Sang Luan asked casually, "What's wrong with Qiuzhuang's tilt?"
Yuan Jinsheng took in her expression and chuckled, "Nothing, I just think the lip balm made by this shop is pretty good."
Then she sighed softly, "Unfortunately, I looked around and found no color that suits me. I finally chose one that suits you better. I was planning to buy some as gifts for the ladies in the palace."
Sang Luan silently put away the lip balm in her hand, "Her lips are red and her teeth are white. She doesn't need any external help at all. She is still a great beauty."
"When it's just you and me, I'm not some idiot." Yuan Jinsheng curled his lips, his handsome eyebrows slightly knitted together, "I still prefer the way you call me Ah Sheng."
Sang Luan couldn't help but think of Liu Wenxian's face when she told her not to be unreasonable to her.
Since entering the mansion, she has never seen Liu Wenxian afraid of anything.
*** is ten years older than her.
But this age is normal for her era, just the right age for college graduation.
Sang Luan raised her eyes slightly, and what came into her sight was Yuan Jinsheng's delicate and small face.
It was really hard for her to connect the person in front of her with the identity of ***.
Sang Luan's eyebrows curved and she looked at Yuan Jinsheng with a smile, "A Sheng."
The next moment, Sang Luan raised her eyes inadvertently and when she saw the color of Yuan Jinsheng's lips, her eyes suddenly lit up.
She supported herself on the edge of the table with her hands, stood up suddenly, and took two steps at a time to reach Yuan Jinsheng.
She suddenly grabbed Yuan Jinsheng's hand and said, "Come with me. I know what kind of lip balm suits you."
Soon, Sang Luan took Yuan Jinsheng to the side hall of Furong Garden.
In the past few days, she has completely used the side hall of Furong Garden as her secret base for making lip balm.
As soon as the door opened, a faint fragrance suddenly rushed into the nose, making people unable to avoid it.
Yuan Jinsheng couldn't help but take a few deep breaths. Her pupils slowly widened and she looked at the scene in front of her with disbelief.
She slightly turned her body, looked at Sang Luan and asked, "You...what is this?"
Sang Luan raised the corners of her eyes slightly, walked straight forward, and picked up the dried flowers beside her. "Didn't you say you couldn't find a color that suits you? It just so happens that I'm a little interested in this area. I know what color suits you."
Yuan Jinsheng stared at the dried flower in Sang Luan's hand, quickly stepped forward, took it, and looked at it again and again.
"Why is this flower different from the ones I usually see?"
Yuan Jinsheng looked confused.
Sang Luan was stunned and asked tentatively, "You haven't seen this flower before?"
Yuan Jinsheng: "Yes, this flower is too strange. It looks the same as the flowers in the Imperial Garden, but the touch is completely different."
She moved the dried flowers closer and sniffed them gently. "If you smell it carefully, there's still a faint fragrance."
Sang Luan lowered her head slightly and decided to discuss the market for dried flowers with Meng Youning later.
Yuan Jinsheng suddenly said, "It would be even better if the box for Qiuzhuangxie was more exquisite."
Sang Luan kept all of this in mind.
"Didn't you just say you knew what color of lip balm would suit me?" Yuan Jinsheng blinked and looked sideways at Sang Luan. "What color is it?"
She had her hands behind her back, wearing a white dress, slightly tiptoed, and looked at Sang Luan with a smile.
She looked like a young girl who had just come of age.
As soon as Sang Luan raised her eyes, this was the scene she saw.
Because Yuan Jinsheng was born a girl, she was able to live peacefully in the palace full of wolves and tigers.
She and the current emperor are born of the same mother. In this palace, only Yuan Jinsheng lives relatively freely.
She doesn't have to worry about getting married, food and clothing, and even less about palace affairs.
She was also an exception in the palace. Unless she wanted to get married, no one in the huge palace could force her.
The reason why her skin is so well maintained is not only due to the external products she uses and her natural beauty, but also has a lot to do with her mood throughout the day.
Sang Luan silently retracted her gaze and walked towards Yuan Jinsheng, "You'll know in a moment."
*
Jiang Zhuo had a faint smile on his face as he walked towards the gate of the mansion.
The next moment, when she saw Meng Youning's extremely pale face and somewhat unsteady steps, she was suddenly startled.
"Hurry, hurry, what are you all still standing there for? Go and support the Crown Princess."
She quickly waved to the people around her.
As soon as she finished speaking, the two personal maids beside her quickly stepped forward and supported Meng Youning's arms.
Jiang Zhuo waved his hand and was about to hit Qi Ran next to him, "Why don't you go quickly."
Qi Ran slightly raised his waist and happened to avoid Jiang Zhuo's slap.
A smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if to say, you didn’t hit it, did you?
Jiang Zhuo was silent for a moment, then raised his hand and slapped him again.
This time, the blow hit Qi Ran's right arm hard.
Qi Ran frowned, subconsciously reaching out to cover the area where he was hit, and grimaced at Jiang Zhuo, "Mom! You want to beat me to death!"
Jiang Zhuo clicked his tongue impatiently, "I really want to beat you to death. You Ning is already like this, and you're still here talking nonsense to me!"
Qi Ran gently rubbed the place where he was hit and curled his lips, "You asked me to go here."
After he finished speaking, he quickly stepped forward before Jiang Zhuo reached out his hand again.
He pushed the two maids beside Meng Youning apart, bent down slightly, protected Meng Youning's neck with one hand, and placed the other hand behind Meng Youning's knees.
With a little strength in his hands, Meng Youning was held in Qi Ran's arms.
Jiang Zhuo stretched out his hands carefully, moving them back and forth in the air.
The previous moment, he wanted to reach out and pull Meng Youning down, and the next moment he was afraid that Meng Youning would fall from Qi Ran's arms.
After working for a long time, he finally withdrew his hand silently.
The moment Qi Ran picked her up, Meng Youning subconsciously placed her hands behind Qi Ran's neck.
Fold your hands and hold them together tightly.
Meng Youning reacted quickly.
Was she being carried like a princess by Qi Ran?
After realizing this, Meng Youning quickly freed one hand, half-clenched his right fist, placed it on Qi Ran's heart, and gently beat it a few times.
"Put me down quickly. I can walk by myself."
She raised her eyes with some effort and could only see Qi Ran's slightly beard-like chin.
The breath he exhaled spread evenly on one of her cheeks.
She couldn't help but scratch her face.
Qi Ran just casually lowered his eyes, glanced at her, and opened his lips slightly, "You'd better not move. It was mother who asked me to hold you."
If Meng Youning had paid more attention at this moment, she would have seen that under Qi Ran's cold appearance, the tips of his ears were slightly red.
Jiang Zhuo, who was standing behind him, saw this scene and the smile on his face almost reached his ears.
She quickly took a step forward and nodded frantically, "Yes, yes, I was the one who asked you to hold me. Youning, you're so weak now, let Ran'er stay by your side and take good care of you."
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