Ten Miles of Red Makeup: The Legend of Ming Yu

Chapter 121 Inner Thief
The ointment for removing scars came from her hands, and no one knows more about its weight than her. The quack doctor is a fake, but the ointment for scars in the hands of Mrs. Cheng's mansion is indeed the real ointment for removing scars...

Before, she thought that Concubine Sun Gui gave it to the eldest wife of Duke Cheng's mansion, but now that she thinks about it, the matter is probably not that simple. If that was the case, why didn't Duke Cheng's mansion say it clearly, and said that the quack doctor's ointment works?

The only explanation is that the medicine came from a wrong way, and the quack doctor just happened to correct the name of the medicine.

Ming concubine closed the ointment and said, "Mrs. Shen didn't find out who changed the medicine?"

Ming concubine asked calmly, and Su gave her a nasty look. How could she ask such a straightforward question about such a shameful matter.

Mrs. Shen looked embarrassed, "I couldn't find out, and Miss Wei made a joke."

Mingyu really laughed, looked at Su Shi and said, "Mother, I have a few words to say to Mrs. Shen alone."

Su raised her hand to poke Ming's concubine's forehead, "You can't even listen to your mother?"

"Isn't my daughter afraid that you will stare at me?" On Mingyu's delicate face, a pair of clear eyes shone with a hint of innocence.

Mrs. Su really stared at Concubine Ming a few times. Mrs. Shen envied the kindness of their mother and daughter, and walked a few steps aside. Concubine Ming rubbed her head and walked over, saying, "Mrs. Wang Shizi has already sent someone to find the quack doctor, and I will ask him to bring back a box of ointment for scars."

Mrs. Shen felt relieved, the Prince of Zhennan must be looking for a quack doctor to heal his legs, but with these words, don't avoid Mrs. Su, "Miss Wei, is there anything else you want to tell me?"

Ming concubine nodded and said, "After the eldest wife of Duke Cheng's mansion rolled down the stairs and hurt her face, did anyone visit her at the mansion?"

Mrs. Shen was puzzled at first, but she understood why she asked such a question, and when she thought of something, her eyes shrank suddenly.

Ming concubine only ordered, blessed her body, turned her head and smiled at Su Shi, "Mother, you accompany Mrs. Shen, I'm going to listen to Yuxuan."

After finishing speaking, before Su's consent, she took her maid and left.

Mrs. Su cast a few angry glances, and seeing Mrs. Shen's complexion was not very good, she said, "Miss Shen San is a lucky person with a natural appearance, and she will definitely recover her appearance. Don't worry."

Mrs. Shen smiled wryly. She had lost her face before, so she was not afraid of losing it again. "There are internal thieves in the house. If you don't catch them, even if you have ointment, they won't be able to protect you."

Let me explain to you again, I went directly to Tingyuxuan, Tingyuxuan is the best room in Dingbei Houfu's courtyard dedicated to receiving guests, it is quiet and elegant, there is a cobblestone path in front of the courtyard, green bamboos sway beside it, and the breeze is gentle.

Before I walked in, I heard a faint sound of the piano, like a clear spring in the deep valley, flowing slowly under the moonlit night, moistening things silently.

"sounds so good."

"Shh."

Xueyan signaled Xi'er to keep silent, Xi'er shut her mouth tightly, and even her footsteps were as light as if she was stepping on cotton wool.

Listening to the small bridge and flowing water in Yuxuan, the maids and women all stopped their work to enjoy Ziyue's piano sound and Qingshuang's dance.

I saw Ziyue's slender fingers plucking the strings, and the sound of the piano flowed out. For a moment, Ming concubine seemed to see the scenery beyond the Great Wall, the desert with solitary smoke, and the long river with the setting sun.

Qingshuang was dancing, her black silk was dyed with black ink, and her skirt was flowing, vividly expressing the emotions conveyed by the sound of the piano.

