Lingyu: “…”

Is this what is called partiality?

The author has something to say: Luo Lingyu: Did I really spend a lot of money on my makeup?

Lu Yun: Guess (＾＿＾)

Chapter 7

The flowers are fragrant in the open air, like flowers but not flowers, like dew but not dew.

It sounds refreshing, but it is very complicated to make. It is not just made by picking dew on flower petals. Luo Lingyu spent a year picking flower petals. After that, she washed the petals and dried them, and then put them on a specially fired steamer to evaporate. The flowers were picked and steamed repeatedly, and the fragrance accumulated, and the fragrance never faded. The flowers had to be carefully selected, the time had to be just right, and the platinum steamer was not easy to get. Luo Lingyu and her sister were busy for a whole spring and winter, and they steamed countless flowers to get such a small bottle.

"Just one drop will give you a wonderful aroma that will fill your nose with sweet fragrance. Even the strongest milk smell can be suppressed. If you don't like the taste of buttermilk, you can use the flower dew to balance it out."

Lingyu glanced at the beautiful girl with drooping eyebrows and eyes in the candlelight, and seemed to understand something. She suddenly showed a timid smile, said "yes", and led Lingxi, who was still confused at the time and didn't know what Luo Lingyu was hinting at, downstairs. It's no wonder that Lingxi was puzzled. After arriving at the Lu family, there was an extra maid, and Luo Lingyu sent Lingxi, who she was used to, to take care of her sister Luo Yunhuan. Luo Yunhuan was sick for a few days, and Lingxi took care of her for a few days. When the young lady was alive and well, Lingxi had inexplicably become Luo Yunhuan's maid.

The lights flickered, the girl bowed her head, and two maids were busy going in and out. Sitting on the couch, Luo Yunhuan buried her face in the jade bowl, scooping the cake into her mouth one spoonful at a time. Her eyes, as bright as black grapes, rolled around, and she saw her beautiful sister watching the two maids leave with a pair of affectionate eyes. Luo Yunhuan swallowed the cake in her mouth and muttered, "Sister, are you trying to curry favor with people again?"

Luo Lingyu turned her head and glared at her sister, saying angrily, "What do you mean by fawning? That's really rude. I just have something good and want to share it with my relatives."

Luo Yunhua was a smart kid, she pouted and said, "But even if you give it to me as a gift, I still won't like it even if I don't like it."

Having lived with her sister since she was young, Luo Yunhuan has seen many people talk about her sister behind her back. They say that her sister looks like a demon, not noble enough, and not worthy of being a gentleman. They say that, but everyone secretly looks at her sister. Luo Lingyu has no idea how many times people have said this to her, and she is very angry... Luo Lingyu smiled and said slowly: "I don't ask everyone to love me, but I don't ask to make enemies with everyone. I am so talented and beautiful, and there are too many people who are jealous of me. It's normal."

Luo Yunhua: "Bullshit! You even dripped flower dew on your third cousin... Oh, I get it, you are trying to please him, so you must want to get married again."

Marry? Again?

Luo Lingyu said earnestly: "Don't say 'shit'. What do you know? Don't talk nonsense outside. Who am I doing this for? It's all for you!"

Luo Yunhua didn't buy it: "You do this for fame and fortune, to have endless wealth and prosperity, but you don't do this for me!"

Luo Lingyu: “…”

She stared at her sharp-tongued little sister in astonishment. After their parents passed away, she had been both a mother and an elder sister, raising her little sister to this age. In order to prevent her from being too naive, she usually spoke and acted in a way that was friendly to her. But no matter how you put it… such words coming from a nine-year-old girl were too harsh.

Luo Yunhuan continued to snort: "You must have seen that your third cousin is a handsome man, so you try to please him everywhere. Just like the man we rescued on the boat, you thought he was poor, so you despised him and didn't even look at him. That brother was really pitiful, and it was also strange. I don't know why he suddenly got off the boat later..."

Luo Lingyu's beautiful eyes flickered, and she felt a little disappointed.

Of course, the brother did not get off the boat on his own initiative, but was forced to do so by her. But facing her sister who woke up and screamed, Luo Lingyu certainly would not tell the truth. Luo Yunhuan was unaware of her sister's evil deeds, and was still sad for a while about why the injured brother left without saying goodbye and why he was ungrateful... The next day, Luo Yunhuan started to have a fever when she got off the boat, and naturally she completely gave up on saving people.

When this matter was brought up, Luo Yunhuan's conclusion was: "...In short, sister, you just hate poverty and love wealth!"

Luo Lingyu: "Shut up. You are so noble, but you still have to rely on me for food and drink. I really hate poverty and love wealth, so I should drive you to the street to beg for two days. If you can't get food, you will go hungry for three or four meals. Let's see if you can still be stubborn." Seeing her sister's face wrinkled, she reached out and pulled her sister over, pinching her face hard. Luo Yunhuan wailed in her sister's arms and tried to hide, but her sister pulled her chubby face and said:

"No more eating! Go read and memorize your lessons!"

"Be a little lady to me. Be a little talent to me."

Luo Yunhuan struggled for a while, shouting "No". However, although her sister looked slender, she was very strong. She dragged her and threw several books at her face. After she said just a few more words, Luo Lingyu took revenge and pinched half of her sister's face red, forcing the young lady to open the book with tears in her eyes.

She really doesn't like reading, writing, playing the musical instrument, chess, calligraphy and painting.

But Luo Lingyu is a person——

"He's really scheming." It was late at night, and while chatting with his mother and watching his son practicing calligraphy, when Lingyu and the other two girls brought the fresh cheese, Zhang Minglan, the eldest wife of the Lu family, took a look and asked someone to put it away. She gave a comment, her lips slightly curled, very playful.

On the couch was a small table. The eight-year-old boy, Silang Lu Chang, was lying on the table, practicing calligraphy with a wolf-hair brush. Lu Chang was not born to Madam Lu, but his biological mother was of low status and timid, so all his daily affairs were directly managed by Madam Lu. In the first few years, Madam Lu didn't pay much attention to Lu Chang, and her heart was on her two children. When the eldest lady got married and Erlang grew up, she had nothing to do for a few years, so Madam Lu simply took Lu Chang in and taught him personally.

In this regard, his biological mother and concubines could only express their gratitude but dared not say much. Lu Erlang Lu Xian was kind-hearted by nature, and he would only be happier if his mother took good care of his fourth brother, and would not be jealous.