The little lady smiled coquettishly, pulled down the headscarf that was blown up by the wind, and said, "The two sons are here to fight the south, right?" The wind in the north is strong, and the children's skin is delicate in the south, and they can't stand it when they first come. As she spoke, she took out two small black boxes with simple patterns: "Oh! Sons use this, no fragrance, and the paste ester is more suitable for men! ”

Rong Yu took it, paid the money and thanked him very efficiently, turned around and left, and did not dare to delay time, and when he walked to the side of the carriage, he found that Wen Nian was still standing in front of the stall.

"Childe?"

Wen Nian didn't look back, and according to the group of little girls just now, he took an identical one from the stall: "Girl, please ask for another one." ”

The little lady smiled knowingly and said, "Childe has a good eye, this is the girl's favorite now, and the fragrance is also good." ”

"Suitable for ...... Southern girl. Wen Nian's voice was light, and he seemed too gentle in this gale.

The little lady smiled more delicately, there are few remote people here, where have she ever seen such a handsome son, not to mention that this son still chooses oil ester balm for the girl's family, such a rare thing is enough for her to say for several days, she stroked her forehead hair, and said with a smile: "Suitable!" Best for it! ”

After that, I didn't forget to laugh at him a few words: "Son, your skin is so blown, I'm afraid the best girl here can't compare." I really don't know how delicate and delicate the southern girl's skin is, if you want to come to our north, you have to prepare the balm in advance! Otherwise, when the girl's skin is blown apart, it won't be that the son is distressed! ”

Wen Nian took the balm without a trace of fluctuation on his face, and the little lady saw that she couldn't laugh, so she took the money, but today she was satisfied to meet such a son with such a stunning appearance, and when she saw Wen Nian getting into the carriage, she also shouted loudly: "Son, come to buy it next time!" Bring the girls along! ”

But this sentence was soon blown away in the wind, and the little lady pulled her turban and looked reluctantly in the direction of the carriage.

Rong Yu didn't ask, knowing that it was bought for the princess, but he was secretly worried about his son, and he didn't know if it was evil or lucky.

Wen Nian spread out his palm, and there was a red balm in it, and a few crooked flowers were printed on it, he twisted the lid and smelled it, faintly fragrant.

The next time Yu Yao comes with him, she will be tired of traveling and driving, and she will not be used to the wind in the north, the girl's family must be very protective of her skin, and it should be better to buy her a small balm from the north in advance. Wen Nian closed the lid and put the balm away, thinking in his heart, when he took her to Luoyang, there is a better oil ester balm in the imperial city, no, not only the balm, all of them should be taken care of according to the specifications higher than that of Princess Daliang.

"Shuyu, today is the 10th day, right?" Wen Nian asked.

"Yes, Childe. We'll be there soon. ”

Whether it is Yu Yao or Yu Wentai, Wen Nian hopes that they can survive these more than ten days.

……

Busy time always slips away a lot if you are not careful, and ten days have passed, and there is still no news of Wen Nian.

Yu Yao prepared another way to retreat as promised Ju Bian. But in her heart, she never had the slightest suspicion about Wen Nian, and she was waiting for him to come back.

Her whole body was pulled by these two completely contradictory thoughts, and every morning when she woke up, she began to look forward to hearing the news of Wen Nian, and then ushered in the trivial matters of preparing for a whole day of retreat, and when night fell after the busy work, she looked forward to the sound by the window.

Just two thoughts that started over and over again, coming and going, completely trapped her in a dead loop, and she didn't have the heart to think about where Wen Nian went.

There is even a bit of a desperate bleakness.