Willow brows are frequently frowned when mourning, cheeks are smiling when happy, cheeks are like snow shining in the sun when shy, and eyes are open when angry...

Urgent care is cleared frequently, and the dance clothes are tied up.

Shaking his hand affectionately, his sleeves are uneven.

The willows lead the silk, and the wind turns back to the snow.

Ning Kun is delicate and unmoving, and often spends time and money.

Leisurely and soft, Hibiscus is looking forward to it, and the people who watch it are fascinated.

At the end of the song, Qingshuang wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, calming down her emotions, but Ming Concubine didn't know that there was a maid behind her, and said, "Miss, the old lady wants you to go to Changhui Courtyard."

Qingshuang said with a smile, "Let's learn here in the morning, and the girls will come to study for half an hour later."

Xie Wanhua praised their dancing posture, Qingshuang and Ziyue said a few words of modesty, and then went back to the house with the piano in their arms.

Wei Mingyi looked back at Ming Concubine and said, "Big sister also wants to learn dance with us?"

"Just come and have a look," Minnie said as she walked forward.

Wei Mingqi was still immersed in the beautiful dance just now, and said, "I feel that even if I practice for another ten years, I will not be half as good as Miss Qingshuang. No wonder she charges 1000 taels for teaching a dance."

Ming concubine raised her eyebrows, and heard Xie Wanhua say, "This is in Liuzhou. If it were in the capital, I think it would cost at least 2000 taels. I guess everyone would fight for it. The emperor bestowed his favor on uncle, so he bestowed the beauties on him, and we all followed suit." .”

Wei Mingyi nodded, "No, they are definitely the richest aunts I have ever seen, and those few boxes of dance clothes are worth at least tens of thousands of taels."

The envy is beyond words, and then the topic revolves around Ziyue and Qingshuang's dance clothes and headgear.

A group of people chatted and laughed and went to Changhui Courtyard. Mrs. Shen was not there, so they should have gone back.

Concubine Ming greeted her with blessings, and said, "Grandmother called Concubine Ming, but is there something wrong?"

The old lady nodded lightly and said, "You promised to help Third Miss Shen buy the ointment. Before Mrs. Shen left, she left a ten thousand tael silver note, which was for the prince of Zhennan to buy the ointment. You will send a maid to Zhennan later. Send it, Prince Wang."

If you ask the old lady to tell you that this matter should not be decided by the prince of Zhennan, the prince of Zhennan has not healed his own leg, so how could he be in the mood to help others? If you want to do it, just mention it, Mrs. Shen will naturally go to find Prince Zhennan's son, she is not married yet.

Xi'er stood aside, watching Ming concubine take the silver bill from the old lady, she just felt light and light, the girl is really a wife, a box of black ointment can earn 1 taels, it's still someone else It's not a black heart to send it on my own initiative.

Ming concubine took the bank note, blinked her eyes and said, "A box of ointment only costs 8000 taels, so there are 2000 taels left."

if only……

The words were so easy, Su couldn't help giving Ming concubine an angry look, and said, "Mother wants to give it to Mrs. Shen, but she won't accept it, saying it's for you and the prince of Zhennan's hard work."

The old lady fiddled with the Buddha beads and said, "Give it all to Prince Zhennan, the banknotes issued are outrageous, 1 taels is not a small amount, I will ask Manager Li to send the maid to Zhennan Prince's Mansion."

The corner of Ming's mouth twitched, isn't it?

She didn't intend to give the silver ticket to Chu Mochen at all. Could it be that she didn't give it away? Can she not give it away? What if she doesn't come back?
In addition to the banknotes, the old lady felt that it was inappropriate to send the banknotes to others for help. She asked Ming concubine to embroider a purse for the prince of Zhennan. Say what.

But how can Ming Concubine be so clumsy that she can embroider purses? Isn't this embarrassing for her?

Before she could say no, the old lady said, "Let's go back first, make the embroidery more beautiful."

Depressed, Fushen resigned.

(End of this chapter)