Chapter Forty-Six: Jealous Men Are the Cutest

"What else do I want this girl's name?" Lu Caimeng cried even more when he heard this.

She turned away and stared at Song Lan's eyes, "Mother, you don't know, that little slut's eyes are about to stick to the body of the son." What did she think she was? Zuo was just divorced, did she really think she was some kind of golden and noble lady?"

Seeing that Lu Caimeng was getting more and more unspeakable, Song Lan hurriedly grabbed Lu Caimeng, sent away all the girls, and ordered Lan Lan to stay outside the door and pull Lu Caimeng to sit on the edge of the couch.

"You don't want to make any more trouble. The most important thing in this daughter's family is the word "name". If your appearance today had been heard by those outside who had heard it and passed it on to others, would you not have lost a reputation for jealousy? ”

When Lu Caimeng heard this, he sobbed twice, lowered his head, and gently wiped his cheeks, "Mother, I'm not angry." Don't you know, in this life, it is clear that he doesn't look down on me, but he has a lot of heart for that Lu Yunxi. Tell me, this Lu Yunxi was obviously divorced by him, why is the prince of the world praising her a lot now?"

Song Lan saw that Lu Caimeng's eyes were swollen like walnuts, how could she not pity them in her heart?

She hurriedly raised her hand, pinned the broken hair from Lu Caimeng's ear behind her ear, and gently patted the back of Lu Caimeng's hand, "It's still a long time, Zuo is just playing with the son of the world today, and he just looked at her more." ”

"Not really. The prince said that the horse club in Yanqing Palace, in the future, will give her a letter of worship and invite her to go. ”

It was the first time Song Lan heard this sentence, her eyes suddenly frowned, she straightened up, stared at Lu Caimeng's side face, and said in a deep voice, "What?"

Lu Caimeng snorted, stomped his feet, turned his head, turned his face to Song Lan, and cried again.

Seeing Lu Caimeng's crying appearance, Song Lan couldn't help but become irritable, "Come on, don't cry anymore." When something happens, you cry and cry non-stop, where is there still half of everyone's beautiful appearance?"

Hearing this, Lu Caimeng twitched the tip of his nose, straightened up, and wiped his cheeks, "Mother is right." Since the prince thinks that I am not as delicate as those lowly billets in the Qinglou, I will raise it. ”

Saying that, Lu Caimeng had already stood up and shouted at Lan Lan, who was guarding outside the house, asking her to go to the kitchen to find honey.

Song Lan was puzzled.

"A few days ago, Lu Yunxi told me that this honey has a whitening effect. I want to see, if I put honey on my face every morning and see the son of the world another day, his eyes can still fall on Lu Yunxi?"

Song Lan showed a satisfied smile at this time, held Lu Caimeng's cheek, and gently wiped her cheek, "Okay, stop crying." ”

Lan Lan's speed was also very fast, and in less than a cup of tea, she saw her holding a honey jar and entering the house.

She put the jar on the table, turned her head sideways, glanced at Lu Caimeng, and bowed slightly, "Madam, Miss, on the way to get honey, the slave met the girl from the yard over there." I heard them say that the eldest lady wants honey too. It is said that it is to be boiled with beeswax. ”

"Beeswax?" Song Lan frowned and stared at Lan Lan, "Can you tell what she is going to do to make beeswax?"

"I heard that it's for the sake of dying the tide pavilion to produce a new product. The Si Gongzi of the Xinglin Pavilion also came today for this matter. After Lan Lan finished speaking, she bowed down and withdrew from the house.

Lu Caimeng was only concerned about the effect of this honey whitening, but he didn't think about it so much, squinting his eyes slightly, as if he had seen Ouyang Zhi standing in front of him, looking full of praise.

It was Song Lan, with her head down, her eyes frowning, and the thumb and index finger of her right hand rubbing together, as if she was thinking about something.

Lu Yunxi and Si Tingyan sat opposite each other, with the already yellowed recipe on the stone table, and a jar full of honey standing on one side.

"If you follow the ancient recipe of boiling beeswax in the past, the beeswax made will always have a bitter taste. Adding some honey may make the beeswax smell better, but it will also be better for the lips...... Lip ......"

Si Tingyan thought about it for a long time, but he still couldn't say the name.

"Lip gloss. Lu Yunxi raised the corners of her lips, looked at the formula in front of her, her eyes narrowed slightly, with a somewhat indifferent smile, "This time it's really thanks to Si Gongzi." If I didn't have your way of making beeswax, I might not be able to boil a trace of beeswax even if I used a dozen jars of honey. ”

Si Tingyan raised his eyelids, glanced at Lu Yunxi, pursed his lower lip, and showed a little smile, but then disappeared, "I can only do these things for Miss Lu." What kind of horse club, poetry club, I'm a doctor, but I can't handle it for you, Miss. ”

Lu Yunxi was happy to get the formula, listening to Si Tingyan's words, but he was a little absent-minded.

She slowly raised her head and glanced at Si Tingyan twice, "What's that? Si Gongzi is a doctor, so naturally he has a lot of use for you." ”

Hearing this, the smile on Si Tingyan's face dissipated.

He sat up straight, rested one hand on the table, and snorted, "yes." In the end, I'm just Miss Lu, your business partner, and I shouldn't have mentioned anything about the Poetry Club and the Jockey Club. ”

Lu Yunxi realized something at this time.

She tilted her head, stared at Si Tingyan's side face, and laughed out loud when she saw it.

"What is Miss Lu laughing at?" Si Tingyan was puzzled, raised his hand and gently wiped his cheeks, only thinking that there might be something dirty on his face, but it made Lu Yunxi laugh.

"It is said that the ladies in the capital are all good at comparison, but they don't want Si Gongzi to be the same person. As he spoke, Lu Yunxi stood up, turned his back to Si Tingyan, paced a few steps, and said softly, "Zuo is just that the prince of the world mentioned a horse club, and Si Gongzi will compare." Then if in the future, this saint has a spring festival, is it possible that Si Gongzi will also compare?"

"You ......" Si Tingyan stood up suddenly, flicked his sleeves, put his hands behind his back, and snorted twice, "Am I here to hold a horse club......?"

Si Tingyan was about to speak, when he saw Lu Yunxi turn his head and stare at him with a smile on his face, but he couldn't say half a word in the second half of his sentence.

Lu Yunxi laughed lightly, coughed, and waved his hand to the few girls who were waiting beside him, and then walked to Si Tingyan's side and said in a low voice, "Does Si Gongzi have anything else to do later?" I have an important matter that I want to discuss with Si Gongzi. ”

Seeing this, Si Tingyan also retracted his expression, nodded, and sat back at the table with Lu Yunxi.