When the moon was at its zenith, the lights in the makeup pavilion were still brightly lit, and everyone was working hard and not daring to slack off at all.
In the next morning, Yanzhi took Yanwen back to his home again. He rummaged through the house to see if Niu Shun had taken any notes.
Yanzhi was illiterate, so he took out all the few books at home and cried loudly: "Brother Yanwen, take a look, see if there is anything you want here."
He added: "In the early years, I kept a lot of books at home, but in recent years, all of them have been sold out."
Yanwen responded with an expressionless expression, and quickly flipped through the few books Yanzhi had found, and finally shook his head: "They are just books introducing materials."
When Yanzhi heard this, she couldn't hold back her tears. She stretched out her hand to wipe her face, but she didn't want her hands to be as dirty as a tabby cat.
Seeing her like this, Yan Wen felt funny and pitiful at the same time. He slightly curved his mouth and said, "Let's go. Didn't you say you could give it a try? Maybe you can really give it a try."
There were two children, both young and old. One was crying so hard that he walked in front, and the other followed silently.
Once in the dressing room, Yanzhi didn't dare to shed a single tear. She had prepared all the things she wanted to prepare, and then started to pack them into boxes.
The colored oil produced by boiling the petals is of perfect color. Now it is time to calculate the amount of beeswax to use, melt the beeswax into the colored oil, and then put it into a box and let it cool.
If it is formed, it will not dry or flow. If it is not formed, you will have to re-measure the amount of beeswax.
I just had the guts to try rouge. The boiled color oils all have a useful amount, so I didn’t dare to use too much, so I had to try a little bit.
Yan Wen took out a pen and paper and wrote down the dosage and results without even trying it once.
Rouge is different from lipstick, so it is extremely troublesome to try it on.
The two and a half-year-old children stayed up all night, and the paper was densely written, but the result was not satisfactory.
Song Qinghuan had some expectations for Rouge at first, but when he came over to take a look in the morning, he sighed with disappointment and simply gave up, only staring closely at Yipinju.
Things have already happened in Dianzhuang Pavilion, but nothing can happen again in Yipinju.
The Dinzhuang Pavilion was unreachable, and Song Qinghuan didn't expect it, so he temporarily picked two more snacks from Yipinju and asked the masters to buy more tomorrow morning.
Although Song Qinghuan gave up Yanzhi Tongkouzhi at the Dianzhuang Pavilion, Yanzhi did not dare to give up. Song Qinghuan was also kind. If Niu Shun had not done such a thing, it would not be an exaggeration to send Yuan and Yanzhi to the government.
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I stayed up all night and all day with my small body, and my face turned blue.
When Mrs. Yuan saw that Song Qinghuan and her daughter were not having any attacks, the stone in their hearts fell to the ground. Seeing Yan Zhi fighting for her life, she also said: "My boss won't hold me accountable anymore. You tell me why you have to endure it."
Then he lowered his voice and said, "Don't ruin your father's brand."
Rouge turned a deaf ear and just pretended not to hear.
The next day was the flower banquet in Uncle Chengen's Mansion. Song Qinghuan stayed at the first-level residence until midnight to make sure that nothing would go wrong tomorrow. Another person rewarded him with a month's worth of money, and then walked to Qibei under the moonlight.
Return to the palace.
She had to get up early tomorrow morning to dress up, and Tuxue said distressedly: "The girl came in and had a hard time, and her face doesn't look very good."
Song Qinghuan was really tired. He held his head and yawned. After the flower banquet, the same store in Dianzhuang Pavilion would open in less than ten days. He had to survive that time before he could relax a little.
Now she finally understood why Song Wende didn't like common affairs and only loved elegant things, because he didn't have to worry about them.
It was late at night, and there were not many people on the streets. The curfew would be in effect in a while, and the horses' hooves made a "dah-dah" sound on the bluestone bricks.
While driving, Liu Ping looked in all directions, not daring to relax even a little bit.
From a distance, I saw someone in front of me looking around and waiting. As I walked closer, I became wary.
"Girl, I saw people from the Yiwang Palace waiting at the front."
As soon as he finished speaking, the boy in front seemed to have seen the carriage and trotted over.
Song Qinghuan was not surprised at all by the people from Yiwangfu and said: "If you want to stop the car, just stop it."
She sat up straight, tied up her hair casually, reached out and picked up a purse from the small cabinet in the carriage, and hung it around her waist.
After thinking for a while, he found another beaded hairpin and carefully tied it in his hair.
Xiao Ci had inserted this hairpin into her hair the day she and Li returned home. Later, she saw that the hairpin could hide things, so she mixed some anesthetic medicine and stuffed it into it.
Sometimes you can defend yourself.
She only prepared these things after Xiao Wei stopped her last time. She never thought that she would actually use them one day.
Sure enough, the servant from Yiwang Palace stepped forward to stop the carriage. Liu Ping stopped the carriage with a look of caution on his face.
That boy was always running errands around Xiao Wei. In the past, Song Qinghuan was not favored, and he always acted like a fox and pretended to be a tiger, with a look of disdain.
Today, he is more respectful, even his voice is more polite.
"I met Miss Song. My prince invited her to admire the moon together and wanted her to show her respect."
Song Qinghuan played with a twisted silk jade bracelet in his hand and sneered: "The sky is covered with dark clouds today. There are not even a single star. Where did the moon come from?"
The boy bent his waist and said with a smile, "As long as the girl wants to, our prince can only fish up all the moon in the sky and give it to the girl."
Song Qinghuan's eyes were full of contempt. She knew that Xiao Wei was the most unkind person, but now it seemed that she still underestimated him.
"What if I don't show my respect to you?"
The boy seemed to have expected Song Qinghuan's question, and said calmly: "The prince has said it, and the girl will definitely appreciate it."
As he spoke, he straightened up again: "The prince said that the Yipin Jutong Dianzhuang Pavilion is all the girl's hard work. I'm afraid I don't want to waste all my hard work for a long time."
Sure enough it was him!
Song Qinghuan's eyes turned cold, his nails dug into his palms, but he already had murderous intent in his heart.
Texue pulled Song Qinghuan and shook his head hurriedly: "The girl can't go. The prince of Yi is not easy to deal with. If the girl goes, I'm afraid she will suffer a loss."
I don’t know what happened to Song Qinghuan.
It had been about half a month since I was intercepted by Xiao Wei last time. He said he would give him three days, but there had been no movement for many days and they thought he would never show up.
Song Qinghuan thought for a while and finally decided to meet for a while.
You can always be passive and defend yourself all day long.
Song Qinghuan patted Taxue and said, "I'll go and meet you, and you can go find the Wucheng Soldiers and Horses Division."
As he said that, he planned to raise the curtain and get out of the car.
As soon as the car curtain was opened, the sound of horse hooves could be heard coming from far and near.
Song Qinghuan heard this and sat back after thinking about it.
Not long after, a man's violent voice with a rough voice was heard: "Who is there? What are they doing there even after the curfew?"
