As soon as Tang Shiyue came out, he met Lin Weixin.
These days, she often bumps into him. Although it feels like a coincidence every time, if there are too many coincidences, it won't be a coincidence anymore.
This Lin Weixin, when not smiling, is just a young man with straight eyebrows, which is not that surprising. But when he smiles, his white teeth shine, and his whole person instantly becomes warm, sweet and sunny, setting off the lean Yu Lin.
He is in military uniform and a bit handsome.
He smiled and said: "Mrs. County, why did you get so many honeysuckles?"
"Boil the essential oil." Tang Shiyue said: "Do you have a woman in her thirties to fifties at home? I can give you two bottles when the time comes."
"Yes!" Lin Weixin said with a smile: "Then thank you, Mrs. County!"
He still wanted to speak, but Tang Shiyue walked away and entered the courtyard, so he had to stop and clicked his tongue a little helplessly.
Tang Shiyue sent out a lot of essential oils.
The eye patch she made is very popular among the accompanying officials. Most of these old people can't let go of their books, and few of them have good eyesight. Wearing this eye patch and resting for a quarter of an hour every day is even better than taking a nap.
It's just that essential oils take effect quickly and evaporate quickly. There are no plastic bags that can be sealed these days, so it's hard to make many of them, so she gave each person a bottle of essential oils and asked them to make their own eye masks, and drop a few drops each time.
Moreover, an old man had a toothache two days ago, so she gave him some peppermint essential oil for massage, and the effect was immediate, so they now fully approve of this thing.
Because Emperor Yan of the Ming Dynasty said he was ready to leave, Tang Shiyue spent two days working with his nephew and the helping young eunuch Ma Yi to make a batch of rose essential oil and honeysuckle essential oil.
After filling the bottles, I asked Chen Hong to come over and write down the instructions. The bosses each sent a few bottles.
In the evening, as usual, she took the written words to see Emperor Ming Yan. Emperor Ming Yan said: "I heard that you gave Yan Chengyuan essential oil? Are you not angry with him?"
Tang Shiyue exclaimed: "What?"
Emperor Ming Yan looked at her, and Tang Shiyue came back to his senses: "I don't know how many adults are coming. I just asked the manager, and he said I will prepare as many as there are!"
Emperor Ming Yan said with a smile: "Where is mine?"
"How could you forget the emperor?" Tang Shiyue smiled with his eyes bent: "For each type, I asked people to burn two kinds of bottles. The unsightly ones were all given to these people, and the good-looking ones were kept by me.
Your Majesty, and I only gave them two kinds. I made six kinds for Your Majesty!"
She looked at him with a look that said, "Look how good I am."
Emperor Ming Yan then smiled: "Yue'er is so good."
He tapped the paper on the table and sighed: "But the word you..."
Tang Shiyue's smile slowly disappeared.
Emperor Ming Yan came over and touched her hair: "It doesn't matter whether she looks good or not. You can't make too many mistakes? One mistake on one piece of paper... cough, within three words, you will pass the test, okay?
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His voice was like coaxing a baby.
She felt a little sour in her heart.
Then Emperor Ming Yan took out a copybook and said: "I wrote a copybook for you. You can write this one later. In fact, the previous one was not bad. However, that person only considered my Yue'er's external temperament and did not know that I am Yue'er."
My heart is beautiful, I am writing this using common characters, please practice hard."
Tang Shiyue opened her eyes wide.
This...this is too warm.
He is the emperor! He wrote a copybook for her with his own hands?
Meow, can you please stop being so nice to her?
Her tears fell on the back of his hand.
Emperor Ming Yan was stunned: "Yue'er?"
She suddenly opened her arms and hugged his waist: "Your Majesty, you can't be so kind to me, I won't be able to let you go."
Emperor Ming Yan rubbed her hair: "What are you reluctant to part with? If you are reluctant to part with me, just follow me back to Chang'an City. I will take you to see the imperial concubine... Yue'er, I and the imperial concubine had a daughter before, just like me Yue'er.
Beautiful and cute..."
He sighed silently, and after a while, asked again: "How are you? How about Yue'er going back with me?"
"No, it can't be done!" She cried: "The cotton harvest is about to be harvested. I have to harvest cotton at home...and my flowers. I have to open an essential oil workshop at home. I have a lot of things to do..."
The dilemma in her eyes was so funny, and Emperor Ming Yan was both distressed and amused at the same time.
It warms my heart to see that she is still thinking about "business" at this time. After all, this child has not misjudged her. She is indeed my daughter. She cares about the people and the world!
Emperor Ming Yan coaxed her patiently for a long time. After Tang Shiyue had played coquettishly enough, he slowly stopped. Gu Jiuxing personally brought water and helped Tang Shiyue wash her face.
Tang Shiyue was the kind of person whose emotions came and went quickly. After crying, she was fine. She even remembered to ask the emperor: "Who can write well? I want to ask him to help write a brand for the essential oil shop."
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Emperor Ming Yan smiled and said: "Sun Xuancheng's handwriting is good and handsome, which is suitable for your things. Go find him to help you write."
Tang Shiyue didn't know what kind of official Sun Xuancheng was. Since Emperor Ming Yan said so, she went to the front to find someone after dinner.
Several close ministers all live here. They have just had dinner and are strolling around and chatting.
Tang Shiyue is still not fully recognized by people. She can only look at everyone and ask: "Excuse me, where is Mr. Sun Xuancheng?"
Someone pointed it out to her with a smile. Tang Shiyue went over and saw that he was playing chess with Lin Fujian. The way one of them was holding a fan in one hand was also very confusing in time and space.
Sun Xuancheng said: "What do you want from me?"
"Good morning, Mr. Sun," Tang Shiyue saluted and said, "I want to open an essential oil shop when I get back, and I want to write a sign. The emperor said that your handwriting is good, so he asked me to come to you."
In fact, there is nothing wrong with this sentence.
However, the people here were all courtiers who made all kinds of mistakes in their words, and her eyes were still red and swollen, so it looked like she had cried.
So everyone instantly figured out, "She wanted to go to the emperor to write a sign, but of course the emperor couldn't write it, so he reprimanded her, and then asked her to come to Sun Xuancheng to write it..." The conclusion was, "After all, she is a folk woman, and she really doesn't know what's important.
ah!"
Sun Xuancheng has a little granddaughter in his family, who is also of this age. He is a little more tolerant and less humble towards her, so he said: "I'll wait until this game is over."
Tang Shiyue nodded: "Of course, it depends on your advantage. If you don't have time today, you can do it another day."
Sun Xuancheng motioned for her to sit down and continued playing chess.
Chen Hong knew her best, so he smiled and chatted with her: "What does Mrs. Jun want to write?"
Tang Shiyue said: "On the signboard, just write three words 'Essential Oil House', and then eight more words. In the future, it will be engraved on the box, 'Yuefang Essential Oil, nourishes skin and health'."
Chen Hong nodded.
The person next to him laughed and said: "Master Cifu's calligraphy is gorgeous, floating like floating clouds, and as powerful as a frightening dragon. This is a rare opportunity. Why not let you mention the previous Yue Fang and Yue Workshop as well?"
"That's not necessary," Tang Shiyue said: "That one has been used for a long time. After changing the font, people thought it had changed owners."
Someone said: "It would be better to ask Mr. Cisuke to help me write a copybook."
Someone said, "Shu Yun's words are nonsense. What kind of person is Mr. Cifu? With decades of skill in writing, how can he condescend to write a copybook for a naughty boy?" (To be continued)