No wonder Song Qinghuan has become grumpy. There have been a lot of things going on in Diazhuang Pavilion recently, and the incident of calling Niu Shun in the past two days has made him upset. When he heard that Mr. Wu was coming this time, he subconsciously thought that Dianzhuang Pavilion was in trouble again.
Something went wrong.
Liu Ping grinned and hurriedly explained: "Nothing happened. It's a good thing nothing happened."
Then he said: "Mr. Wu brought this rouge and kouzhi."
Song Qinghuan couldn't even notice the excitement on his face, so he immediately got off the sedan and said, "Please come in, Mr. Wu."
Song Qinghuan was busy at this time and naturally wanted to delay the meeting. Xiaoyun and Song Qingyan also got off the sedan.
Song Qinghuan said embarrassedly: "Mother, I'm afraid this will delay the meeting. Why don't you and your sister go first? I'll be back later."
Before Xiao Yun could speak, Song Qingyan said: "This kind of truth is waiting for you."
Although his tone was a little stiff, it wasn't as unpleasant as before.
Song Qing smiled happily, and immediately stopped entering the inner courtyard and asked Liu Ping to lead Mr. Wu to the concierge at the second door.
The woman who was guarding the door hurriedly cleared away the messy things in the house to make space.
Mr. Wu was old, and he came all the way in a hurry. He asked Liu Ping to help him in, and he was still out of breath.
Yanwen and a clerk from the Diazhuang Pavilion followed behind. The two of them carried a big box, and they were both sweating profusely.
Song Qinghuan hurriedly welcomed the person into the gatekeeper's room, and Texue asked the gatekeeper's wife to boil a pot of tea.
Mr. Wu was so tired that he sat down and took a few breaths before saying, "Yan Wen, tell me."
Song Qinghuan cast her eyes on Yanwen, and saw that his eyes were green and his face was haggard. His robe was full of pleats, but his eyes were full of perseverance.
Yan Wen wiped his sweat, knowing that time was not waiting for me, and he didn't hesitate.
The rouge and lipstick that had been boxed up overnight were packed separately in the boxes that had been prepared. At this time, I opened the box, took out a box, and took out all the rouge and lipstick inside.
"I made it overnight last night. I tried it and it's the same as the first batch, but the color is prettier. Miss, please take a look."
Song Qinghuan never really thought that Yan Zhi could really do all these things. She had given up hope on Dianzhuang Pavilion since yesterday and had already sent someone to deliver the news to Zhang Yunwei.
I never thought that classmate Yanzhi Yanwen would actually come up with these things.
She took two porcelain boxes with patterns of flowers and birds from Yan Wen's hand, and handed Yan Zhi to Xiao Yunshi: "Mother, take a look."
Xiao Yun was not polite, stretched out her hand to take it, picked out a little bit and spread it evenly on the back of her hand, then looked at the sun again: "This color is quite nice."
Although Xiaoyun is not young, her skin color is not bad at all. The box of rouge that Song Qinghuan handed over was plum red, and she spread it on the back of her hand at will, which made her skin color even more obvious.
Song Qinghuan looked over and took a look, then reached out to pick out some and spread it on the back of his hand. He was a little surprised when he saw that the rouge was in the form of a paste, which was neither difficult to spread nor liquid.
He raised his eyes and smiled at Yanwen: "I didn't expect that I actually asked you to try it out."
Xunmei stood aside and watched the excitement. Seeing how beautiful the color was on the back of Song Qinghuan's hand, he felt itchy and reached out to dig some out, and spread it on the back of his hand as he did.
She was born with a yellow complexion, but the plum red reached to the back of her hands, which didn't make her look any better. She couldn't help but her face collapsed: "Why do you, Madam, look so good-looking even if you put her face on her face, but she's just average here?"
Song Qinghuan was applying lipstick in front of the target mirror. When he heard this, he didn't even raise his head and said with a smile: "You are so weird."
Xiaoyun was also surprised. When she saw the color of Xunmei's hand, she also laughed: "So there is such a saying."
Yan Wen then said: "Back to Madam, people in this world have different skin colors. If you apply rouge or lip balm on your face or lips, the effect may not be the same on everyone."
"For example, people with fair skin will look good with any color they apply. Red and orange colors will also make people look fair and rosy. However, if used by people with yellow skin, they will look duller and duller.
yellow."
Xiaoyun didn't know that there was such a mystery, so she nodded repeatedly after listening to it.
Xunmei immediately interjected: "Well, what color should I use for those with yellow skin?"
Before Yan Wen could answer, Song Qinghuan interrupted: "Okay, if you want to know, just catch him and ask him carefully next time."
He added: "It's getting late, we can't delay any longer."
Mr. Wu was relieved at this time, with a smile on his face and eyes, and asked: "Girl, do you think these are all useful? They are not wasted, are they?"
Song Qing said with a smile: "Nothing was wasted. Thanks to Mr. Wu, these are all put to good use."
Then he told Liu Ping: "Hurry up and have someone deliver it to Uncle Cheng'en."
He turned around and saw Yan Wen, who was still sweating profusely. He paused and said, "Well done. I'm going to the banquet today, and I'll reward you later."
The corners of Yanwen's lips curled up slightly and he cupped his hands: "Thank you, Miss. It's all as it should be."
Song Qinghuan and his party got on the soft sedan again, and with an order, the bearers carried the sedan to Uncle Chengen's Mansion next door.
Liu Ping ordered two boys to carry a box of rouge and kouzhi to the back door of Uncle Chengen's house.
These rouges and lipsticks have already been prepared when they start to boil the color oil. Which color is used by every lady and lady has been prepared in advance.
Liu Ping carried the things over, and Song Qinghuan followed Xiaoyun into the Zhang family's gate.
Mrs. Yu, along with several of her daughters-in-law and daughters, went to the front to greet the female dependents. On the west side, her own sons and sons-in-law entertained the male dependents.
Zhang Yunwei was dressed in a spring shirt with red and white butterflies and flowers. She looked like a delicate flower standing next to Mrs. Yu. It was a pleasure to look at.
Song Qinghuan stepped forward, said hello to Mr. Yu, then pulled Zhang Yun with a smile and said, "I'm afraid I'm going to trouble my sister, the rouge and lipstick from the makeup pavilion are all out, I'll send them out with the gift list soon."
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Zhang Yunwei was also overjoyed: "Really, have you found a master?"
Song Qinghuan shook his head: "No, it was made by two children."
Then he pointed to the lipstick on his lips and asked, "Sister, what do you think of this lipstick?"
Zhang Yunwei always said yes. He looked at it a few more times and then said, "The color is really nice. I'll send you two boxes later."
Song Qing smiled happily and took out a porcelain box from his sleeve pocket: "I've prepared it for you."
With that said, he opened the porcelain cover and handed the lipstick inside to Zhang Yunwei: "Sister, I think this is definitely suitable for you."
Zhang Yun slightly poked his head over to take a closer look, and heard a man's laughter.
"What are you two looking at secretly?"
Song Qinghuan subconsciously put his hands behind his back, fastened the porcelain box tightly, and looked up to see the person coming...
