coobybook Chapter 292 An Changzai is really perverted
Chapter 292 An Changzai is really perverted
That day, Concubine Xin proudly introduced two pots of pink peonies to Concubine Hua, and that was the concubine's smile.
Because its color is as bright red as lychee shell, and its petals are as delicate and crystal clear as lychee flesh, it is named Fei Zi Xiao.
Feizixiao, what a good name. Now, the only thing that can make her smile is no longer the emperor's care and favor.
If the concubine's smile could be painted into a flower pattern and then embroidered on her dress, it would certainly be extremely beautiful.
However, what Concubine Hua hated most was embroidery and needlework, so it was just an idea that she could just think about.
In May, peonies are in full bloom, and oleanders also become gorgeous.
Noble Lady Fucha's belly was getting bigger and bigger day by day, just like a blown sugar figure. It wasn't noticeable before, but now when she goes out for activities, you can tell the difference even after not seeing her for two or three days.
Noble Lady Fucha had been cooped up in the Yanx Palace for more than a month. Finally, she went to the west wing where An Lingrong lived, bringing with her a treasure box of rouge in the pattern of a crabapple flower.
The two of them had lived in the same palace for such a long time that Noble Lady Fucha realized that she had never been to An Lingrong's room.
This house where An Changzai lives is simply furnished.
The east room is the study, the west room is the bedroom, and in the middle there is a round table for meeting guests.
The pens, ink, paper and inkstone are all placed neatly in their proper places on the desk.
In a well-lit area near the window, there is an embroidery frame, on which the embroidery threads used by An Lingrong are arranged on the pole in front of the frame in order of light and dark colors.
Goose yellow, tender yellow, light yellow, bright yellow, orange yellow...
Noble Lady Fucha took a look at the rainbow-like embroidery thread and then looked away.
This An Changzai is really perverted.
If Noble Lady Fucha's own room was so tidy, with everything arranged so neatly, she would go crazy.
Noble Lady Fucha turned her eyes away with disdain, and happened to see that there was a small table next to An Lingrong's embroidery frame, and next to the small table there was a cabinet similar to a Chinese medicine bowl.
There should be some things that An Lingrong needs inside.
Noble Lady Fucha just glanced at it and didn't study it in detail, but the pile of messy things on the small table made Noble Lady Fucha smile.
The mortar was half used, and there were still "corpses" of half of the petals that had been pounded inside, which had not been cleaned up in time.
Fine gauze and silk cotton were mixed together, and An Changzai might not have understood the different uses of these two items in making rouge.
It turns out that this seemingly orderly An Changzai also has its moments of chaos.
Noble Lady Fucha was holding her waist with her left hand and sticking out her belly. She was just about to help An Lingrong arrange the materials for making rouge into the necessary steps when she unexpectedly walked in.
"Sister Fucha, why are you here?" An Lingrong was a little surprised to see Noble Lady Fucha in her room.
"I have something to give you, but I didn't expect you to be out. Baojuan saw that I was pregnant, so she asked me to come in and wait. I hope you don't mind." Noble Lady Fucha walked towards An Lingrong and happened to support An Lingrong. An Lingrong originally wanted to salute Noble Lady Fucha.
"We are in the room. There is no need to go through all these empty formalities between you and me." Ever since the last epidemic incident, Noble Lady Fucha has always regarded An Lingrong as her benefactor. Although she appears to be just being polite, in her heart, she has already trusted An Lingrong very much.
She thought An Lingrong would have some demands on her.
Be it money or anything else.
But ever since that incident, An Lingrong acted as if nothing had happened.
So that day when she saw An Lingrong staring at a pile of rouge in the yard, she thought that An Lingrong liked rouge, so she asked Yingtao to dig out all the things she used before, and she made the rouge that was in Yingtao's hand for An Lingrong again.
The box for rouge was still in her favorite crabapple flower pattern.
"Sister, are you here for something today?" An Lingrong asked Baoque to serve a cup of golden thread red date tea to Noble Lady Fucha. "I just went to see Sister Wan. If I had known that Sister was coming, I would have left later."
It is better for pregnant women to drink something to replenish qi and blood. An Lingrong was happy when she thought that Noble Lady Fucha would give birth in more than two months, and the Yanx Palace would be more lively.
Otherwise, every time I take care of the baby, I have to walk through the Imperial Garden to the West Six Palaces to find Sister Mei, which takes half a day.
"This is some rouge I made myself. I saw that you liked rouge that day, so Yingtao and I picked flower petals in the Imperial Garden, cleaned them, and extracted fresh flower juice to make this. My craftsmanship is not very good, so I made these six colors. You can use them as you like."
Noble Lady Fucha motioned to Yingtao to place the mother-of-pearl hexagonal lacquer box in her hand in front of An Lingrong.
An Lingrong was surprised when she heard what Noble Lady Fucha said. Was this still the Noble Lady Fucha who was so arrogant when she saw her before?
Even after Noble Lady Fucha recovered from the epidemic, she still felt that she was a little arrogant when they were together, so she didn't get too close to her and was always polite and respectful to her.
Anyway, Noble Lady Fucha never mocked her for being out of favor again, which made her life in the Yanx Palace much more peaceful and stable. An Lingrong was already very content.
She was really frightened by Noble Lady Fucha's friendly expression today.
But when An Lingrong heard that the rouge was made by Noble Lady Fucha herself, and she had heard Noble Lady Fucha talk about rouge in great detail last time, she couldn't help but open the lid to take a look.
One glance and I can't take my eyes away.
This Noble Lady Fucha's hands must have been shaped by Nuwa herself, so why is the rouge she makes either stuck together or a flowing liquid with uneven color? The rouge paste made by Noble Lady Fucha is just right.
The paste was evenly distributed and dense, lying neatly in the Begonia box. When An Lingrong saw this and thought of the semi-finished products she had to throw away every night, she almost cried.
She felt it was a bit tacky to give those things to Baoque and Baojuan.
There were exactly six colors in the hexagonal mother-of-pearl lacquer box, and An Lingrong couldn't help but open each one to admire them.
An Lingrong, who had originally wanted to politely reject Noble Lady Fucha's kindness, was now grinning so hard that she couldn't close her mouth, and all the preparations she had just prepared were thrown out of her mind.
These six types of rouge not only have different colors, but also different scents, including magnolia scent, osmanthus scent, rose scent, etc.
"The one in your hand smells like osmanthus. Now is not the season for osmanthus, so I used aged osmanthus, which has a lighter smell." Noble Lady Fucha took a sip of the golden thread red date tea and continued, "If you like it, I will make it for you this autumn."
An Lingrong didn't think the scent of osmanthus was light at all. The fragrance of osmanthus was something that seemed to be there and not there, looming. One could smell the fragrance even without seeing the flowers, and the aroma was long-lasting.
It's not that there are people selling osmanthus-scented rouge creams in this rouge shop, but the scent of those rouge creams is either extremely strong when applied on, and the scent disappears immediately after application. It is simply impossible to fully integrate the scent of osmanthus into the rouge.