And this lip gloss, there are so many colors now?!
"Third Prince, you are so good to our little princess!" Granny Liu walked over and saw that the box on the ground was full of face cream and lip balm, and another box was full of various floral hair oils and sachets.
For a time, the Fu Shuang Palace was filled with fragrance.
Sun Huohuo squatted on the ground, staring intently at the contents of a box by the door.
Yun Duoduo walked over to his side and saw that it was filled with all kinds of trendy hats, including a cotton hat with a little tiger on it and a white hat with two round balls on it.
"Erhuo, if you like it, then pick it!"
"Really?" Sun Huohuo's eyes sparkled.
"Thank you, Third Brother!"
"Thank you, Huo Huo, Duo'er, and thank you, Third Brother!" Sun Huo Huo happily squatted down to try on the hat.
Looking at Yun Yishu's figure, Yun Duoduo thought that her third brother had indeed inherited their father's excellent genes. Although he was not as handsome as her second brother after losing weight, he was still a tall and elegant man!
Although I've gotten a bit tanned from being out in the sun lately, my extravagant spending definitely makes me a potential domineering CEO!
[When she meets a pretty girl, she'll definitely introduce her to her third brother!]
"Duoduo!"
A weak voice came from the entrance of Fu Shuang Palace.
"Greetings, Your Highness." Everyone in Fushuang Palace knelt down to pay their respects.
"Get up, everyone. You've all worked hard taking care of Duoduo every day."
[Emma, when did my eldest brother become so fluent in official language?]
That bureaucratic tone reminded her of the opening ceremonies of every event and the speeches given by leaders.
"Oh, the third brother is here too!" Uncle Yun nodded at Yun Yishu.
"San'er, why are you so dark?" Uncle Yun patted Yun Yishu on the shoulder.
[Third brother?! Eldest brother, you...you have disgraced scholarship!]
Standing next to Yun Yishu, Yun Yibo was practically glowing white. He was two heads taller than Yun Yishu, and his eyes, nose, and mouth were all a size larger than Yun Yishu's.
The two look very alike, but their temperaments are completely different.
Yun Duoduo observed the two of them. Perhaps because Yun Yibo often spent time reading novels in his study, he exuded a quiet, gentle, and cultured air about him. His every move also showed a certain elegance and refinement.
Yun Yishu is different. Although he has lost weight, he still gives people the feeling that he is rich and fearless when he talks.
It's like a nouveau riche who hasn't yet made a fortune—or rather, a nouveau riche with the potential to become rich.
Yun Yibo didn't listen to Yun Yishu's rambling explanation of why he had become so dark-skinned. It was simply because he didn't like studying and was punished by Consort De by being forced to kneel under the scorching sun, which was why he had become dark-skinned.
He picked up Yun Duoduo, walked to the table, pointed to a large beige cloth and said, "Duoduo, your royal brother heard that you are going to provide free medical treatment for the palace maids, so he wrote this up for you."
"Now that you've opened a clinic, how can you not have a sign?"
"Elder brother, it's not a clinic, we just check on the palace maids who come and go." Yun Duoduo was a little embarrassed. She really didn't expect that this matter would spread like this.
"Quickly, you lot, hang up this cloth banner!" Yun Yibo instructed several eunuchs.
"Yes, Your Highness."
Looking at the white cloth banner, Yun Duoduo thought of the fortune tellers who roamed the streets, each of them carrying a sign like this.
"The Crown Prince's calligraphy is truly beautiful," Ah Xiang exclaimed.
The cloth banner bore seven large characters: "Miraculous Healing Hands, Huichun Hall"
Wow, what a cool name! And it even includes the name Huichuntang!
Good heavens, Third Brother, you're exaggerating a bit too much! Isn't this just flattery to the point of harm?!
"Hmm, boss, this is a good name. It wasn't a waste of time reading those storybooks." Yun Yishu put his arm around Yun Yibo's shoulder and nodded approvingly.
"Put your hands down. You're being disrespectful and disgraceful." Yun Yibo glared at him.
Yun Duoduo covered her face. "Eldest brother, isn't this a bit inappropriate? To be honest, this Huichuntang is more suitable for Third Uncle."
"Imperial sister, as for Uncle, your elder brother has his own plans. Uncle's side is Langyue Pavilion, and if a clinic is opened in the side hall, it will be called Jishetang!"
"As the sage said, 'To hang a gourd and save lives is the way of a physician.'"
Yun Duoduo didn't know what to say, and could only watch helplessly as they hung the signboard with the words "Miraculous Healing Hands, Huichun Hall" on the eaves of her main hall.
...
Inside the Yiqin Palace of the Northern Liang royal family.
"Your Highness, it's time to eat!" Yun Jin brought in a bowl of porridge and two steamed buns.
Miao Nanyan smiled at Yun Jin.
She wiped her hands with a handkerchief, preparing to break open a steaming, fragrant bun, when she heard a soft, sweet little voice.
"Mother, Mingwen brought you meat buns!" Yue Shaoyuan held a bowl in his small hands, with two plump white buns in it.
"Oh, the inscription has arrived?"
"Have you got a meal yet?
"Mingwen has eaten. Mother, are you going to the main hall to see Father? Mingwen will go with you!"
"Okay, let's go."
Miao Nanyan led Baili Mingwen away from Yiqin Palace and headed towards the main hall.
Upon arriving at the entrance of the main hall, two guards stood watch at the entrance.
"I'll go in and change the king's dressing." Miao Nanyan held up the medicine box in her hand.
"Please, Consort Nan." The guard helped Miao Nanyan lift the curtain of the main hall.
"Mother, Mingwen suddenly remembered that I haven't reviewed my books yet, so I'm going to review them now!" After saying that, Baili Mingwen ran off in a flash.
"What are you doing here?" Baili Yingfeng lay half-reclined on the wooden bed, holding a book in his hand, looking at Miao Nanyan warily.
"I've come to change the king's dressing," Miao Nanyan said calmly, a smile playing on her lips as she recalled the image of the little boy, Mingwen.
Baili Yingfeng looked at her and saw that she had a mischievous smile on her face.
"Your Majesty, you must take care to rest and avoid overworking yourself, as mental strain will harm your health." Miao Nanyan took the book "The Art of War" from his hands and placed it aside.
"Your Majesty, please lie down so that I can operate more easily."
Should I make him lie down?
Baili Yingfeng felt blood rushing to the top of his head, as if his head was about to explode.
Do we have to do it again, just like yesterday? The dignified War God of Beiliang is about to lose all face.
"Your Majesty, you don't need to feel embarrassed. We couldn't have predicted that the injury would occur there."
Miao Nanyan seemed to be able to guess what he was thinking, "Since it can't be avoided, then let's cure it."
What sarcastic remarks is this woman making now?!
"Hurry up," Baili Yingfeng said coldly.
He slowly lay down, letting Miao Nanyan undress him and rummage over his body.
Every time she touched him, he felt a sense of humiliation.
But those soft, cool fingertips made him extremely sensitive.
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