"Okay, it's not that I'm injured, this is for Zhang Qiaoling. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Ye Sultan hurriedly pulled open the kapok, afraid that she would knock over the black plum mud that she had finally pounded.

"To Zhang Cairen? Forgive the slave and maid for talking too much, you are working in vain, Zhang Cairen will not accept it, she is still afraid that you will poison her. ”

"I know what she's thinking, but I have a way to get her to smear it, don't worry." This Ye Sultan had already thought of it, but there was a way to ask that Zhang Qiaoling to apply her ointment.

"That talented person means to send it over himself?" In Kapian's heart, although Ye Cairen's personality has changed and she is bold, she shouldn't dare to go to Zhang Cairen's yard by herself, and just listening to her, she seems to want to go by herself.

"yes, can I still count on her to come and get it herself." Ye Sultan has made up his mind.

"Are you really going?" Kapok wanted to persuade the master to give up, she understood that there was absolutely no good fruit to eat this time, and it was already very good that Zhang Qiaoling didn't come to bully the master, and the master himself had to send it to the door to bully her.

"I really want to go, but you don't want to go." Kapok went to find an opportunity for Zhang Qiaoling to bully, and she could easily cope with it by herself.

"That's not possible, the slave can't let the talented person go." She can still block for the master when she goes, and the master goes alone, what if something happens.

"I'll have the final say, and you'll stay here." Ye Sultan took out the coercion that had not been released on Kapok for a long time.

"It's too late today, you go get a meal, I'll go tomorrow." It's getting dark, and she's tired all day, so get some rest and go back tomorrow morning.

Early the next morning, Ye Sultan simply finished breakfast, put aside the kapok, held the black plum mud in a wooden jar, and walked to Zhang Qiaoling's residence according to his memory.

The wooden jar is one of the few valuables in their yard, which Ye Sultan brought with him when he entered the palace, and it was used to hold rouge gouache, and there were only a few, and now Ye Sultan came out to wash and fill the black plum mud.

Standing in front of Zhang Qiaoling's courtyard, the memories in Ye Sultan's mind were released again. The reason why she recognized this as Zhang Qiaoling's yard was because she was passing by here when she was taking a break before, and she happened to bump into Zhang Qiaoling going out, and she called her down, and inexplicably mocked her.

In her memory, Ye Sultan was sad and sad at that time, because she also wanted to be canonized and wanted that rich and graceful day, but in her heart she decided that she was useless and her life was not good, and she couldn't change the status quo, and she couldn't ignore it, so she could only hurt herself secretly.

In this regard, Ye Sultan couldn't help but be helpless, the previous Ye Sultan was really a person who only complained about the sky, and he couldn't find a trace of positive energy in his body, and he was full of negative energy.

Such a person, even when she saw her, she couldn't help but bully, not to mention that she also met a narrow-minded and jealous woman like Zhang Qiaoling with a stunning face, and it was strange not to be bullied.

'Bang Bang Bang' Ye Sultan raised his hand and slapped the red courtyard door that was seriously painted.

After a while, the voice of Yin Xiang came from inside the courtyard gate. "Who?"

Ye Sultan didn't bother to answer, and continued to slap, "Bang Bang Bang"

"Who the hell is it?" Yin Xiang asked as she opened the door, her tone a little unkind. I think I was angry with Zhang Qiaoling just now.

After Yin Xiang opened the door, he saw that it was Ye Sultan, and subconsciously wanted to close the door, but the door closed halfway and opened again.

Ye Sultan looked at it with a smile, and appreciated it very much in his heart, yes, he has a long memory, and his son can be taught.