When Ming Ye came back with tea, Rong Jian had already returned to the Lake Heart Pavilion. He was sitting at the table with a pen in his right hand.It's like studying hard for a long time.

Ming Ye poured a new cup of tea and handed it to Rong Jian.

While drinking water, Rong Jian saw half of his face reflected in the teacup, and was stunned for a while.

The lipstick is gone again...

However, he is no longer the Rong JIan of yesterday, and now he is fully prepared.

Rong Jian unhurriedly took out an iron box from the kit, opened the lid, and found a box of unused lip balm.

Akino watched from the side.

Rong JIan stretched out his hand, and there were ink marks on the thumb, index finger, and middle finger, so he had to use his ring finger to smear some, turned his face, and carefully placed the missing part.

The color of the lip balm is pure vermilion, gradually smudged, gradually covering the lips with a thin layer of red.

After a while, Rong Jian raised his face and looked at Mingye. He pursed his lips, made a soft "pop", and asked casually, "Is this okay?"

The surrounding was very quiet, Akeno's eyes fell on his face, and he didn't speak.

In essence, Rong Jian is just a tycoon in women's clothing who has not been wearing it for a long time, and he doesn't have too many ancient concepts that men and women are different.

His idea was very simple. There was no mirror here, and the water in the teacup could not be seen clearly. It happened that there was someone who could provide advice, so he asked.

Rong JIan didn't realize that there was something wrong, and asked again: "Is it okay?"

Ming Ye slowly frowned.

Walking to the window, laughing and supporting each other, the love of the thrush is deep and shallow.

The bride will ask the husband whether the eyebrows she painted are fashionable and appropriate, and the singing girl will also ask the guests about the shade of her lips in order to get gold makeup.But Ming Ye knew that Rong Jian was neither a woman, nor did she do it on purpose, he just didn't understand the intention behind it.

He was just a little strange, where did Rong Jian come from, and he looked like he didn't know the world.

Ming Ye said: "Very good."

He said again: "In the future, it is better not to do this in front of others, Your Highness."

Rong JIan missed the point, he justified himself: "This thing is too easy to drop, I have already been very careful!"

Mouth fat - Rong JIan's lifelong enemy.Although he is also responsible for a small part of this, the main reason is that the ancient skills are too poor to meet his objective needs.

Rong Jian recalled the days when he was working in a shopping mall, and saw that many brands' series mainly focused on not taking off makeup and not sticking to the cup, but he still couldn't understand.Until now, I finally understand how important it is to have a lipstick that doesn't take off your makeup.

Rong Jian muttered and complained, Ming Ye listened calmly.

Another quarter of an hour later, Rong Jian finally stopped, and said a little embarrassedly: "Sir, is it time for class?"

Ming Ye said yes.

Soon, Rong Jian regretted why he said this more and why he didn't take a rest.Moreover, Mingye looked peaceful and quiet, but he was merciless when pointing out his problems. Reading made him suffer, and he hated reading.

The next day is September 9th, the Double Ninth Festival, when climbing high to appreciate chrysanthemums.

The Empress Dowager is going to worship Buddha, the emperor is going to hold a banquet, the study is on vacation, and Akino is on duty to rest and go home.Rong JIan gave holidays to all the young maids and eunuchs in the palace, and gave some money to them to find noodles in the imperial dining room.

Not to mention Aunt Zhou, Rong Jian picked out some jewelry for her.

As for Rong JIan himself, he really took a vacation, even locked the door of the bedroom, and slept in bed all day.

Ming Ye and Zhou Zhaoqing made an appointment to meet by Jinshui Lake.

This time we are going to talk about the grandnephew of the empress dowager.

Mr. Xu seemed to be very unlucky. He encountered water bandits while walking on the waterway, and lost his money and luggage. Fortunately, there was nothing serious about him, and he was a relative of the emperor. The local officials held a big banquet to appease the grandnephew of Empress Dowager.

In addition, the treasurer will also arrive at Capital in the near future.

The shopkeeper is in charge of the huge Wanlai Chamber of Commerce. He is away all year round and his whereabouts are erratic, or he is deliberately making it impossible for people to know his whereabouts.

There are three small shopkeepers in the Capital, and Zhou Zhaoqing is one of them. Because of his deep trust and flexibility in handling affairs, he and Mingye hand over.

Ming Ye said: "When the shopkeeper arrives, I will discuss important matters with the shopkeeper."

Zhou Zhaoqing took a sip of wine: "Naturally, you and the shopkeeper haven't seen each other for a long time."

Ming Ye checked the ledger, not only the revenue and expenditure of the chamber of commerce, but also the recent secret history of the imperial court. After a little reading, he ordered Zhou Zhaoqing to do a few important things.

