"Not to mention the smell, just look at the boiling juice, could it be that you want to make some red ink yourself?" Even if it doesn't smell of alcohol, it's a bit choking to smell it.

But seeing that they were all full of interest, Murong Lin was embarrassed to say it, and guessed such a sentence based on his own speculation, but he didn't expect it to be very different from Feng Xiaoyue's plan.

Hearing this, Feng Xiaoyue's face suddenly turned a few degrees colder, Lin Xiao and Xiaoyun both looked at Murong Lin in a bit of a daze, and wanted to shake their heads slightly to remind, but Murong Lin didn't pay attention at all.

"But I think it's a little too thin, and if the ink is formed, it will take a long time. But it doesn't matter, it's just time to pass the time for Xiaoyue, and when I write an important letter next time, I can ask you to borrow some to use. When the words landed, Feng Xiaoyue took the case, fortunately, Murong Lin stood farther away because he was afraid of this fragrance, otherwise he would have a resentful look at her, and he was afraid that he would take a few steps back.

"In this pot are most of the rose petals grown in my shed, and the dried wisteria flowers that Lin Xiao specially asked to go out to buy, soaked in the new wine that only came out in a year, and added the air-dried beeswax prepared earlier, which should be a lot of silver." Feng Xiaoyue was unhappy in her heart, and even her tone of voice was a little cold.

Murong Lin vaguely noticed her unhappiness, and immediately began to reflect on herself, before saying something that should not be said.

"It's really extravagant to use so much money to pile up things, but the prince wants to use them to write and paint."

"Forgive me for being clumsy, I didn't see the deep meaning of the lady, don't be angry, the lady is planning to do this?" Murong Lin didn't dare to meet Feng Xiaoyue's angry eyes, and by standing far away, he pretended not to pay attention and wanted to open the topic, but it was difficult to continue.

Xiao Yun watched the stiff pattern between the two of them from the side, and only had to speak out to break the embarrassment for them.

"The prince doesn't know, our young lady's thing can be made into rouge, and when it comes out of such a pot, it can at least be poured into many small jars."

"Rouge?" When Murong Lin and Gu Zeyuan were dealing, they had also heard about the production process of rouge. It's just that I didn't expect Feng Xiaoyue to make this process so complicated, no wonder it would cost so much silver.

Murong Lin really couldn't hold back, and laughed softly, but in exchange for Feng Xiaoyue's even more displeased look.

"The prince should indeed be happy, after all, after I take out this rouge to make money, the prince should not feel distressed, and the new wine I treasured in the wine cellar was misappropriated by me." The voice landed.

This time, Murong Lin was stunned, when Feng Xiaoyue used snowflake melt water to make wine in winter, he smelled the smell of koji and was a little greedy.

I thought that I finally got up a few days ago, and I put it in the cellar because I was going to keep it until the New Year, and I drank it with her, but I didn't expect it to be used for this purpose.

Seeing his stunned expression, Feng Xiaoyue suddenly felt that she had a bad breath, curled the corners of her mouth in satisfaction, and sat back on the edge of the small couch.

"This, of course I won't mind, it's the fruit of your hard work, and it should be handled by you." The promise was very happy, but Murong Lin felt a pity in his heart, it was really a bit violent.

After a while, Murong Lin should have almost gotten used to the smell in this room, he walked over and sat next to Feng Xiaoyue, stretched out his hand to open the window supported by the bamboo shelf, and his mouth was still vibrating.

"There is a smell and charcoal fire in this house, and you are not afraid of smoking yourself, so it is better to open the window to breathe."

"Don't ......" Before Feng Xiaoyue could stop it, a cold wind blew from the crack in the window, and the charcoal fire was almost extinguished.

Murong Lin didn't rush to push the window open, and waited until the breath inside and outside calmed down before using bamboo braces to prop up the window.

"It's a lot better that way."

"I was originally worried that the wind outside was too strong, which would affect the charcoal fire of the tea stove, and the kitchen was a place to cook, so it was not good to be smoked by this smell, so I deliberately moved to the room. Feng Xiaoyue complained, and the tea stove had just been blown up by the flames blown by the wind, which made Xiaoyun sit on the ground in fright, and when he looked back, the things on the stove had been completely integrated.

"Miss, this beeswax has all melted, and the colors are mixed evenly, can we put out the stove?" Xiao Yun was very happy and pointed to the pot on the stove as if he was invited, but Lin Xiao didn't notice the change in color, and stared at it for a long time before nodding thoughtfully,

"Oh". Feng Xiaoyue stood up, bent down to look at it a few times, then nodded, and at the same time found that Xiaoyun seemed to have a good grasp of color.

