"Since you want to understand, then don't need me to ask any more, I have to explain it all, don't try to hide it from me, I already know what is causing your face."
"Yes, I will tell you all."
Mingzhu lowered her head in shame.
"I didn't follow my sister's instructions. I would apply each piece of mask for more than half an hour, and then I would tear it off when she was completely dry. The effect of the previous few times was still very good. I obviously felt that the skin became a lot hydrated. Later on, I was a little eager to get it and wanted to look better, so I applied a few tablets a day, or even stacked a few tablets together, thinking that maybe the effect would be better."
Although he had guessed what caused the red bumps on Mingzhu's face, after hearing Mingzhu's explanation in person, Ming Jiuge rolled his eyes speechlessly.
Where is the mask still applied? This is urging himself to disfigure.
"I'm serious, I can't find an adjective to describe you anymore, but I'm more curious. There are only a few masks I gave you. How do you use so many?"
Ming Jiuge asked curiously.
According to Ming Zhu’s description, it seems that she has used a dozen facial masks these days, but her bowl for Ming Zhu’s bottle adds up to ten sheets. Where did Ming Zhu come from so many that can be squandered
Mingzhu gritted his teeth when Ming Jiuge asked so carefully.
"I researched the paper used in the mask and found that it could be replaced with the same material. So I soaked the paper in the lotion and took it out to apply after it was soaked."
After hearing these words, Ming Jiuge smiled.
I have to say that Pearl is really a talent in terms of beauty. She can even think of such a method by analogy, and it can be regarded as some talent.
Hearing Ming Jiu Ge's laughter, Ming Zhu's head lowered lower. She felt that she was like a low-status actor at the moment, allowing Ming Jiu Ge to laugh.
"My sister should explain what I should explain, so is my face still saved?"
"Yes, there must be salvation, but you are also a talent. I have repeatedly told you how to use it. You still insist on doing it, but now that something happens, you are still framing me. You make me very chilling, I Good
younger sister. "
Ming Jiuge puts his hands around his chest, looking at Mingzhu with a smile.
Mingzhu knew what Mingjiuge meant when she said this. Mingjiuge was waiting for her apology. Mingzhu gritted her teeth and was a little unwilling, but she had no other choice but to bow her head and apologize.
"Sister, I'm sorry, it's all my sister's fault. I framed you without checking the situation in advance, and came here to accuse you. It was all my fault. I know I was wrong. Please forgive me, please don't follow me. I care about it, I am too anxious."
Mingzhu's explanation was very low. This was the first time she bowed her head to Ming Jiuge like this.
"Okay, I don’t need your apology, come in with me, take something back and smear your face, the red bumps on your face will disappear in two days, but you can’t use the mask anymore. Not only masks, but other rouge balm and other things, you won’t be able to use them for these two days. Of course, if you don’t want this face anymore, you don’t have to listen to me.”
Hearing that her face could be saved, Mingzhu couldn't care about other things at this time.
"Listen! Listen! I must listen to my sister."
"come in."
Ming Jiuge led Mingzhu back to the yard, and after instructing Mingzhu to wait in the yard, she went back to the room, closed the door, and stepped into the space.
After searching for it, I found a bottle of potion for Mingzhu. This potion can reduce inflammation and reduce red bumps. It is most suitable for Mingzhu's current situation. Ming Jiuge took the potion and left the room.
"This bottle of potion is for you. Apply it once in the morning and evening after cleansing your face. This time you don't want to be able to heal it more quickly. Otherwise, I won't be able to save your face."
Ming Jiuge threatened Mingzhu deliberately, but in fact, it doesn't matter if the potion is applied more. On the contrary, it can speed up the speed of removing the red bumps on the face, but she just wants Mingzhu to have a long memory.
"Yes, my sister knows, my sister will definitely follow my sister's wishes this time."
Mingzhu solemnly took it, her hand holding the potion bottle was trembling slightly, her mood was very complicated at the moment, there was joy that she was about to heal her face, and there was also the *** caused by bowing her head to Ming Jiuge. Have resentment towards Mingjiuge.
"Well, just take it and leave. I'm going to rest, don't bother to come."
Ming Jiu Ge drove people out loudly.
"It's my sister
Open, don't disturb my sister to rest. "
Mingzhu lowered her head slightly and took her maid away.
"Miss, Second Miss, is this self-inflicted?"
As soon as Mingzhu left, Wanwan walked to Ming Jiuge's side and asked with a smile.
"What do you think?" Ming Jiuge smiled evilly, leaving an ambiguous answer, and turned around and entered the room.
Ming Jiuge who entered the room didn't waste time, but entered the space and started practicing. Now that she is ready to start practicing, she will stick to it.
…
Towards the evening, Wanwan knocked on the door.
Hearing the sound of knocking on the door, Ming Jiuge came out of the space. After this afternoon's practice, she felt that her body was lighter.
"Knock on the door before it's time for dinner, is there something?" Ming Jiuge called Wanwan to ask.
"It's Miss Yalan, Miss Yalan sent someone to bring her homemade cakes."
Wanwan said with a look embarrassed, and she didn't want to come in and disturb her lady, but she really didn't know how to deal with this pastry.
"Give it again?"
Ming Jiuge raised her eyebrows, what kind of calculation did Ming Yalan play? Counting today, I have already sent pastries to this side twice, and I went to Wuwang Temple in the middle. In the two days in the Fuzhong, Ming Yalan sent some people to bring pastries.
"Take it in and let me have a look."
"Yes."
Wanwan walked out and carried a small food box when he came in. Wanwan put the small food box on the table, opened the lid, and brought out the pastry inside.
Ming Jiuge glanced at it, and the pastries this time were much more delicate than the last time, and it seemed to have taken a lot of attention.
But what is the purpose of Ming Yalan doing this? Make peace with her
"Miss, that's it."
"Well, let it go, you go to the elder brother's yard to see if he has received Ming Yalan's pastries."
When Ming Yalan sent her pastry last time, she also sent a copy to Ming Qingzhan, so Ming Jiuge wanted to see if Ming Yalan sent both sides this time.
"Yes, the slave and maid will go now."
Wanwan led his orders to leave.
Ming Jiuge looked at the cakes on the table uncertainly.
"Beasts, are these poisonous?"
Hearing the call, the beast flashed out of the room, and got to the side of the cake to sniff the taste.
(End of this chapter)