Chapter 42 Rouge is complete
Watching Hongxing walk away, Aman straightened his clothes and smiled knowingly.
The young master was right after all; if we calm down when things happen, things will turn around.
And then, things took a turn for the better.
Once you know where the problem lies, all you need to do is address it accordingly.
Upon arriving at the market, Aman bought the vegetables he needed for the day, and then leisurely went to Cuiyun Hall to buy top-quality beeswax.
Aside from feeling a little pain when taking out half a tael of silver to buy beeswax, everything else was quite calm and composed.
Back at Wutong Garden, Aman didn't tell Fu Yunxiu and the others that she had bought the wrong beeswax. Instead, she planned to surprise them once the rouge was finished.
Two more days passed quickly. Early that morning, a scream suddenly came from Wutong Garden.
Mantou was helping Fu Yunxiu get dressed when she heard the noise. She quickly took off the clothes and went to Aman's room.
"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Mantou rushed into the room and saw Aman holding the rouge she had made, jumping around in the room, as happy as a child.
"It's done! It's done!"
Seeing him come in, Aman happily showed the rouge to Mantou, "Look."
Inside the bluish-green bamboo box, the solidified rouge was as red as blood, smooth to the touch, and emitted a faint floral fragrance.
It does look quite professional.
Seeing that it was a false alarm, Mantou breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "I was so scared. I thought something had happened to you."
No sooner had Mantou finished speaking than Fu Yunxiu's voice came from the east wing, tinged with urgency, "Mantou, what happened?"
"It's nothing, young master. It's just that Aman is making a fuss," Mantou replied.
“Young Master is awake,” Aman said with a grin when she heard Fu Yunxiu’s voice. “Then I’ll take the rouge over and let Young Master take a look.”
Mantou thought to himself, "With the noise you're making, you could wake up a dead person," before realizing something was wrong.
No, young master is still wearing his undergarments.
However, Aman was only focused on getting Fu Yunxiu to see the rouge she had made, and by the time Mantou realized what was happening, she had already gone inside.
On the bed, Fu Yun was half-naked, his inner garments had been removed, leaving only a pair of underpants.
Hearing footsteps, he thought it was Mantou returning, but when he looked up, he met Aman's bright and clear eyes.
“You…” Fu Yunxiu’s vision went black, and he grabbed the thin blanket at his feet and wrapped himself up tightly.
After making sure only his head was sticking out, he finally spoke, "How did you get in?"
Her voice sounded somewhat embarrassed and annoyed, but Aman didn't notice.
"Young master, look."
Ah Man was immersed in the joy of making rouge, completely unaware that there was anything wrong with her swaggering into the man's room so early in the morning, and even less did she notice that Fu Yunxiu's cheeks were so red they were almost bleeding.
Aman stepped forward and showed Fu Yunxiu the rouge inside the bamboo box.
A gentle fragrance wafted into his nostrils, carrying a slight early morning chill, making Fu Yunxiu feel increasingly cold in his upper body, and his whole body felt extremely uncomfortable.
He subconsciously distanced himself from her, only glancing at her briefly before saying, "Okay, you can go out first."
However, Ah Man was so overwhelmed with joy that she didn't pay attention to what she was saying and asked to herself, "Young master, can you guess why I succeeded this time?"
Fu Yunxiu had no energy left to guess at this point; his mind was completely muddled.
A lone man and a woman, disheveled, what kind of behavior is this?
"You go out first." Fu Yunxiu's ears were so red they were almost bleeding.
"Oh, young master, guess!" Aman persisted.
"you……"
Fu Yunxiu felt like a scholar encountering a soldier, and this soldier was a hothead.
The two remained facing each other, so when Mantou entered, he saw Aman standing in front of the young master's bed, holding a rouge box, trying to stuff it into the young master's arms.
The young master, wrapped entirely in the blanket, stared in terror at Aman's outstretched hand. His face and neck were even redder than the rouge in Aman's box, making him look like a respectable man being harassed.
Mantou glanced around casually and saw the undergarment draped over the bed.
It must have been after hearing that Aman was alright that the young master took off his clothes himself.
So, does that mean the young master is currently naked?
Um! ! ! ?
Now, Mantou finally understood why his young master's face was so red.
Originally intending to watch the show, they dared not do so now. They quickly stepped forward, grabbed Aman's shoulder, and pushed Aman out of the room.
"What are you doing? I still have things to say to the young master." Aman was forced to walk out, looking unwilling.
"We'll talk about it later, it won't make a difference if it takes a little longer." Mantou pushed the person out of the house and then slammed the door shut.