"Okay, I've already told you to prepare the rouge jars early, remember to count how many cans there are after pouring them out, and we can judge the price of each can." If the cost is too high, Feng Xiaoyue needs to consider changing to other petal raw materials.

"Okay, now that you've finished what you have at hand, isn't it time to spend some time with me?" Feng Xiaoyue was tireless as soon as she got busy, ignoring other things.

Murong Lin was unwilling to be lonely and walked beside Feng Xiaoyue, and took her hand to take her out.

"Where are you taking me? At least let's make it clear first. Feng Xiaoyue gave Murong Lin a stumble, and it happened to fall in the crook of his arm.

"At this time, where else can I go? Naturally, it was dinner. Murong Lin saw that when Feng Xiaoyue heard that he was going to take her away, there was obviously a faint expectation in his eyes, so he deliberately sold it in front of her.

Feng Xiaoyue thought there was some surprise, but she didn't expect it to be such an ordinary thing, and she couldn't help but spit on so many inexplicable expectations she had for him in her heart.

Some were displeased and pulled to the dining room by Murong Lin, but there was not a single dish on the table, only a huge plate, which was still covered with an opaque lid.

Murong Lin pressed her to sit in front of the table, and Feng Xiaoyue pointed to the plate with some curiosity.

"Could it be that you've also learned to create new dishes on your own? What's so strange about this? It won't end up being hard to eat. Faced with her long list of questions, Murong Lin only bent the corners of his mouth and chuckled, and did not call other subordinates to come over, and opened the lid himself.

"Originally, it was specially prepared for you, if we had stayed in the room for a while just now, I was afraid that this thing would not have taken shape." As soon as Murong Lin opened the lid, there was a faint stream of water vapor, which suddenly gushed out from the crack, Feng Xiaoyue closed her eyes in a daze by this gas, and when she opened her eyes again, she saw a large blooming epiphany on the plate.

This epiphany is crystal clear, white and flawless, even the lines on the petals are lifelike, except for the petals, which look so much larger than the real epiphany, there is almost no difference.

"You prepared this?" Feng Xiaoyue was speechless in surprise, raised her hand, covered her slightly open mouth with her sleeve, and asked such a sentence for a long time.

Murong Lin, who was standing next to him, was full of pride and handed the lid to the four waiting books behind.

"It's nature."

"When you first saw the epiphany, I knew that you must like it very much, so I drew a picture of it when I waited for it to bloom at night, and I thought I would give it to you."

"As a result, I heard that when you went to the greenhouse a few days ago, the epiphany was dead, and I thought that you should be very sad, so I asked someone to carve a flower out of a radish according to the picture I painted, so it seems that the master's skills are good, and the carving is particularly lifelike."

"Radish?!" If something as beautiful as this is, you shouldn't ask where it came from. After knowing that it was made of radish, sure enough, Feng Xiaoyue's sense of mystery about it also disappeared a lot.

For a while, Feng Xiaoyue suddenly felt that she couldn't cry or laugh, whether she wanted to say that Murong Lin was very hearted, or was she a little surprised that he was down-to-earth.

Murong Lin saw that she didn't react for a long time, and his heart was anxious, so he hurriedly pointed to this flower and introduced it.

"Don't dislike it for being made of turnips, which can easily collapse if they are made with such thin petals. It just so happened that the weather was cold for the past two days, and the water in one of the wells in the city was frozen. After I had the flowers carved out, I hid them in the well until I got home in the afternoon, or else you wouldn't be as crystal clear as you are now. ”

"It's really good, and it's really beautiful when I look at it." Feng Xiaoyue nodded very perfunctorily, and then looked up at Murong Lin who was arguing innocently.

"But how should this thing be eaten?" Murong Lin suddenly felt a nameless fire surging in his heart, and he didn't realize that Feng Xiaoyue was joking with himself, but instead sat next to her with some grievances and complained.

"I've taken great pains and time to prepare such a gift for you, and it's a bit too beautiful for you to speak like this. If you want to eat, you have researched so many dishes on your own, which one is not enough for you? Do you still want to eat it? This is still rare to see him behaving so childishly in front of him, Feng Xiaoyue was a little surprised, and bent the corners of her mouth a little funny, took out the handkerchief in her sleeve, gently wiped the tip of her nose, and said slowly.

"Don't care, I'm kidding." Who would joke with other people's intentions, although Murong Lin was so slanderous in his heart, he was still reluctant to say it, and gave a look to the four books standing behind, and the four books asked someone to bring the prepared dinner one by one.

"The so-called food is silent, and what to say is said after dinner." Pastoral princess, lady please go back to the house The latest chapter 184: a flash in the pan URL: