Quick Transmute Beauty Transformation Project

Chapter 228, Empress Dowager of the Cold Palace
Wei Lang lowered his eyes and glanced at his hand, but ignored her.

Lin Anluo looked at him with no temper at all, and complained, "Why are you so stubborn, kid? Your hands don't itch or hurt? Do they grow every year, or just this year?"

"Before. Also. Also."

Lin Anluo breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good, I thought I'd make you carry water all the time this year, and you'd get chilblains all the time."

It might be that Tim Chai's chilblain was itchy when he was exposed to heat, Wei Lang frowned and rubbed his fingers. "Anyway, when it's not cold, it'll be fine."

Lin Anluo searched her mind for childhood memories of frostbite on her hands, she stood up like a wolf grandmother while wearing her quilt, went to the vegetable basket to get a radish, was shrunk by the radish, but insisted on cutting a piece Stack the radish slices back.

"I'm so cold, I'm so cold." Shouting, she ran back to the fire, covered Wei Lang's head with the fallen quilt, and moved the small bench closer to him.

"The fourth prince helps me hold the quilt, hold it well, don't let it fall on the ground, I will cover it at night."

Obediently, Wei Lang raised the quilt with both hands, enclosing the two of them like pulling up an artificial tent.Lin Anluo held the freshly cut radish slices, and put them one by one on the lid of the copper pot of boiling water on the stove.

"After the radish slices are hot, apply them on your fingers and continue roasting, and your frostbite will heal soon." Lin Anluo said.

When she moved, it was inevitable that her shoulder touched him. He realized that the distance between the two of them was beyond his tolerance, so he moved to the side.

Lin Anluo, who focused on roasting radishes, didn't care about him so much. Seeing that the radishes were sizzling, she took the corner of the quilt from his hand, "Okay, you can wrap it yourself."

Wei Lang guessed that the itching was really uncomfortable, so he didn't argue with Lin Anluo any more, and obediently applied sliced ​​radish.He wrapped the hot radish slices around his fingers, and it seemed that the itching was not so great.

"How do you know.know.so much?" Wei Lang asked stumblingly with rare curiosity.

"Because I am two years older than you, when you reach my age, you will know as much as me."

He wrapped his hands full of radish slices and lowered his head to bake them. His clear eyes stared at his hands with a serious expression, like an introverted and inarticulate younger brother of an ordinary child.

Lin Anluo felt soft-hearted for some reason. Wei Lang had done nothing wrong, but was forced to become a victim in the dispute between the two countries.

She tilted her head, and for the first time in front of him, she did not insist on her fierce and arrogant persona, and said softly, "Fourth Prince, you see you don't stutter when you speak two or three words. When you speak a long sentence, try Divide so many words into short sentences of two or three words, speak slowly, if you want to stutter, stop, think about it before continuing to speak."

She intended to help Wei Lang correct this problem, but it seemed that Wei Lang was in an unspeakable pain. He threw away all the radish slices in his hand, straightened his back suddenly, his beautiful blue eyes were burning with anger, and he licked his lips. lips, staring at Lin Anluo fiercely, her chest heaving violently.

Lin Anluo, who had just started to be herself, had to take on Yu Lian's arrogant persona again, staring rounder and fiercer than him, and opened her mouth loudly, "What's the matter? What's the matter? I'm kind enough to help you, but you look at it like an enemy." Me, are you unable to get used to others being nice to you? Are you just used to me scolding you and stuttering, making others laugh at your lisp? This is not a disease that cannot be cured. "

"It can't be cured in the first place!" Wei Lang said angrily.

(End of this chapter)