However, there was one thing that puzzled Zhou Zhaoqing.

He got the picture, looked at it for a while, and saw the word "Meidai" written on the paper. He took it for granted that it was a woman's dressing thing, and expressed his opinion: "What is this? Why is it so long? Now MeidaiThey are all filled in the shell, which is suitable for women to hold eyebrows. It is as long as a pen, and the outside is rounded with a shell and then pieced together to form a circle, which is too troublesome to use."

Ming Ye glanced at him: "Let the master try."

Zhou Zhaoqing looked down again: "Is there still lip balm that doesn't stick to the cup? The ladies in your family are very serious, so there is no need to deliberately make it like this. My sisters in my family ate the table without moving the lip balm from the beginning to the end."

It is true that most people in the world are used to the fashionable lip balm, but there are also fools like Rong JIan.

The more Zhou Zhaoqing looked at it, the more he felt something was wrong. After pondering for a while, he came up with a terrible guess: "Young Master, you can't be the girl you like. Do you do this to please her?"

This is really not right.Ming Ye's identity and such an errand cannot be known to outsiders, if it is messed up by love, the consequences will be extremely dire.

Ming Ye half-closed his eyes, his expression was dull, no matter what he ordered or when he heard the questioning, there was no fluctuation. Zhou Zhaoqing looked for a long time, but couldn't see a trace of the meaning of the young admirer, and always felt that it was really impossible.

Akeno tapped his knuckles on the table, and he said nonchalantly, "It's kind of useful."

Since Mingye said so, Zhou Zhaoqing had to do it as a matter of course.Even before leaving, he was still chattering, saying that it was the Double Ninth Festival, the whole family was going out to climb the mountain, and I was the only one left to run errands.

Mingye ignored him and let him complain, and after he left, the wind blew by the lake for half an hour.

Just now he had seen the things that Zhou Zhaoqing handed over, and he was insinuating, and told everything that Fan Rui and the others said that day, there was nothing wrong with it.

But nothing is wrong is the greatest oddity.

He remembered what he said yesterday when he had a tutoring session with Rong Jian.

"Does Your Highness know about 'washing up'?"

Rong Jian was a little dazed: "Washing up? Dressing up?"

"It's a punishment. The back is scalded with hot water, and then the flesh is scraped off with an iron comb."

Rong Jian seemed to be very scared, he was not very courageous, he seemed to have a natural fear of such things, and said slowly: "This is... too painful..."

he does not know.

Ming Ye can be sure.

There were five guards that day, among so many people, apart from Fan Rui, Rong JIan only asked Xie Dushi to deduct the monthly service of the others.

The reason why he did this must be that Fan Rui had done something more extreme than others, something he couldn't tolerate.

What does Rong JIan know and what does he not know?

At the age of nineteen before rebirth, before leaving the palace, Mingye had been "washed up" by Fan Rui.As for the scars on the face, it was only a small part, a mark seen by others.

He seemed frightened.

It's like a small animal with soft fur that has been living in protection, suddenly hearing the horror of the outside world, and feeling the fear of being swallowed at any time.

Ming Ye's original intention was to test, rather than scare or hurt, but this Rong JIan - frowning, blinking, and panicked - was unexpectedly funny.

"It hurts and very few people will survive."

Akino said so.

Rong Jian became more and more frightened, he asked tremblingly: "How do you know?"

He smiled, then deliberately paused: "Of course...it's just a joke between the guards."

Rong Jian finally breathed a sigh of relief, complaining a bit: "Why are you scary?"

"Isn't Your Highness feeling bored?"

"Don't be scary even if you're bored! Is it fun to scare me!"

Akeno apologized not very sincerely, and attributed everything to a joke.

As a tentative, it is enough to say the word "fresh".

The rest are things that Rong JIan doesn't know, and doesn't need to know.

Mingye left the Jinshui Lake, and Zhou Zhaoqing had already paid for the table.On the way back, passing by Xinghua Lane, Mingye saw a rouge shop that was still open. Today was the Double Ninth Festival, and the shop was crowded with ladies and ladies. He waited at the door for half an hour, and bought a box of high-quality eyebrows.Dai, went next door to pick some shells for jewelry, and finally picked out a file at the blacksmith.

As for the lip balm that doesn't fall off, Mingye can't do it, but the pen for writing can be tried, it doesn't seem too difficult.

Picking and picking, using this month's Yuefeng, in fact, Akeno didn't think too much.

He just thought of it suddenly, so he did it.

The author has something to say:

Mentally retarded idiots are destined to be eaten!

"Walking under the window, laughing and supporting each other, the love of the thrush is deep and shallow." Ouyang Xiu's "Nangezi Fengji Golden Mud Belt"

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