She approached and rummaged, and sure enough, she found the roots of white amaranth that could be used to make face cream.

Dott looked at Wen Lin's movements, and was very excited, his eyes were glowing.

Bessie stood in front of Dot very professionally, and gave him a fierce look, "Doctor Dot, your eyes don't match the upbringing of a gentleman,"

With a dry laugh, Dort explained, "I'm just very interested in the medical methods that Your Excellency Wen Lin knows,"

Dort had studied abroad and had access to more advanced medical knowledge, but it was very limited. At the same time, the medical literature spread into the Golan was also slow because it was obscure and difficult to translate.

In particular, they also face the huge obstacle of religion.

Many effective treatments are considered blasphemous by missionaries, and patients with limited cognition are often more willing to believe in so-called holy water.

It's all absurd, but it's helpless.

Wen Lin, who noticed the situation of the two, laughed dumbly. She smiled and waved to the two of them.

"I have a method to make the skin whiter and at the same time lighten the spots. I wonder if the two of you are interested?"

Because of the regional climate, people on the European continent will have whiter skin, but at the same time, they are more likely to have dense brown spots on their faces, which is why women are keen to use white. The direct cause of powder coated surfaces.

The author has something to say:

Quietly ask, are you okay with the plot? Not halfway through, ah, no protagonist interaction, ah, no sweetness, ah, too boring, just abandoned me! Then I will be very sad

In this article, there will be a large space to write about infrastructure. In medical care, agriculture, and large-scale navigation, will write more or less. This is the change that Wen Lin, a traveler, has brought to this era~ After all, she wants to be with her wife Let's lead Golan to the glory that never sets.

By the way, explain Wen Lin's golden finger: modern thinking and all the knowledge she needs to know and learn when she is on a mission, so she may know a little about everything, and of course she has a body of force!

The most important point: the overhead world, don't believe any popular science in the text! ! ! do not want! do not want! Please do not! If you are interested in European history, you can inquire about the information in private!

Chapter 16

The grass roots of Amaranthus are oval in shape, about the size of an egg, and the outer cortex is hard and black.

It was recorded in "Hua Ke Yao Ji" that the roots of white amaranth were ground into powder and applied to the surface, which has the effect of cleaning, sterilizing and lightening spots.

With the help of Dot and Bessie, the white amaranth roots that Wen Lin needed were quickly prepared.

The peeled rhizomes are sliced ​​and boiled in a pot, then removed and steamed to dryness, and finally ground into a powder with a grinding trough.

After finishing it, Wen Lin tried it on the back of her hand. It was not as smooth and delicate as lead powder, but it was better in safety and health, and had a faint scent of plants.

Most importantly, it can be stored for a long time.

Wen Lin packed a small box, and left the rest for Bessie and Dot to use or study.

The dark clouds on the horizon are getting thicker and thicker, and it's getting late.

Under Bessie's urging, Wen Lin hurriedly bid farewell to Dot and went straight to the room. Namar was looking anxiously at the door.

"Miss Wen Lin, the dinner will start soon,"

Before she could say more, Wen Lin hurriedly changed into a long taffeta dress, took advantage of the gap between Namar and Bessie's braided hair, put on a rough light makeup for herself, and finally put on a wreath decorated with feathers and gold leaves.

There was obvious surprise in the eyes of Bessie and Namar.

And this amazement continued until the end of the evening banquet.

As soon as Wen Lin stepped into the front hall of the castle, she was curious, surprised, disdainful... eyes with a variety of emotions seemed to fall on her.

The noble ladies' movements of shaking the feather fan unconsciously slowed down, and their gazes swept over Wen Lin's body casually, then whispered and discussed in a low voice.

"Look, look, it's her,"

"It looks weaker than expected. How did such a slender body win in the arena?"

"I really envy her long straight and smooth hair,"

"..."

The semi-open vestibule is bright and spacious, with a huge crystal lamp hanging from the high vaulted dome, and the wall behind the queen is elegantly classically decorated, and the siding is edged with a bright tapestry embroidered with gorse emblems.

Vicia and Tilia sat at the front, and the nobles sat on both sides of the lower head, leaving a large open space in the center of the front hall.

Wen Lin calmly walked through the crowd, walked to the stairs of the throne, and gracefully gave Visia and Tilia a forehead salute.

"Good day, to the great Golan and Queen Sistine,"

Her posture was casual, revealing a hint of laziness. The evening breeze wafted over the icy floor, swaying Wen Lin's long skirt that draped perfectly, her fair and delicate ankles looming as she walked.

The chatter in the hall was stopped, and they couldn't hide their surprise when they looked at Wen Lin, who had not kneeled.

Strictly speaking, Wen Lin's behavior is not etiquette, she is just a commoner now.

But no one can say that Wen Lin's actions are ugly and vulgar. Her every move seems to be covered with a hazy veil, like an elves in the forest.

With a waist like a soft branch, and a face as beautiful as a saint's statue, her natural attitude seems to declare that it is beyond reproach and blasphemy.

Everyone held their breaths, silently peeping at Vicia's reaction.

Would the queen be so enraged that she kicked the offended woman out?

However, to everyone's surprise, Vicia's attitude was very gentle, she evoked an intoxicating smile, and her tone was soothing.

"Your Excellency Wen Lin, this skirt suits you better than I thought,"

A subtle emotion flashed in Vicia's eyes, and her smile was an undisguised look. When she looked up, she could see a faint red mark on Wen Lin's lustrous shoulders and neck, running through her left collarbone. Like some kind of ambiguous mark.