Prince Jing looked at Zhan Qingyue with guilt on his face, and he looked at Zhan Qingyue at a loss. She pulled up her hair casually, and her plain clothes made her even more cold and aloof.
Prince Jing looked at it, the roots of his ears gradually turned red, and a little deer started to bump around.
In this brief moment, he seemed to have forgotten that he was trying to win over Zhan Qingyue, so he deliberately lowered his body and lowered his face to beg her.
Zhan Qingyue lowered her eyebrows and was busy brewing tea, not noticing the changes in Prince Jing.
"Try a cup of my newly made medicinal tea."
Prince Jing was stunned, and he quickly picked up the teacup and took a sip. His face turned red due to the heat, and his own restraint made him hold back from spitting it out.
"Aren't you afraid that I'll poison you?"
Zhan Qingyue pretended to smile mysteriously.
Prince Jing was stunned, and the corners of his mouth gradually turned up, and his beautiful face was full of peach blossoms.
"The County Lord Zhan acts openly and aboveboard, how can he be such a despicable villain? Besides, Rui He has a problem with the County Lord, and it is right for the County Lord to take it out on me."
Zhan Qingyue chuckled, her eyebrows and eyes were curved and very beautiful.
Prince Jing quickly looked away, fearing that he would forget the "important event" if he continued to look at it.
"His Highness is a sensible person, much more sensible than your sister. Since you are willing to lower yourself and beg me, how can I, as a doctor, ignore death?"
Zhan Qingyue took a sip of the warm medicinal tea, raised her eyelids and glanced at Prince Jing: "Drink now, it's just right."
Seeing this, King Jing had no choice but to patiently pick up the teacup and taste it slowly.
After drinking a pot of tea, Zhan Qingyue also saw that Prince Jing in front of him was a flexible and flexible person, calm, not bored, and tenacious.
When they arrived at the Bieyuan where Prince Jing and Princess Ruihe were temporarily staying, Zhan Qingyue checked Ruihe's pulse with a sullen face, and said in a calm tone: "I was frightened and my spirit was unstable. I need acupuncture every day, three, seven, twenty-one times in a row. God, only then can we see good things."
Prince Jing raised his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead, with a relieved smile on his face.
"Thank you so much, Lord Zhan. I will bring her to your house every day for subsequent treatment."
Hearing this, Zhan Qingyue lowered her eyebrows and pondered for a moment, then shook her head: "It's not appropriate for her to leave the familiar environment now, so I'll do it."
After finishing today's acupuncture, Zhan Qingyue was so tired that a thin layer of sweat broke out on her forehead.
Prince Jing quickly ordered someone to serve ginger jujube tea and a plate of refreshments.
He pushed the poured ginger-date tea in front of Zhan Qingyue with some embarrassment.
"The Lord of County Zhan has been troubled today for the sake of Rui He. I heard that this ginger-date tea is very good for women, and this refreshment is also the date mud cake eaten at your house."
Faced with Prince Jing's overtures, Zhan Qingyue unceremoniously accepted all the orders. She ate and drank as much as she wanted, and regarded it as a reward for Rui He's treatment.
For several days, Prince Jing personally came to Zhan Mansion to pick up Zhan Qingyue. After every injection, he always prepared tea and snacks suitable for women.
Zhan Qingyue listened to the equal amounts of malice and favorability values broadcast in the space and didn't take it seriously.
On this day, as soon as I left Bieyuan, I didn't expect to see Han Yiyun's carriage waiting at the door.
When King Jing saw Han Yiyun coming, the smile on his face did not diminish, and he said generously: "Zhan County Master, since Mr. Han is here to pick it up in person today, I will not send it away. Thank you very much for today."
Zhan Qingyue had no intention of talking nonsense to him anymore, and jumped on Han Yiyun's carriage after a simple courtesy.
Her face was full of joy, and the raised corners of her mouth never came down.
"Brother Han, why do you have time to pick me up today?"
Han Yiyun snorted coldly, with a dark face, flicked his whip, and walked away. It wasn't until he was far away that he gouged out Zhan Qingyue, his face full of displeasure.
"If I don't come again, that vixen Prince Jing will steal my bride!"
The strong sour smell permeated the entire carriage, and Zhan Qingyue's face almost turned sour from laughter.
"Brother Han, are you jealous? Then why didn't you come to pick me up earlier? It's been so many days, and you're here now?"
Faced with Zhan Qingyue's rhetorical question, Han Yiyun snorted coldly, with a sullen face and angrily: "I saw Prince Jing's vixen doing something excessive a few days ago. If he dares to take your idea, I don't mind making him bloody. Splash on the spot!”
Zhan Qingyue curled her lips, this is still a hot tempered person! It seems that it won't be so easy to coax for a while.
She reached out and climbed onto Han Yiyun's arm, gently resting her head on his arm.
"Brother Han, can you still not understand my heart? Our childhood sweethearts, our relationship for more than ten years cannot be compared to those who come after us. If I could, I would not want to come to see Ruihe in the first place."
"Ruihe, that blind man, is still spying on my husband!"
Zhan Qingyue pouted her lips and rubbed her head on Han Yiyun's arm.
"Who wants to have a noble concubine as a mother? There is turmoil in the capital now, and King Cheng is not very popular. If we offend Prince Jing again, in the future, if the concubine in the palace blows the wind, how can we still be there? Eat the fruit!”
Han Yiyun sighed helplessly, his face finally no longer as gloomy as before.
The two chatted about their future endeavors, but they felt that their abilities were not enough and they needed to work harder.
Seeing that the new year is approaching.
The shopkeepers of the major shops of the Zhan family gathered in the Zhan family's courtyard with their accounting clerks.
Zhan Qingyue specially kept his second sisters-in-law Cuizhu and Liu Furong and the second young lady of the Song family from Fucheng.
The little sisters gathered together, and the target of gossip unanimously became Zhan Qingyue.
On the other hand, Princess Cheng, who has a child, blushed when she heard this.
After a lot of gossip, the little sisters finally got down to the topic.
"Yueyue, there have been more beauty salons of the same type in Beijing recently. I went to check it out and found that the products they sell are very similar to ours. If this continues, our cosmeceuticals will probably have to be copied by others. ”
When Cuizhu mentioned her headache, her brows furrowed and her face lost the smile.
"That's right. The quality of our cosmeceuticals is so good, but it can't withstand the research of capable doctors. Those competitors are willing to spend a lot of money to hire doctors. There are ten or eight of them. We have to think of a way. .”
Miss Song Er and Zhan Qingyue have opened a beauty salon for so long, and they are very knowledgeable about cosmeceuticals.
Not only are there a lot of rich people in the capital city, the competition is fierce, but it is even worse in the capital city.
Zhan Qingyue frowned and thought for a while: "I have thought up two gadgets in the past few days. Sisters, help me take a look. If they can be sold, they can be used to attract customers."
After saying that, she called someone to bring out the simple versions of aromatherapy and perfume, which immediately caused an uproar among the little sisters, and they immediately decided to promote these two items as new products.
After sending the little sisters off happily, Han Yiyun diligently poured tea and water for Zhan Qingyue and rubbed his legs and back.
"Yueyue, I plan to go to Beijing after the new year. Let's find a time to get married."
