Yinzhen didn't say anything more, but his son's words just now still shocked Yinzhen a lot.

Although Honghui has been in poor health over the years, he has always adhered to the eldest son, and gave Honghui a lot.

The emperors and grandchildren should learn, although Honghui did not go to the study, it was not left behind at all.

Yin Zhen felt that his responsibility as an Amma had been fulfilled.

But I never thought about what this child wanted and what he wanted to do.

When I was young, no one asked about this, in Yinzhen's concept, as a prince, it should be.

Honghui's words made Yinzhen fall into deep thought, and the Wulanala clan stood aside embarrassed.

However, Wei Chenfeng is okay at this time, and Fang Cai Yinzhen is just habitual.

His identity, the bad environment in which he grew up, all created his character.

Disobedience? Okay, then I'll force you to obey.

He was a prince, and no one dared to disobey.

Even if she is the favorite concubine of the harem, her status is not as noble as that of the prince.

Ji Wanrong didn't know that this Wei Chenfeng had once again put himself in danger.

These days, she is obsessed with hydrosol skin care, and she also asked Chunjiao to go to the embroidery room to find some silk cloth as thin as cicada wings and make her own mask.

Ji Wanrong cut a few holes in a piece with scissors, soaked them in rose water, and pasted them on her face.

At first, Chunjiao and the others couldn't understand that this thing was really ugly, and they couldn't talk or laugh when they were stuck to their faces.

For a whole quarter of an hour, I couldn't do anything, and I was about to suffocate people.

But after being forced by Ji Wanrong to apply it to them two or three times, they did feel that their skin was much better.

Cardamom touched her face every day and sighed that it was so smooth, Ji Wanrong felt that her thoughts were not in vain.

However, Ji Wanrong was still a little distressed, the four faces of the Dark Fragrance Pavilion and a bowl of hydrosol were applied almost three or four times, and they were used up.

"Master, do you still wear a mask today?" Chunjiao asked, picking up the notebook on the table.

Ji Wanrong sat at the table and ate the chilled watermelon one bite at a time, it was really delicious.

Bingbing is sweet, and in such an evening, the fruit is really good after a meal.

She is the master of three meals a day, and the last dinner is bought with her own money.

In the evening, I ate dinner, took a walk, chatted a few words and got ready to go to bed.

The entertainment life in ancient times was really pitiful, and Ji Wanrong didn't like to play chess or play the piano.

Qin, chess, poetry and painting can be said to be not proficient in everything, although it is said that thanks to the blessing of the original owner, this body will also be a little.

But Ji Wanrong was not interested, Rao was a guqin in the room, and she didn't bother to play it.

"Uh-huh, apply a mask." Ji Wanrong listened to Chunjiao's words, and said busily, the watermelon in her mouth had not yet been swallowed.

Hearing her say this, Chunjiao was busy preparing for it, and when she brought these silk cloths back, they were all boiled in hot water.

The master said that this is called sterilization, Chunjiao doesn't know what bacteria are, but it's not good after all.

Cardamom stood aside and fanned Ji Wanrong, I don't know what's going on today, it's very stuffy.

Looking at the dark sky, it has not rained, it is so stuffy and hot, the ice has melted, and the house is still not cool.

There were still five or six pieces of watermelon left, Ji Wanrong turned her head and saw Cardamom staring at the watermelon, and smiled helplessly, "You can eat it, these are all for you." ”

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