"Cuckoo." As soon as he entered, he saw a pigeon pecking at the peanuts on the plate, eating it with gusto.
Yunlin's black line, this pigeon is lazy and greedy.
He stepped forward and waved, only to see the pigeon turn back abruptly and peck the back of Yunlin's hand hard.
"You damn pigeon." Yunlin covered the back of his hand and glared at it, but saw it continuing to eat leisurely.
Yunlin really had the urge to silently ask the sky: "Eat, eat, eat. I know how to eat, even if I ask you to send a letter, I will eat you tonight."
I don’t know where the master caught the pigeons.
Every time I let it out these days, it either falls to the ground or flies back.
I never had the consciousness to send a letter.
Yunlin was angry and annoyed. He was angry because the pigeon was so lazy, and he was angry because he couldn't deliver the letter to his master.
The master must be very anxious.
"Cuckoo." After the pigeon was full, it flew unsteadily to the chair and squinted its eyes to rest.
As soon as he saw the pigeon sleeping, not only the corners of Yunlin's mouth twitched, but even the center of his eyebrows was beating vaguely.
*****
In the palace, Yun Tingruo looked at the steamer with white mist in front of her, then added some water and stopped putting firewood.
Dong'er mashed the petals aside, then placed them on the steamer and waited for the petals to be steamed dry.
While steaming, Yun Tingruo observed carefully.
She used Lingchi water for this water, and the white mist that came out was rich and fragrant.
"Miss, it smells so good." Dong'er's nose moved, and the air was filled with a strange fragrance.
After the flame flower is steamed and dried, the scent of the petals is very different from the initial petals.
In fact, this fragrance is not the fragrance of flower petals at all.
But the fragrance of Lingchi water.
Yun Tingruo naturally couldn't say anything, so she took out the hot and dry petal mud from the steamer.
Then immediately seal in a small jar.
"Miss, it's done." Dong'er watched Yun Tingruo's little hand move up and down, and soon, the small jar was sealed.
Yun Tingruo shook his head: "There are still two steps left."
Seal the petal mud overnight, add one-third of the jar's size of Lingchi water the next day, put it in a steamer and slowly steam it for two hours over the lowest heat.
Then put it in a cool place and wait for it to solidify into frost.
It's just the last step, I'm afraid it's a little troublesome, because it's almost time to leave the palace, and I'm afraid there won't be enough time to form frost.
"Miss, it's already a great blessing to make this beauty cream for him."
Dong'er curled her lips, that boy's scars were really ugly, Miss's beauty cream has eliminated his scars, and he will laugh all his life.
How dare you make any demands.
"It's a pity that we can't see his scars disappear." Yun Tingruo has made many beauty creams in modern times, all of which are used for whitening and moisturizing.
But this was her first time using beauty cream to eliminate scars, and she really wanted to see the results.
This time the beauty cream is mixed with Yun Tingruo's hopes for Mouge.
"Okay, miss, we've been doing this for almost a morning and going out for a walk."
Dong'er twisted her waist, now her temper was getting bolder.
"If you don't go out today, I have other things to do."
The clear tone was like pearls falling to the ground.
Yun Tingruo frowned, taking advantage of her leisure time in the palace, she wanted to improve the wooden gun. The purpose of the wooden gun would be of vital use in the world of killers in the future.
So this matter must be taken seriously.
"Oh." Dong'er nodded. If the lady doesn't go out, she will naturally not go out.
Then she had to memorize words and practice martial arts.
Now there are only her and the young lady in the Zichen Palace. The walls of this deep palace are very high, so there is no need to worry about being discovered.
In front of the desk, Yun Tingruo's brush was flicking on the rice paper.
Every stroke is her hard work.
Wooden spears are no more powerful than iron spears, and stones can only hurt people, but cannot harm them.
So Yun Tingruo planned the stone to turn into a small iron stone.
This kind of iron gun is a weapon used by killers all over the world. Everyone has one for protection.
In this time and space, traveling missions can only rely on swords, hidden weapons, and poisons, which are far inferior to modern weapons.
Therefore, Yun Tingruo could only develop weapons to survive in this time and space.
Dong'er was practicing martial arts in the yard. From the beginning he didn't understand anything, but now he is gradually becoming more and more skilled.
This didn't happen overnight.
The master and the servant were each busy with their own affairs, quietly and quietly.
****
Huaiyin Marquis Mansion.
In the backyard, the boudoir is different from the ordinary women's boudoir, with a quiet and elegant style.
Here, at a glance, everything is filled with gold, jade and jewelry.
There is a red gauze flower on Lan Yingying's head, which looks vulgar, and there are emerald tassels between her ears, which reflect the joy of her big red face.
The handkerchief in her hand was wrinkled by her pinching.
His face was full of slow anger.
Standing beside a fat maid, Xiao Yuan looked at the angry Lan Yingying.
Constantly comforting: "Princess, those ladies are so bold, they dare to laugh at you."
"Bang!" A heavy sound came, that was the sound made when porcelain collided.
Lan Yingying was angry and annoyed. She went to the banquet this morning and was laughed at by all the rich ladies as soon as she entered.
He said she had no shame and was an insult to the princess.
She also said that she deserved to be thrown out for seducing King Jin.
The words mocked her enough.
For a time, the banquet was filled with the laughter of the rich lady.
Lan Yingying was so angry that she couldn't stay at the party any longer, so she lost her temper as soon as she returned home.
Xiao Yuan's fat body trembled with fright, she shrank her neck, and cautiously took a peek at Lan Yingying.
Lan Yingying smashed a few more porcelains, and it was obvious at a glance that her mood was extremely bad.
"Damn it! Damn it, those wealthy ladies dare to laugh at this princess, damn it, damn it."
Lan Yingying's head was burning with flames, and her tone was full of endless resentment.
Although she was unwilling to admit it even to death, she was indeed thrown out of Prince Jin's Mansion by her cousin Liu Shang!
At this time, word spread in various palaces in the imperial city that for a while, Lan Yingying was even more dazzling than Yun Tingruo.
How could she swallow this bad breath
"Princess, those wealthy ladies are so abominable. I cursed them with sores on their faces."
Xiao Yuan took a deep breath again, boldly, with a flattering and hypocritical smile on her face.
"Tell me, what should I do about this matter?"
"Ah... slave, slave!" Xiao Yuan exclaimed, but she really didn't expect that she would shoot herself in the foot.
A hint of indifference flashed across Lan Yingying's face: "Why, I can't think of it."
"I can imagine it." Xiao Yuan smiled stiffly, and then, not knowing what she thought of, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she said loudly: "Princess Princess, why don't you ask me to go to Prince Jin's Mansion and ask Prince Jin for an explanation. "
"Then what." Lan Yingying was puzzled.
"If Prince Jin apologizes to me like the master, just like you apologize to me, how dare those wealthy ladies say anything at that time."
Xiao Yuan finished speaking in one breath, and then stared at Lan Yingying nervously.
"Yes, I asked my father to come to visit my cousin. He threw me out. I should apologize." Lan Yingying clapped her hands hard. This was a good idea.