"Hey, you damn steamed bun, I'll beat you into a pancake sooner or later!" Aman almost bumped his nose when he turned around, waving his fist and shouting indignantly.
Inside the room, Fu Yunxiu, wrapped in a quilt, finally breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Aman's footsteps gradually fading away. He then loosened the quilt, revealing a bit of his thin, pale chest.
In just a short while, he was covered in sweat.
"Ah Man runs too fast. I wasn't watching him for a moment, and he ran straight into the inner room." Mantou said, taking clothes from the clothes rack next to him.
Fu Yunxiu didn't say anything, but lifted the quilt and reached out for him to help him get dressed.
Having put on his right arm, Fu Yunxiu was about to put on his left arm when he heard a clear, melodious "bang" from the doorway, which startled him so much that he grabbed the blanket and wrapped himself up tightly.
"..."
Everything happened so fast that Mantou didn't even have time to react. After a long while, he finally spoke, pointing to the door and then to Fu Yunxiu, "It seems... the door bolt wasn't fastened properly... and it fell down."
Mantou suddenly felt the atmosphere was a bit awkward, and he didn't know what to do with his hands and feet.
This Ah Man is quite a character; he managed to frighten the young master to such an extent that he's on edge.
Seeing that Fu Yunxiu had wrapped himself up completely in the blink of an eye, Mantou, holding the outer robe, was at a loss for what to do.
He forced a smile and awkwardly called out, "Young Master."
Fu Yunxiu didn't reply. His clear black and white eyes glanced at the steamed bun indifferently, then he pretended nothing had happened and casually lifted the blanket.
Mantou stepped forward with the outer robe, met his eyes, and immediately remembered the scene just now. She quickly lowered her head, her face turning purple from trying to suppress her laughter.
After putting on both sleeves, as Mantou bowed his head and trembled like a leaf as he straightened his clothes, Fu Yunxiu finally frowned, his face full of black lines, and said with unbearable furrowed brows, "If you laugh again, get out of here."
"Hahahahaha." Mantou finally couldn't hold back anymore and burst into loud laughter. Then, when Fu Yunxiu threw his shoe, he nimbly dodged it.
At the breakfast table, Fu Yunxiu kept a cold face, neither speaking nor smiling, silently eating the white porridge in his bowl.
Ah Man was immersed in the joy of having invented rouge, unaware that something was amiss, and was enthusiastically telling them the reasons for her success.
As Mantou listened to Aman's words, he would occasionally glance up at Fu Yunxiu, and sure enough, the young master's face had darkened even more.
"Aman." Mantou called Aman softly, signaling her to talk less.
However, Ah Man, who is usually quite clever and perceptive, became unusually slow-witted today because of her joy. When she saw Mantou calling her, she thought he had finished his porridge and took his bowl to give him another bowl.
Fu Yunxiu watched as Aman chatted and laughed as if nothing had happened, completely ignoring him, and a surge of anger quietly welled up in his heart.
He finished the last mouthful of porridge in his bowl, put it down, and said coldly, "I'm done eating."
After saying that, he pushed his wheelchair away by himself.
Aman: "..."
Watching his departing figure, even though Aman was overjoyed, she sensed something was wrong. "What's wrong with Young Master?"
Aman, the monk, was completely baffled.
"You still dare to talk? It's all your fault." Mantou rolled his eyes, speechless.
"Me?" Aman pointed at herself, her round eyes filled with confusion. "What did I do?"
"What do you think?" Mantou was speechless.
How is he supposed to answer that question?
You can't exactly say that she barged into the young master's room today, not only seeing him naked but also giving him quite a fright!
After it was all over, she acted as if nothing had happened, leaving the young master bewildered and heartbroken, like a virtuous woman defiled by a scoundrel.
How could he possibly say that?
"When you go into the young master's room in the future, could you please knock before entering?" Mantou didn't know what else to say, and after thinking about it, this was the only thing she could come up with.
"I just left the door open, didn't I? And I don't always do this. Really? Is it because of this that you're angry, young master? You're not usually such a petty person, are you?" Aman said, somewhat incredulously.
Aman has been at Wutong Garden for some time now, so she naturally knows Fu Yunxiu's rules. However, she was a little carried away by her success in making rouge today and forgot to knock on the door.
Even so, the young master would never hold a grudge against her over this matter.
Seeing her like this, Mantou probably understood that Aman might not have seen anything when she went in, or she might not have paid attention to it.
"Oh well, just remember to knock next time." Mantouzi finished his porridge in two gulps, cleared the dishes, and headed to the kitchen.
