The Dreamer in the Spring Boudoir

Seeing Mo Yuhou’s attitude towards Nie Sang-soo also knows that he wants to turn his head and fall in love with Nie Sang-soo, which is simply a fantasy. (Good-looking novel) Ji Manla looked at the person who was still crying on the ground, and asked: "Are you planning to put me in my life for a lifetime, so I made this wish?"

Nie Sang looked up at her and extended her hands to show her. Jiman was puzzled and looked down and found that her hands were already transparent.

She didn't say much, and didn't explain whether her wish was this or not. She turned and disappeared into the smoke screen.

Jiman frowned and didn't understand what it meant. However, Nie Sangqi just left, she could not do anything.

When I woke up, my back was still burning and I couldn’t move. Jiman sucked two air-conditioners and whispered, "Oh."

I have already hit the water, and when she wakes up, she quickly goes to the bed: "Do not move the master, let the slaves come."

Jiman groaned, his chest was very uncomfortable, but he was really unmovable. He could only ask painfully: "How long can I relax?"

"The lady's ointment works well. I asked Dr. Li. You are injured and you can get out of bed after three days."

Have you been squatting for three days? Jiman vomited and thought for a while, asking: "I still don't understand. How did they know yesterday that I was not thinking about the pavilion?"

I looked back at the room and said, "Is the master forgetting? Liu Yan, who lives outside, is sent by Hou Ye to look at you. If you have thought about it, they will naturally know."

It turned out that there is still this, Ji Man gritted his teeth, the pre-existing tips are not, how does she know that Liu Yan is an eyeliner? I knew that I would not go to the main entrance and change the wall. Anyway, she has recently become more comfortable.

I have already given it this way, and there is no other way. Fortunately, the Mo Yuhou still has two points of humanity. Seeing that she is so hurt, she said that she could not use the handkerchief for these two days.

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Do not embroider the sun, but still have dinner. Zhao Auntie received the money, but she would do something. If she didn't have to take it, she would personally let a little girl send the dinner in. By the way, I took the things that Jiman wanted and the pot that I wanted to find.

The soup of two dishes and one soup turned out to be a bone soup, and Liu took two eyes and frowned slightly. The little girl who gave the meal was stunned: "The main body of Mulberry is weak, and he has been subjected to family law. The lady has ordered more care, and the kitchen has given the soup to the soup."

In this way, Liu Yan did not doubt anything.苜蓿 Feeding Jiman to run out of dinner, Jiman was impatient to say: "Open the bag."

Not too big or small, the little girl hides in the skirt and brings it in. When I opened it curiously, I saw two packs of beeswax, a jar of almond oil and some bottles and cans.

"What does the master do with this?"

Jiman smiled: "The experiment, there is no chemical here, this formula is what I used to look at in the novel, let's try it, can you make a cream."

When the master said it now, he often couldn’t understand it, but the last sentence was to understand: "What is the cream?"

"When you apply your face, you can make your face white and tender." Jiman moved a little, and there was a cold sweat on his forehead. He bit his teeth: "I pointed at it and made me turn over."

I still don't understand, and Jiman told her: "You must first pick up the sweet-scented osmanthus outside the yard."

Naturally, there are no rich and expensive flowers in this deserted yard. In autumn, only sweet-scented osmanthus is available. I worked as if I had done it with a basket full of sweet-scented osmanthus.

"Use the pot over there, add some water, cook all the flowers, and cover them with lids." Ji Manman commanded on the pillow.

I also did it, and when a pot of sweet-scented osmanthus became a juice, it was sealed with a clean jar.

"The beeswax is heated again by water." Jiman looked at the sky, and before dark, he should be able to make a sample. (no pop-up ads)

Compared with the ancient cosmetics with heavy lead and benzene, the cream is much better and the cost is not expensive. It is just a little troublesome to do, and it is not necessarily successful. As a modern person, she always has to open a golden finger. She thought about it last time. When working on a woman's face, naturally she only has to make a cream.

After the beeswax melts, Jiman will pour the almond oil into some, and finally pour the sweet-scented osmanthus juice into the boil. A small pot of things, but the fragrance is overflowing.

The eyes blinked brightly, and the pale yellow juice in the pot became thicker and thicker. When Timman asked her to add enough material in turn, when the fire was withdrawn, these things were already crystal clear and lovely.

"Take the box on my dressing table, take a few big ones at random, pour everything inside the rouge, wash it to install this."

"Yes." He quickly took a bunch of boxes and went out. Jiman touched his face and gritted his teeth. He had to be a mouse for these women.

