Yan Huan took the list given by Mr. Hu, checked them one by one, and then used the book to register financial expenditures clearly, and then moved the boxes into the boudoir with An Yue, so tired that they were sweating profusely.

As early as after the handover was completed, Manager Hu left with those little guys first, and Honglian also left later, so that An Jingyu could rest early, after all, soaking herself in ice water is also very hurtful.

An Jingyu took the initiative to pour them two glasses of warm water to quench their thirst, usually Yan Huan was taking care of her, tidying up the house, and even washing her corset, pants, shoes and socks, it was really hard for him.

"Those tribute fruits will go bad if you can't eat them, take half of them and let An Yue take them back to eat, or you can give a little to your Zhuzhen Lou Chang and his friends. You have to build a good relationship with them, and one more friend is better than one more opponent. ”

"Humph! You'd better take some time to build a relationship with those women! You women are trouble, we men can solve things by drinking a glass of wine and taking a bath, but it is not like you women fighting and being jealous. ”

Although An Yue scoffed at An Jing's words, he was still very happy to give him the first glass of water she served.

"Yes, Master An is the most powerful!" She didn't deny him, she was on his side, and indeed women were troublesome creatures, cranky and scheming.

After the three of them had dinner together, An Jingyu went to bed early to rest.

It's just that in the middle of the night, she felt a little itchy on her face, and she thought it was a mosquito biting her when she slept in a daze, and slapped her on the right cheek, but there was no pain, and she muttered in her mouth: "Nasty mosquito, if you want to bite, you will bite that big villain." ”

She rolled over awkwardly again and continued to fall into a deep sleep.

"This woman ......" Xiao Yi, who appeared next to the bed, saw her confused and cute appearance, which made him cry and laugh. He was just playful, and touched her face with his hand, and she slapped her in the face.

The strength was so great that the back of his hand was red.

has no conscience, but he came to visit her, the injured person, as soon as he received the news, he came in the middle of the night, feeling sorry for her soaked in ice water for half an hour, and specially sent the precious tonic that he finally snatched from Yu Chiche, which was from the Medicine King Valley.

He would never admit that he was too weak to meet her because of the incident of catching X last night, so he could only secretly come to give her medicine in the middle of the night.

Hum! It is considered that Zhongli Watson has a conscience and has rewarded a lot of things.

No way! I have to blackmail him, how can this matter be easily passed, her body has been injured and already weak, this time it is best to use a man as an antidote, soaking in ice water is the next step, and her body is damaged.

Gently placing the medicine bottle next to An Jingyu's pillow, Xiao Yi took a deep look at her face, turned around and left quickly, as if he had not come, only the mosquito net gently rippled......

"Hmm...... It's been a long time since I've slept in, it's so comfortable. The sky was completely bright, and the warm and bright sun shone on the mosquito net, and An Jingyu stretched out sleepily, accidentally touched the pillow, and found something.

She took it and saw that it was a medicine bottle, and there was a small note on it, which read, "Medicine King Valley produces tonics".

Who gave it to her?

Still secretly put it here?

I don't think it will be delivered in the middle of the night!

"Could it be Xiao Yi?" Now she could only think of Xiao Yi, because he was the only one who hid in her room the first two times.

It's like this every time, when she is here, she secretly comes and goes, as if she has done something bad, and outsiders who don't know think she is stealing her adulterer.

No matter what the outside said about her, she still went her own way, ignoring the rumors.

After resting for two days, her body gradually improved, but she was still a little thin, and her whole body was sickly beautiful, which happened to be her turn to paint a portrait poster today.

Yan Huan applied a little powder to her, mainly with light makeup.

Qingsi put on hair oil, combed a relatively simple but temperamental hairstyle, a relatively high small hairbag on the top of the head, pinned with a thicker white horn hairpin, and the front of the hairbag was decorated with a silver comb, and there was a strand of long hair on both sides of the forehead, which hung down on the shoulders in a bend, and the ends of the hair were wrapped around the back of the head, and wrapped around a few times with a red head rope.

The three colors of black, white and red are particularly eye-catching, just because the shape is simple but elegant, just like the white moonlight in everyone's heart.

Wearing a white full-breasted six-torn skirt, the close-fitting design made her more delicate, and a hundred butterflies of different shapes and colors were embroidered on both sides of the skirt, as well as a few clusters of snow-white pear blossoms, as if making her whole person dance like a butterfly.

There is a white gauze dress on the outside, and the whole person is full of fairy energy, like a goddess of the Nine Heavens.

Along the way, she received the attention and praise of all passers-by, causing her to laugh but did not dare to laugh, for fear of making makeup, so she could only use a silk fan embroidered with white lotus flowers to block her nose and mouth.

She really can't be blamed for this, it's really that those passers-by reacted too exaggeratedly, and it was the first time she was dressed up so beautifully, and she was watched and praised by so many people, which made her both shy and want to snicker.

Yan Huan raised her right hand to support her all the way through the Red Mansion in small steps, and the two of them were not too tired, walking slowly as if they were walking in the garden.

He was very satisfied and proud of the reactions of passers-by, and his ingenuity was not in vain.

It took two quarters of an hour (half an hour) to finally walk to the largest and most beautiful garden of the Red Mansion, where there is a lotus pond covering an area of one acre, which is not yet in the summer when it blooms, but there are also green lotus leaves rippling with the summer breeze, and fish swimming in the water.

They and the three painters made an appointment in the four-corner pavilion in the center of the lotus pond, and passed through a path planted with phoenix tails on both sides, and saw a pool of clear water and lotus leaves.

There were three men in the gazebo, all dressed in robes, preparing their respective tables to polish ink.

"The three sons are polite, it's too late, please forgive me." An Jingyu made a blessing and was polite, not to mention that they were painters invited by the Red Mansion, and she had a request for them.

Let's just say that their status is the lowest is also a show, and even a master, she has to respect them as a humble slave, let alone salute, even kneeling.

Seeing the girl in front of him, Chen Painter couldn't help but light up, even if he had seen many beauties in the past few days, he was not so elegant and demure as he was today.

"Miss Ann, please get up." The three of them all stepped forward to help An Jingyu, but Yan Huan stopped her in time and started to help her up.

"Today, there are you, the painter of King Lao, this is the heart of my little master to reward everyone, I hope to accept it, and don't let down the heart of my little master." Yan Huan took out three ordinary black money bags prepared in advance, each containing ten taels of silver.

Naturally, it is necessary to buy these three painters to paint An Jingyu beautifully, at least to draw at a normal level, rather than being bought by others and painting her very ordinary.

"It's better to be respectful than to obey, and we will do our best." Zhou was the eldest of the three, in his early thirties, and he was also the most adept at dealing with people.

In fact, they took other people's money before, and they bribed them to paint An Jingyu as ordinary, but how could they do it, everyone in the Red Mansion was watching, not to mention that the three of them each painted two paintings.

In the end, only four of the best portraits were selected and framed for the competition, and the two artists were able to write their names, which was also an affirmation and publicity for them.