He was afraid that if he stayed any longer he would let something slip.
At that time, the young master might kill her.
Seeing her looking like she wanted to avoid her at all costs, Aman became even more confused.
What's wrong with you today? Both the young master and Mantou are acting strangely.
With a sigh, Aman finished her bowl of porridge and took it to the kitchen. By then, Mantou had already cleaned up the kitchen.
After washing his own dishes, Aman went back into his room.
Although the rouge was made, she didn't know how well it would actually work.
Although she was now certain that Hongxing wouldn't harm her, it was still something that affected her appearance, so she couldn't be careless.
Therefore, after returning to the house, Aman washed her face with water and, following the technique of the makeup artist from the beauty salon, spread the rouge on her hands and gently swept it onto her face.
Aman had never worn makeup before, and naturally didn't have the usual cosmetics. However, she had become quite fair-skinned in the Wutong Garden these past few days, her face had become fuller, and her skin had become smoother. The bright red rouge swept across her face didn't look out of place at all; instead, it looked as natural as a young girl's blushing cheeks, light and moisturizing.
It seems to be working quite well.
Aman looked at himself in the mirror from left to right and was quite satisfied.
The voices of Mantou and Fu Yunxiu could be heard outside. Aman listened, and suddenly an idea struck her. She carefully adjusted her hair and makeup in front of the mirror, then took out a grapevine hairpin from the box and put it on. Aman stood up, twirled in front of the mirror to make sure everything was perfect, and then went outside. Inside the pavilion, Fu Yunxiu was putting the finishing touches on "Spring River Flower Moon Painting."
During the meal just now, he didn't know why, but seeing how indifferent Aman was, he suddenly got angry.
But after returning to his room and thinking about it carefully, he realized that he was being unreasonable.
Does it mean that, like in the storybooks, if you see him naked, you have to take responsibility for him?
Moreover, judging from Aman's appearance, it was obvious that she was completely focused on her rouge and probably didn't even notice him.
He himself has created his own predicament, and he's been feeling awkward and uncomfortable all the time.
Having figured all this out, Fu Yunxiu's restless heart, which had been agitated all morning, finally calmed down. He took this opportunity to put the finishing touches on the painting.
Mantou practiced calligraphy with Fu Yunxiu for a while and made considerable progress, writing characters in a rather decent manner.
After dipping his brush in ink, Fu Yunxiu pondered quietly for a few moments. As he picked up his brush to write, he suddenly heard footsteps approaching.
Light and graceful, with a hint of joy, who else could it be but Aman?
However, this person, who is usually so lively and seems to have inexhaustible energy, was unusually quiet today.
"Young Master." Aman called softly, and Fu Yunxiu looked up just in time to see her enter the pavilion.
With a gentle wave of her hand, she parted the thin curtains, and her clear eyes slowly looked over, filled with a hint of eager anticipation. A blush rose on her fair cheeks like the rosy clouds at sunset, and her gaze was full of tender affection.
Aman came in and stopped. Seeing Fu Yunxiu staring at her intently, she couldn't help but call out softly, "Young Master?"
Fu Yunxiu snapped out of his reverie upon hearing the sound and met Aman's affectionate eyes.
Like shimmering lake water, it instantly drowned him. His calm heart was thrown into complete chaos, as if scratched by a cat. Fu Yunxiu stared blankly, then seemed to snap out of it, quickly averting his gaze and coughing twice to cover it up.
"Ahem... Is there something you need from me?"
"Nothing else, I just tried out some rouge and thought you were very knowledgeable, so I wanted you to give me some pointers," Aman said.
"Oh, that's it." Fu Yunxiu cleared his throat, feigning composure, and glanced at Aman before quickly looking away. "I think it's acceptable."
"I don't think it looks good."
Fu Yunxiu and Mantou's voices rang out at the same time.
"What did you say?" Upon hearing Mantou's irritating comment, Aman was instantly enraged. "You damned Mantou, say that again?"
Seeing Aman raise his fist and swing it at him, Mantou jumped three feet high and ran behind Fu Yunxiu to hide. "I didn't say anything wrong. Rouge is good rouge, but it looks like a monkey's butt when applied."
"What do you know? This is the most fashionable peach blossom makeup right now." Aman was furious and pounced on Mantou to hit him. Mantou nimbly dodged and made a face at Aman, "Hehehe, monkey butt."
The two were bickering, and Fu Yunxiu felt a headache coming on. The tender feelings he had just had vanished without a trace before he could even savor them.
Looking at the painting on the table, Fu Yunxiu sighed and carefully put it away again.
My heart is finally in turmoil.
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