Chapter 90 What does the little bird girl look like
Zhang Yunwei's expression suddenly changed. Even if she had never been to Baihualou, she grew up in Kyoto. How could she not know where Baihualou was?
"How can you, a woman, go to a place like Baihualou? Is there any place like that that we women can go to?"
Song Qinghuan felt that there was nothing wrong with going to those places, but at the time of the urgent matter, he was not willing to talk to Zhang Yunwei, so he quickly changed his words: "No, I asked Jing Yu to go to Baihua Building to get it for me."
Then he took out another box of rouge and showed it to Zhang Yunwei: "Sister, look at the rouge, it's not red or pink, it's orange."
When Zhang Yunwei heard that Song Youyu had asked for it for her, she frowned and didn't say much.
His eyes fell on the rouge.
Song Qinghuan said: "These are all the flower girls in Baihua House who have nothing to do when they have nothing to do. I, no, Jing Yu said, some of those flower girls have white skin, some have dark skin, and some have... It's yellow, but the makeup looks really nice, but it doesn't last very long, so I have to reapply it every two hours."
"Sister said, if we let the master make all these colors and then study them to make them last longer, will they be popular?"
Zhang Yunwei smeared some rouge on the back of his hand, looked at it carefully, thought about it for a moment, and then said: "You mean, you want to do something rare in the world that will attract people's attention?"
After a pause, he felt that the word was inappropriate, and then asked again: "You just said that everyone's skin color is different, does the same color have different effects when used?"
Song Qinghuan nodded and explained his plan again: "The rouge and gouache are mostly made of flowers and plants. I originally thought that if I could put medicinal materials into them, the powder would not only make people beautiful. , it can also nourish the skin, so it kills two birds with one stone."
He added: "Sister, you should also know that many nobles in the palace like beauty cream because it has a moisturizing effect. So we can also make a beauty cream that is both whitening and moisturizing."
Song Qinghuan spoke eloquently, but Zhang Yunwei couldn't finish a sentence.
Until Song Qinghuan finished speaking, Zhang Yunwei's eyes shone brightly. It turned out that she thought Song Qinghuan was doing business just to have more money.
But now looking at her like this, I realized that she really wanted to do something.
Then he smiled and said: "I think your appearance is not suitable for being a doctor. You are more suitable for being a pretty girl who loves to tinker with rouge and gouache."
Song Qinghuan also laughed. In fact, she didn't want to be a pretty girl who loved to tinker with rouge and gouache. It was just because she had no money.
Zhang Yunwei didn't know much about makeup powder. She only knew whether it was good to use it on daily basis. Therefore, she expressed her thoughts and then said: "It's also a good idea to make these novel things." It can't be done overnight, we just have to take our time."
The two of them stayed in the room talking for a long time. It wasn't until Xunmei came to call Song Qinghuan to go out for the banquet that Zhang Yunwei took his leave.
Song Qinghuan had new ideas in his mind, and his whole body became energetic and seemed full of energy.
While changing his clothes, he ordered Texue to wrap up all the powder made by Niu Shun and then carry it to Chen Er.
The wooden board on Song Youyu's injured leg has not yet been removed, but he can already move it, but his movements are a bit funny.
He asked the boy to help him get on the carriage, but before he could sit firmly, Song Qinghuan jumped on, which made Song Youyu jump.
"Don't you have a carriage at home? You have to share one with me." He said with disgust: "They say men and women do not sit on the same seats when they are eight years old. We are already so old, so we should be careful about it."
Song Qinghuan glanced at him and brushed the non-existent pleats on his clothes: "I don't even dislike you. Why do you have to dislike me?"
Then he said: "Besides, I'm dressed as a man, so when we sit together, are we afraid that others will talk about our habit of cutting off our sleeves?"
In order to look more like a man, Song Qinghuan now wears men's clothing and even knows how to corset her chest first.
But despite this, she still has the face of a woman.
Song Youyu hummed twice: "Don't slander me, I like girls."
In the end, he still couldn't drive Song Qinghuan away.
When the Song family's carriage arrived at Xianglou, Chen Lao'er had been waiting for a long time. As soon as the carriage stopped, the boy who was following Chen Lao'er came forward and ushered in the two siblings.
Chen Laoer had already ordered a table of dishes, and was eating peanuts and drinking wine. When he heard the noise, he said without raising his head: "You are too ungrateful. How can you keep guests waiting when you have no one to treat them to?"
"You are quite rude. You are the guest." Song Qinghuan sneered.
When Chen Laoer heard this, he was so frightened that he almost fell to the ground. When he looked up, he saw that it was Song Qinghuan, and his face suddenly fell: "Why, why is it you?"
His eyes fell on Song Youyu: "You, you are too unreasonable. Tell me, are you hosting a Hongmen Banquet?"
Song Youyu had always been on good terms with him. He limped down and sat down, mockingly saying with a smile: "Chen Er, what on earth do you have that is worthy of our Hongmen Banquet?"
Fu patted the place beside him again: "Sit over here."
Chen Laoer sat down next to Song Youyu with a puzzled face, thinking about whether he had offended him recently, and said cautiously: "Didn't you say you liked that little girl from Yihongyuan last time? How about I take you there tonight?"
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"I just went there, and the little bird girl asked about you."
Speaking of these romantic things, Chen Er's brows were filled with a bit of pride: "I'm telling you, a new girl came to Cuixiangju recently. She looks like that, and has that figure. I guarantee you'll see her full of energy."
bye."
Before he finished speaking, he remembered that Song Youyu was still limping, and couldn't help but laugh: "But with your current appearance, I'm afraid I won't be able to eat it in front of you, hahahaha..."
Song Youyu is a young man after all, and Chen Er, an idiot, talked about these things unscrupulously in front of Song Qinghuan, but he already blushed.
He kept giving Chen Er a wink to tell him to stop, but he didn't expect that this guy didn't even look at him.
As a last resort, I reached out and pinched him. Seeing that Chen Er finally looked over, he nuzzled towards Song Qinghuan.
Chen Er suffered a loss at the hands of Song Qinghuan last time. He was just talking excitedly, but he had forgotten that there was such a person. When he realized it, he immediately sat upright, as well-behaved as a little puppy.
Song Qinghuan was listening with great interest when he suddenly saw the two young men sitting more upright than the other and felt disheartened.
He curled his lips and said, "What are you doing sitting here? Eating."
As he spoke, he picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of rouge duck breast and put it into his mouth.
It's a pity that I drank too much yesterday and I don't have much appetite now. No matter what delicacies I eat, they have no taste in my mouth.
Seeing that Song Qinghuan was already eating, Chen Er picked up his chopsticks politely, thinking about the good wine from Xianglou, and couldn't help but pour a glass. He wanted to persuade Song Youyu to drink two glasses, but his eyes fell on Song Qinghuan.
Then he gave up the idea and had to pour himself a glass of wine.
Song Qinghuan asked for a pot of tea, then took a sip and asked curiously: "What does the little bird girl look like?"
