Yongpinghou Mansion.
Hundreds of years
This Marquis Mansion located on Chongguosi Street has also gone through countless ups and downs. Compared with its current status among the powerful circles in Beijing, the Xu family ten years ago was nothing.
The old marquis of the Xu family passed away, and Xu Ling'an, the prince of Yongping who had high hopes, committed suicide in fear of committing a crime. However, he only announced that he died of a sudden illness. The prince's mansion in Nuoda suddenly fell into ruin. Until Xu Lingyi joined the army.
, fought back their future with one blow and one shot, and coupled with the relationship with the Wu family, the Xu family was favored by the Holy Emperor and appointed as the admiral of the capital camp.
"Master Marquis, are we really going to mobilize troops this year?"
In the quaint and grand backyard with black painted floor-to-ceiling columns, snow-white brocade curtains, and stone blue passion flower plywood curtains, among the family members, the pale-faced Luo Yuanniang asked with a hint of worry.
Sitting at the top, Yongping Marquis Xu Lingyi raised his eyebrows slightly and pursed his lips slightly, but he did not reply, but glanced towards the room.
Although he was sitting, Xu Lingyi's figure was still as straight as a cypress. His skin was a little dark from being in the army all day long, and his weathered face had clear lines. Even with just a glance, it made everyone in the room feel suffocated.
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"Um?"
The tactile sensation created on the battlefield attracted Xu Lingyi's sight. He passed the female relatives at home and landed at the end of the crowd. He happened to meet a pair of big watery eyes, half curious and half confused.
Xu Lingyi secretly exclaimed, the sister of his direct wife has indeed an unusual temperament.
She vaguely remembered that when she first entered the capital, she was kidnapped in Shanyang.
"Master Hou..." A voice came from next to Xu Lingyi. Sitting beside him was a graceful and luxurious lady, wearing an azure lining with gold melon and butterfly patterns, a ginger-yellow heddle skirt, and her black hair combed into
She has a round bun and only wears two coral turquoise beeswax beads on her temples. She has a slightly plump figure and gentle and lively eyes.
The mighty Yongping Hou's expression suddenly dimmed, he turned around respectfully and called out: "Mother."
Mrs. Xu Jiatai glanced at Luo Yuanniang's pale face, lowered her eyelids and continued to speak: "Military aircraft matters are naturally not something we family members can comment on at will, but regardless of whether the matter is true or not, Mr. Hou, you have to make arrangements for the family."
The implication is that you are also the master of this home.
"Mother is worried." Xu Lingyi hurriedly complained, "Whether to use troops or not depends on the emperor and the princes in the court to decide. My son only knows to respect the emperor's orders."
The madam frowned and said slowly: "That's true, but..."
The Xu family has always been careful not to get involved in the court since they were in trouble in the early years. What Xu Lingyi said is also true.
Xu Lingkuan, the fifth master of the Xu family on the side, saw this and said quickly: "Mother, these three armies go first without using food and grass. This has been the case since ancient times. The year before last, famines have continued in various places. Last year, even the grain sent to the north was almost delayed, causing the price of grain in Beijing to skyrocket.
, where will the army be mobilized at this time?"
After hearing what the Fifth Master said, Mrs. Xu's wife relaxed a little and nodded in agreement.
"But everyone in the capital has rumored that His Majesty prefers the Marquis to take command. What is this about?" Luo Yuanniang asked still somewhat reluctantly.
Xu Lingyi's expression was gloomy, and he was a little unhappy in his heart. But when he saw the paleness on Yuan Niang's face, which she tried her best to cover up with makeup, she couldn't help but sigh in her heart, and could only say: "There are no such things as rumors."
Luo Yuanniang breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the words. She looked at Mr. Hou's calm expression and wanted to say something, but she felt a surge of phlegm in her throat and coughed violently. The maid next to her hurriedly stepped forward to help Yuanniang breathe.