The two girls had a fight at the flower banquet, but it didn't cause a big fuss. The flower banquet complied with the request. By the time the news reached Wei Yutang's ears, it was already ten minutes after lunch, and a banquet was held at the residence of Uncle Cheng'en.
Although Song Qinghuan is a harmonious person, such a thing is disgraceful. She has scars poked out like this. I don't know if she can tolerate it.
Wei Yutang was a little cautious about Song Qinghuan, but now he didn't even say a word about her true character. If he wanted to care about her, his words would not be justified. Instead, he would just tell the truth and damage her reputation.
What's more, the Song family has never expressed its position, so it would be even more abrupt for him to do so.
So I thought about it for a long time, and it wasn't until noon that I mustered up the courage to find Zhang Yunwei and bring him this bottle of ointment.
Concern is genuine concern, but it also means testing.
Zhang Yunwei understood Wei Yutang's thoughts as soon as she heard it, but Song Qinghuan really didn't know what to say, so she didn't finish her words and just said: "Don't worry, I will deliver it to her."
Whether she accepts it or not depends on her own decision.
Song Qinghuan lost his appetite, so he just held the white jade-like porcelain bottle in his hand, opened the cork, and took a gentle sniff.
Her ability to identify medicinal materials was very good, and she soon smelled out the medicinal materials of this plaster. Seeing that they were all of high quality, she couldn't help but curl her lips.
After playing with the porcelain bottle in his hand for a while, it became a little warm. Song Qinghuan thought about it for a while and asked, "Is the maid who delivers the medicine still in the house?"
Xunmei said hurriedly: "Here I am, saying I want to wait for the girl to say a word before I leave."
When she said this, she was also confused. What were she waiting for?
Song Qinghuan lowered her eyes and felt her heart beating wildly. She bit her lip for a while and then said, "Go and tell her that I accepted the medicine and thank the master who sent it."
"What you said is very strange, girl." Xunmei responded and went to reply, muttering before leaving.
Xunmei didn't understand the meaning, but Ta Xue did.
She arched her eyebrows and smiled: "Girl, have you really thought about it?"
Without waiting for Song Qinghuan to reply, she added: "My wife is also very satisfied with the young master of the Wei family."
Song Qinghuan couldn't help but her cheeks turned red. She coughed slightly but didn't answer. She just gave the porcelain bottle to Tuxue and said, "Give it to the second girl. They are all good things, even better than what I gave her."
Although she had been married once, she was still a little embarrassed about these things.
Tuxue saw through it without criticizing it, so he took the porcelain vase with both hands and sent it to Wuyou Pavilion with a shout of thanks.
After the meal was taken away, there was no maid left in the room to serve. Song Qinghuan felt her cheeks burning, so she got up to find something to do.
He went to the desk and took out a ledger and flipped through it several times. When he saw that it was from Dianzhuang Pavilion, he remembered Yan Wen and Rouge.
I also remembered that Princess Rouzhen specially gave Dianzhuang Pavilion a facial make-up today.
With a sigh, she quickly cheered up and changed Chunlan Qiulan into the house to wait for her to change clothes.
There are still a lot of things that have not been done, so there is no time to be ashamed.
Song Qinghuan changed into her regular clothes, told Xiao Yunshi and went to the makeup pavilion.
Xiao Yun was about to look for her when he saw her coming alone. He quickly grabbed her and asked with a look on his face: "Both your father and I think San Lang of the Wei family is worth taking a look at, but this is a major event in your life.
Have you ever seen it yourself, what do you think?"
Song Qinghuan was a little embarrassed at first, but since she accepted Wei Yutang's medicine, she nodded in agreement and didn't have to be coy and misunderstood.
His face turned red, he coughed slightly, and said, "I think that's fine."
At least it's much better than Xiao Wei's stuff.
Xiaoyun felt happy and slapped her hands, smiling from ear to ear.
Song Qinghuan couldn't stay any longer, so he apologized and left in a hurry.
Xiao Yun looked at the slightly embarrassed figure, couldn't help but smile, and hurriedly went to the study to look for Song Wende.
Song Qinghuan hurried out of the door, and when the carriage arrived at the Dianzhuang Pavilion, the heat on his face dissipated.
Last night, the lamp in the dressing room was lit all night, and the waiters and maids inside were busy until dawn.
Mr. Wu took the inkstone and sent the things to Song Qinghuan. When he came back, he took it upon himself to give these people a break and let them all go and have a good rest.
Song Qinghuan came early, and the entire makeup pavilion was still quiet, everyone was asleep.
Mr. Wu is old and has a weak mind, and he is making calculations at the counter.
When he saw Song Qinghuan coming, he was surprised and stepped forward and asked, "Didn't the girl attend Uncle Cheng En's flower banquet? Why did she come so early?"
Song Qinghuan didn't elaborate, he just said: "You must have been lucky yesterday."
Mr. Wu smiled and said: "It's all as it should be."
He did not take any credit, and added: "Speaking of which, the two children who have had the hardest time are Yan Wen and Yan Zhi. They have been up for two days and two nights, and it has been difficult for them."
Song Qinghuan heard the meaning of Mr. Wu's words, lowered his eyes and smiled, and was not in a hurry to reply.
He only told Liu Ping: "Go and wake up Yan Wen and ask him to pick out two sets of rouge and lipstick, and deliver them to Princess Rouzhen and Princess Yu before the banquet is over."
Liu Ping responded and went to do things on his own.
Song Qinghuan then talked to Mr. Wu and got down to business: "We worked hard last night. I will ask people to go to Xianglou to call for a table and give everyone half a month's money."
Mr. Wu said "Hey" and didn't answer, just waiting for Song Qinghuan to continue speaking.
Song Qinghuan frowned and thought for a while: "I think Yanzhi is quite talented, so why not just leave her in the shop."
She may not necessarily be able to tell whether someone is talented or not, but if a person is willing to work hard, he or she can achieve something even if he or she is not talented.
Rouge was born in such a family, and her father did not love her mother, which is a bit sympathetic.
Thinking of the missing Niu Shun, Song Qinghuan felt a headache again. She pursed her lips and simply said: "Why don't you ask this child if he is willing to sell himself here? I will give her the contract of selling myself after ten years."
Mr. Wu agreed repeatedly that these are just trivial matters.
I saw that Song Qinghuan had been talking for a long time but still hadn't reached the point he wanted, so he said with a shameless face: "Girl, where are the inkstones?"
Song Qinghuan didn't know what Mr. Wu was thinking, so he suppressed a smile, raised his eyebrows, and asked him: "What's wrong with the inkstone?"
Mr. Wu's expression changed again and again. After a while, he reminded Song Qinghuan: "This kid Yanwen has neither signed the deed of sale nor the employment document..."
You can leave if you want to, and stay if you want to stay.
It was rare for Mr. Wu to value this child, but because his identity was unknown, Song Qinghuan did not dare to reuse him, so he just kept it in the dressing room, but Mr. Wu was reluctant to part with such a good youngster.
Song Qinghuan had actually thought about it on the way here, but at this time he remained silent and kept telling Mr. Wu that all his patience had worn off. Then he smiled and said, "Let him sign an employment document."
He added: "Sir, ask him yourself how many years he signed the contract.
