Zhao Shu was speechless. "I dare not claim to be famous. I am Zhao Shu myself."
"Yes, yes, yes!" Zhou Hanyan's face flushed with excitement, and her eyes welled up with tears. "I admire you so much!"
Faced with the overly enthusiastic young girl, Zhao Shu felt a little embarrassed and couldn't take it anymore. Lin Dongxue noticed her awkwardness and said, "She's like this because she used Chun Yuan shampoo."
"Mmm, and face masks too! They're so good, Sister Jun, you're amazing." This time it was Sister Jun's turn; she seems to be a natural at making friends.
Zhao Shu quickly shook her head, "No, no, no, that was all thanks to the imperial physicians. It has nothing to do with me. I don't know how those things were made."
Indeed, she only provided the initial idea and the first prescription, and then studied it with Physician Peng for a while. After that, she stopped caring and left it to the imperial physicians to figure out.
The peach blossom and pear blossom varieties were all developed by the doctors newly recruited to Chunyuan Garden, and have nothing to do with her anymore; she is just a shareholder.
"I don't care, you're amazing." She started acting spoiled, clinging to Zhao Shu's arm and refusing to let go.
"Alright, alright, Princess, you still have things to do. Let go of me first." Lin Dongxue was also speechless and a little embarrassed. This girl was usually quite clever, didn't she realize that the Marshal was in a hurry?
"Okay, okay, Sister Jun, I'll pick out some clothes for you."
Zhao Shu thought about it and realized she really needed to change her clothes, so she nodded in agreement.
The capital of Zhuzhou is Chaimukuli, which translates to "Fairy City" in Chinese, meaning a blessed land like a fairyland. The Zhou family is a prominent family in Chaimukuli, holding a very high status, and they own all the shops in the surrounding area.
Zhou Hanyan picked out a light yellow, fitted, long dress for Zhao Shu, with a pretty bell hanging from one of her feet that made a crisp sound when it swayed.
She was not much older than Zhou Hanyan, and Zhao Shu was a woman from the Central Plains, not as tall as the women from Zhuzhou. At this moment, the dress Zhou Hanyan wore fit her perfectly. She removed the hair crown from her head, and her long, beautiful hair hung down. The maids combed her hair into a small bun on her head, and then put a small and exquisite hat on Zhao Shu's head. A long veil hung down from the brim of the hat to her heels.
"Sister A-Jun is so beautiful. Are all women in the Central Plains this beautiful?" Zhou Hanyan asked casually, clearly stunned by the beauty of the women in the Central Plains. What would she do if all women in the Central Plains were this beautiful?
Just a moment ago she was so excited she was dancing around, but now she's starting to look listless. Zhao Shu couldn't help but find it amusing. This girl was probably worried that Lin Dongxue would fall for someone else in the Central Plains. "Among the women of the Central Plains, I'm considered one of the ugliest."
"Ah, you call this ugly? How good does 'beautiful' have to be? Like a saintess?" Zhou Hanyan already had a bitter face.
Zhao Shu chuckled and shook her head. "You'll see when you go see it for yourself."
"My sister A-Jun won't let me go. Are all the women in the Central Plains really that beautiful? What about the women in Luoyang?" Although the people of Zhuzhou were open-minded, Zhou Hanyan was still a woman, and she still showed a little shyness. However, her big, hopeful eyes were watery, as if she was expecting Zhao Shu to say that the women in Luoyang were all ugly.
Having rushed here day and night, Zhao Shu was already extremely exhausted. It was rare for her to be cheerful. She said without any sympathy, "Luoyang peonies are the best in the world. The peony is the king of flowers. Beauties are like flowers. Don't you think the women of Luoyang are beautiful?"
"Ah!" A long wail followed. "It's all over, Sister Jun, I...I'll go get a face mask. Is my skin really that rough?" She started pinching her face in front of Zhao Shu, feeling dissatisfied with everything about it.
Zhao Shu chuckled again, "Pfft..." and then burst into laughter, "As the old saying goes, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. No matter how beautiful the women of Luoyang are, they can't compare to him who only takes one sip from the vast ocean of beauty. You're still young, and your skin is still beautiful. Alright, go out now, don't keep them waiting."
Zhou Hanyan's Chinese proficiency was exceptional. She understood Zhao Shu's words and immediately became excited again. Zhao Shu wondered if Zhou Hanyan was suspicious of something because she greeted her before even knowing her name when they first met.
After leaving the room and walking through the corridor, they arrived in the courtyard. Wei Tingsi stood by the fountain, dressed in black. He was not wearing the local clothing of Zhuzhou, but instead wearing a shiny black cloak. His hair was not tied up and hung down his back. A sword was at his waist, making him look like a chivalrous knight-errant.
Zhao Shu seemed to see the feeling of Dugu Qiubai in him.
Lin Dongxue had changed his clothes and wrapped a headscarf around his head. Wearing the men's clothing of Zhuzhou, Zhao Shu felt that he looked four or five years younger. The difference was quite significant, and she couldn't help but be speechless.
Upon seeing Zhao Shu, Li Dongxue's eyes flashed with amazement. He thought to himself, "I never expected Princess Jun to look so beautiful in the clothes of other tribes." Zhou Hanyan snorted coldly, and he immediately lowered his head, looking like a submissive wife, completely henpecked. Zhou Hanyan's anger subsided, and she took Zhao Shu's hand, saying, "Isn't Sister Jun beautiful?"
Wei Tingsi turned around, and even across the fountain, no, even across thousands of miles, he could see the woman at a glance. No matter what she was wearing, her bright eyes and white teeth, her gentle smile, were like a ray of sunshine in spring, shining into his heart and lingering there for a long time.
He stepped across the water in the fountain and flew to Zhao Shu's side. He looked directly into her eyes, gazing at her affectionately. Then, he gently pulled her long, ankle-length scarf over her face. "Although many people like you, it proves that I have good taste. But whether my taste is good or not, I don't need others to prove it to me."
Zhao Shu chuckled softly and obediently covered her cheeks with a light veil.
Zhou Hanyan, standing nearby, already felt incredibly romantic. Looking at Zhao Shu and Wei Tingsi, she felt they were like a match made in heaven, and she was so envious that she almost forgot to breathe.
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