Led by the maid, Luo Lingyu and Lu Yun appeared outside the house. Green bamboo fell outside the window. Through the shadows, they could vaguely see the man kneeling on the couch outside the bed. From the back, it was indeed King Chen. Luo Lingyu thought that Zhou Lang must be a great talent, which made King Chen keep running here to see him. Luo Lingyu and Lu Yun entered the house and heard Zhou Lang's voice, which was even hoarse than usual: "Young Master... go back. Ahem, I am sick, my face is not good, and I am very feminine. I am afraid that I will pollute your eyes. I will apologize to you when I recover another day."

Chen Wang Liu Chu always spoke slowly: "I am feminine, so what? I am also feminine... You... don't feel inferior to me."

Lu Yun stepped over the threshold and paused: Inferiority complex?!

Zhou Yangling was so stunning that she could look so heroic and imposing as a man, but when she changed back into female clothes, she would be as pure and clean as a fairy... Has she ever felt inferior because of her appearance? Women in the world all feel inferior, but Zhou Yangling would not feel inferior. What Zhou Yangling said was probably because she was ill and it was difficult for her to disguise her female body, so she did not want to meet Chen Wang Liu Chu more often.

Liu Chu was completely unconscious.

After Luo Lingyu sat down, she listened to King Chen's words and looked at him. At this glance, she felt that Zhou Lang, who was lying on the sickbed with his hair tied up, looked weak and frail, with thin eyebrows and wavy eyes. His face still had some masculine features, but his lips were red, his teeth were white, and his skin was crystal clear... At first glance, he really looked a bit like a woman.

Luo Lingyu stared at him intently, and suddenly a doubt came to her mind: even though she was a woman, she was still a beautiful girl. She knew some advanced makeup techniques that could change a person's facial features, such as when a woman dressed up as a man, she would make up her face to look more heroic. At this time, when Zhou Yang was lying on his sickbed, frail and haggard, his face was actually somewhat beautiful and soul-stirring...

She wanted to take a closer look, but Zhou Yangling, who was sitting on the bed to entertain the guests, raised his sleeves to cover his face, looked at Luo Lingyu, and said with a smile: "Sister, please stop staring at me. I really have a disfigured face and don't want to see anyone."

Zhou Yangling was very helpless.

She said she was ill, and King Chen insisted on coming to see her and take care of her personally. She was restless even during her illness, and had to continue to dress as a man. However, she was not energetic enough during her illness, and while she was perfunctorily trying to please King Chen, she did not expect Luo Lingyu and Lu Yun to arrive one after another. Luo Lingyu was such a beauty, and she was extremely sensitive to makeup... This made Zhou Yangling's disguise more difficult.

Luo Lingyu leaned forward and looked at Zhou Yangling's sick face with concern. Zhou Yangling covered his face with his sleeves and refused to let her see. Luo Lingyu had no choice but to say, "Don't worry, my dear. You just have a slight cold. You will be fine in two days."

Zhou Yangling responded vaguely, and in order to divert Luo Lingyu's attention from her face, she tried to talk about other topics.

Zhou Yangling talked a lot with Luo Lingyu, and the face of Chen Wang Liu Chu gradually became worse. Liu Chu looked at Lu Yun next to him, hoping that Lu Sanlang would understand what he meant and talk about his cousin. However, Lu Sanlang looked at his nose and looked at his heart, as if he didn't see him. Helplessly, Liu Chu had to try his best to organize his words in his mind, and then said: "Sister Luo, Zhou Lang is sick, you, don't disturb him."

Luo Lingyu's eyes darkened.

Zhou Yangling immediately comforted him, "It's okay, sir. I'd like to talk to Sister Luo... My complexion has faded due to my illness, and I was just thinking of asking Sister Luo how to cover it up. I don't want anyone who visits me to see my pale, haggard face."

Liu Chu thought for a moment, nodded, and looked at Luo Lingyu.

Luo Lingyu: “Uh…”

To help Zhou Yangling hide her haggard face? To be honest, the powders and creams she usually used were not suitable for sick people. But she also read medical books, and she actually knew some rare prescriptions, which could make things that patients could use. Luo Lingyu was fourteen years old, and she grew up in Nanyang for four years. The previous ten years were spent in Ruyang with her parents. When she was carefree and did not have to worry about her livelihood, she made many prescriptions for beauty.

Until today, no one else in the world can make the floral dew that she gave to Lu Sanlang exactly the same as she did.

These things are Luo Lingyu's own private collection, her own experience. She is a selfish person, and when she can't see the goal, she doesn't want to share her more than ten years of experience with others...

Zhou Yangling coughed and saw the doubt in Luo Lingyu's eyes. As a girl, she guessed Luo Lingyu's concerns at once, and Zhou Yangling quickly stopped her: "No need, no need. I was just talking casually, don't take it to heart, Sister Luo."

When Luo Lingyu was in a dilemma, she glanced around and saw Lu Sanlang drinking tea leisurely. Lu Sanlang seemed to have no interest in their topic. They were chatting happily, so he went to drink tea. But when Luo Lingyu looked over, she saw that when her husband was drinking tea, he heard them talking about the topic of "beautifying the face", and Liu Chu casually asked Luo Lingyu for a prescription... Lu Yun's lips, gently, hooked upwards.

When he chuckled alone, Luo Lingyu saw that smile and felt that he was mocking her.

Luo Lingyu was stunned. When she saw Lu Yun's half-smile, she was sure that he must look down on her. He must have said in his heart that she was so selfish and stingy that she could never give Zhou Lang good things. He must have thought that Liu Chu was talking nonsense... Luo Lingyu straightened her back and blurted out: "What's the matter? Zhou Lang is such a person. I admire Zhou Lang in my heart. I am willing to contribute some methods to help Zhou Lang adjust his complexion."

"Wait for me, Zhou Lang. I will go back and make some powder for you. I will definitely restore your former glory."

"Bang!"

As soon as she finished speaking, everyone in the room turned their heads and saw Lu Sanlang with a gloomy face, smashing the teacup in his hand heavily on the tray. Lu Yun looked at Luo Lingyu with a cold face, his eyes burning with anger, as if he didn't expect her to help Zhou Lang so much. Luo Lingyu felt happy when she saw his ugly face. She was a little reluctant at first, but now she helped Zhou Yangling sincerely, earnestly and enthusiastically: "Actually, I have some unused powder cakes with me now, I'll ask the maid to go back and get them for Zhou Lang..."

Zhou Yangling was slightly surprised, and seeing her clear and sincere eyes, he sighed, "Sister is really kind-hearted."

Luo Lingyu smiled and said, "Yes, I have always been so kind." After a pause, she couldn't help but add, "If someone can't see my kindness, they should reflect on why they can't see it and why I'm not good to him. Is he not worthy of my kindness?"