A small pot of cream, filled with five large boxes, three small boxes. Jiman sighed, but also Nie Sang's rouge, or the box is not enough. The cream was not cold, and some were hot. Jiman put the cockroaches on the table and looked down the next day.

"She didn't send a letter to the outside?" Mo Yuhou leaned on the soft couch and looked at Liu Yan.

Liu Yan shook his head and said: "In the past two days, the main son of Sang has been shut in the house. I just picked up the sweet-scented osmanthus in the yard. I don't know what I am doing. But there is nothing in sending the letter."

Ning Yuxuan felt strange. With Nie Sang-soo's temper, he was served by such a family law. He did not write a letter to Nie or the palace. Still honestly staying?

Wen Hao was beside him, and he said with a smile: "It is also a good thing for her to see it so well. Hou Ye does not have to worry about the pressure in the palace."

Ning Yuxuan followed with a bang, thinking about it, the mother’s return is not far away. He is so over-expressed to Nie Sangzhen, or find a chance to release her and give two sweet dates to avoid She cried in front of her mother. Wen Yu is still in the house. If the mother is told to see Nie Sang, it must be that Wen Yu is not a good person.

But just after playing, he can't just put people out, but have to find a step.

Thinking in my heart, there is no expression on my face: "I am tired of continuing to look at her."

"The slaves retire." Liu Yan retired after a ceremony.

Jiman spent two days as a white mouse, wiped the cream for two days, did not find any side effects, his face was quite good. He was squatting beside him, his eyes full of curiosity.

"Take a box and try." Jiman smacked at her mouth, blinking, and pinching the corner of the clothes, embarrassedly asked: "Can you?"

"Yeah." Jiman nodded, her skin is different in nature, she is a bit oily, she is neutral, and a little white mouse is not bad.

I am happy to hold the cream and try it.

After the time passed for seven days, the effect of the cream was really good, and the faces of the master and the servant looked white and tender.

Jiman can get out of bed, but he can't bend over and it hurts. Looking at her face in the mirror, and then licking her face, she felt that it was time to act.

"Who is the most favored person except the wife in the yard?" Jiman asked.

Ruan said: "In addition to the Rose Garden, Hou Ye went to the Cedar Court. The snowy mother in the head is not very good, but her younger brother is a friend of Hou Ye. Hou Ye has always taken care of her. Nothing will go to sit. ""

Jiman remembered the cough that had been seen in Xitang, and she was thinking of her.

"What is her girl's name?"

Yan Xiaodao said: "Snowy mother's gimmick is a light bamboo, so many squats, she is the best, when she is idle, she also loves to talk to her."

Jiman licked his lips and reached for a small box of cream. He said: "Since we have a good relationship with her, we can't hide the good things. You send her a box for her to use, just don't tell her to tell other 丫鬟""

Blinking his eyes: "The last time I asked the slaves about it, the face was getting better and better. The slave thought that this thing was secretly made by us, so she didn't tell her. If she got this, she would be happy. Unfortunate. Thank you, Master!"

Jiman smiled slightly: "Go and go, stay with me for so many days in the house, and be boring."

He responded with a bang and squeezed the box and ran away quickly.

Women are pleasing to the self, although it is a jealousy, it is also a love of beauty. The light bamboo holding the cream is so happy that it has been sneaked for two days. It feels really good. Even when she is grooming the snow maiden, the master has turned back and asked her: "Light bamboo, which rouge you used? How does it look better?"

Thousands of Pity Snow because of poor body, the doctor asked her to use less blush powder, she has always been plain. Although it is also a beauty, but without makeup, how can it be lighter. Danzhu is a scorpion's gimmick. There are good things and don't want to hide. I quickly return to the house to bring the cream to the snow maiden.

"He said that this is the cream made by her master's osmanthus. There is no side effect. The slaves tried for two days and felt that it was much better than those rouge gouache. The face was clear and refreshing, and it was not greasy."

There was some light in the sorrowful snow, but then it was bleak: "I can't use these things anymore. No matter how good it is."

"This thing is not as harmful as rouge gouache, it should be usable." Danzhu quickly said: "The doctor said that there are things in the gouache that are harmful to the body, but this is the osmanthus, the master can try."

Thousands of pity snow eyes lit up again, looking at himself in the bronze mirror, and quickly said: "Then you give me a try."

"Hey." Light bamboo quickly dressed for her, wiped the cream.

Jiman waited for a few days, and it was not surprising that Danzhu came to the door.

"Sang master." Danzhu did not have the arrogance of Pinellia, and came in honestly, and looked at her dressing table: "Slaves daring to use the cream made by Mulberry to my master."

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