Quick Transmute Beauty Transformation Project

Chapter 237, Empress Dowager of the Cold Palace
She brought the bowl for Wei Lang to her mouth, sighed slightly, and poured it into her mouth while holding her breath.

She admitted that her words were intended to provoke Wei Lang with the cause of Princess Qingjia's death, but she didn't expect to bring people to tears. She just wanted Wei Lang to drink the medicine obediently, and she didn't intend to expose the scars.

The taste of the concoction is a bit bitter, but the taste is not particularly bad, a bit like vegetable soup without salt.

Lin Anluo poured a bowl for herself, all as a precaution against catching a cold. After drinking it, she lit the bottom of the bowl for Wei Langliang, poured another cup of tea to rinse her mouth, and said, "Do you believe me now?"

Wei Lang squatted down, took the bowl in her hand, and scooped up the soup himself. His eyes were still red, and he suddenly said in a nasal voice, "If only...you came earlier."

She knew what he wanted to say was that Princess Qingjia could be saved if she came earlier, but the original owner, Yufen, didn't know, so Lin Anluo could only pretend to be annoyed and patted the young man on the shoulder, and said fiercely, "What are you talking about! What do you think? Is this a good place? He also cursed me to come earlier, I can’t bear it after coming for a month, and I will go out after the new year, at most after the new year.”

After she finished speaking, she thought of something, looked at him, softened her tone, sighed, and said, "It would be great if you could go out too."

Three parts of her care for Wei Lang is because she wants him to help her with hard work, and seven parts is out of sympathy. Wei Lang's appearance is indeed quite good, and it's okay for her to see the pretty kid next door living a miserable life. Could not bear.

At the end of this day in the cold palace, she also had some kind of true love for him as a friend in need, so she naturally hoped that he would also come out of the cold palace.

Lin Anluo also knew that she was a mud bodhisattva and could not protect herself when crossing the river. When she climbed up step by step and had enough status and ability, she would have the opportunity to find a way to help Wei Lang.

The effect of that bowl of herbal medicine is very obvious, Wei Lang still had a little nasal sound in the afternoon, and the next day he was a healthy baby who was refreshed and lively.

The painting sent by Cheng Midong went into the emperor's imperial study and there was no more movement. The effect of Lin Anluo's chess move seemed to be only on the stunning scene at the palace banquet.

But she didn't panic, the Chinese New Year was coming soon, Qiu Rong had the opportunity to go out of the palace to visit relatives, and finally one day, the system told her that Qiu Rong took the jade and went to the House of Internal Affairs.

Lin Anluo hastily smoothed her hair that was loosely draped over her shoulders, combed it into a simple but elegant bun, took a wooden stick with a blackened tip, and carefully brushed it against the small copper mirror brought in by the rain. The eyebrows are drawn.

Yu Lian is a standard classical beauty, with a melon-seeded face, full almond eyes, a delicate nose, and a small cherry-like mouth. This kind of facial features are exquisite and ethereal, and a little bit of color can make people's eyes shine.

After painting her eyebrows, she picked a plum blossom in Feng Zhaoyi's yard, crushed the dark red flower juice and applied it on her lips. Wei Lang was stunned when he saw her, and quickly turned his head.

In the House of Internal Affairs, as usual, Qiu Rong walked around to the door of her old acquaintance, the clerk of the Guangchu Department, and knocked on the door, "Brother Qian, it's me, Qiu Rong."

The door was opened from the inside. Qian Dadai, a scribe with a small beard and narrow eyes, saw her round face, his beard flicked, and disdain flashed in his eyes. He walked lazily back to the desk with a very casual attitude, "Yes." Aunt Qiurong, I heard that another person entered the cold palace a month ago, but what good things did he get?"

Qiu Rong curtly flattered him, "Look at what you said, I have to cook an extra meal for more than one person. How can there be any good things. It's just that I picked up a piece of jade while sweeping the floor a few days ago. I think it's almost Chinese New Year , exchange some money and go back and ask my father to buy a few more pieces of land, so that when I get old, I will have something to rely on after leaving the palace."

(End of this chapter)