It's not just these thirty taels of silver, but the medical girls are starting to come into the Fengjing family's sight.
With Prince Gong and Crown Princess as a springboard, the medical girls who have been training for a long time finally have a chance to shine.
The only shortcoming is probably that this springboard is not open and honest, and may even be suspected of deception.
Sometimes when I think about it, Wen Zhiyun feels that she is quite sorry for Prince Gong.
Although he was prodigal and lustful, he deceived his parents at first and was ashamed of his wife at worst. According to Chang Yan, he was also involved in the shady business of selling officials and titles.
But in the end, it was their brothers who were unjust.
In order to make up for it, and to make the medical girls more accepted by the aristocratic family, Wen Zhiyun took Wang Xiaozhu to Prince Gong's Mansion in person. Not only did she use massage to relieve the swelling, but he also helped her check her pulse and get prescriptions for body conditioning and beauty. .
It takes some time to see the effects of the medicine, but the massage has an immediate effect, tightening the skin on the spot.
The Crown Princess was extremely satisfied and asked Wang Xiaozhu to continue tomorrow.
Wen Zhiyun breathed a sigh of relief and left Prince Gong's Mansion under the moonlight.
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Jiang Sheng was visibly happy these days.
It was not only the fourth and fifth brothers who gave her a beautiful silver necklace, but also because Jiuzhenfang's customization business was expanding day by day.
After the Jiang family and three other families ordered cakes with surnames, Yao Siqing learned that Jiuzhenfang belonged to Jiang Sheng's brother and sister, so he ordered two for his own family and vigorously promoted and recommended them.
So one after another, several more families came to order cakes, and they were all from well-known families in Fengjing.
The scene that was envisioned at the beginning seems to be slowly unfolding. Although pastries with surnames have not become popular in Fengjing, they have begun to make a name for themselves.
Jiang family.
As soon as a plate of custom-made pastries worth one tael of silver entered the Jiang Mansion gate, it was divided into three portions and delivered to the masters non-stop.
Mrs. Jiang has one share, Mrs. Jiang has one share, and Jiang Chenghuan has one share.
Sweet but not greasy lotus paste is used as the skin, and red bean paste is used as the filling. It is printed with a clear gradient of pink lotus flowers, and the word "jiang" is sharply processed on the outside. Such a unique pastry quickly captured the attention of the Jiang family masters. Heart.
Madam Jiang picked up a piece and bit it lightly, feeling the mixed aroma of lotus seed paste and red beans filling her mouth. She nodded slightly and said, "I have made my wish."
"This is a new custom-made pastry from Jiuzhenfang. No one has the same pastry." The young man asked his master for credit, "Young master bought it specially for you to taste."
As soon as he said this, Mrs. Jiang, who had put down the cake after tasting it for a while, picked up the cake again and ate a few pieces as if nothing had happened. "It's really good. The cake is very unique and suitable for visiting relatives and friends."
The boy thought he had succeeded in claiming credit and was extremely proud.
Only Tan Yue knew it well and took two steps forward, "Old madam, how many in-laws and aristocratic families do you want to order some for?"
Mrs. Jiang nodded slightly, her expression still cold, but there was a little bit of imperceptible pride in the corners of her slightly raised eyes.
After not paying attention for a few days, the little girl actually came up with such a weird idea.
Not bad, really good.
She lowered her head and opened the envelope that Anshui County rushed to deliver. It recorded every detail of the Jiang Sheng brother and sister in the past three years. They had a rich experience.
In a few days, Jiang Sheng's life trajectory for the first eight years will be sent over. How she moved to Anshui County and how she became a wandering orphan will all be revealed on the page.
at the same time.
A carriage stopped at the gate of Jiang Mansion. Jiang Chenghuan, who was thin and frail, was lifting the curtain and walked down slowly, supported by the maid Xiaoqiao.
Behind her, there was also a carriage, and a young girl also came out, standing in the Jiang Mansion next door.
To be precise, this is the same mansion, but it is divided into the east residence and the west residence.
Mrs. Jiang lived with her legitimate son and descendants in the east house, and her concubine children lived together in the west house. On weekdays, they could only greet each other, and everyone lived their own lives, so they did not interfere with each other.
The only friction is probably that the third lady Jiang Chenghuan and the fourth lady Jiang Chengyu are not getting along. They usually like to steal each other's limelight or make secret plans.
Jiang Chenghuan was a direct descendant, and Mrs. Jiang devoted her education to her. She had the upper hand most of the time, and Jiang Chengyu was unhappy and deflated.
Until Jiang Chenghuan's fake daughter's identity was exposed.
Jiang Chengyu seemed to have caught a flaw, and when he caught it, he would sarcastically say, "It's just a fake. Why are you showing off the pedigree of a rich family here? I don't know what my biological parents are like."
Jiang Chenghuan paused in getting off the carriage, and the five fingers hidden under his sleeves clenched into fists.
"Hey, why don't you get out of the Jiang family?" Jiang Chengyu's voice became louder and louder, "Aren't you looking for your biological father and mother? They also lost a daughter."
Xiaoqiao was so frightened that she grabbed the third lady and reminded her that this was the gate of Jiang Mansion and not to make a joke.
At this critical moment, the concierge rushed out and reported, "Miss Third, please go back quickly. The eldest son has sent someone to deliver cakes. I guess they are looking for you right now."
Xiaoqiao's eyes lit up, "What kind of cakes did the eldest master give me again?"
"It's a custom-made pastry. A plate is very valuable and costs one tael of silver." The concierge recalled, "It is said to be unique in the entire Fengjing City. It was delivered to the third lady as soon as I got it, and it was still warm."
Xiaoqiao smiled happily.
Jiang Chenghuan's tense body also relaxed. She looked at Jiang Chengyu from afar and smiled slightly, "Brother always cares about me so much and brings such unique pastries. It's really thoughtful."
After saying that, he got up and returned to the house.
From a distance, I heard Jiang Chengyu angrily asking, "Where's the second brother? The second brother didn't buy it for me?"
"Back to the Fourth Miss, the Second Young Master said it was too expensive and not worth it..."
Jiang Chenghuan didn't listen to the rest of the words. She regained her confidence and calmness and walked back to her courtyard.
The boy delivering the pastries was waiting and saw her hurriedly presenting the pastries.
Unraveling the layers of oil paper revealed the gradient lotus pattern inside, as well as the clear-textured surname "Jiang", which seemed to be affirming something and soothed the girl's inner fear.
Jiang Chenghuan calmed down, picked up a piece, put it gently into his mouth, felt the silky texture and dense taste, and nodded affirmatively.
The young man became more and more happy and took the credit, "As long as it's delicious, it's not in vain. Master ordered this pastry at Jiuzhenfang three days in advance. Finally, I didn't spend any money..."
Jiang Chenghuan paused while tasting the pastry.
Xiaoqiao took a breath of air, "Jiuzhenfang, is this Jiuzhenfang's pastry?"
"Yes." The boy didn't know why. "The new pastry launched by Jiuzhenfang is unique in the whole of Fengjing. It also bears the logo of the Jiang family. No one can decide it except the Jiang family."
This is an honor, and it is also the favorite uniqueness of the noble family, but why is it Jiuzhenfang.
Xiaoqiao took another breath of cold air, glanced at the condensed Jiang Chenghuan, and stood up to see the boy off.
When I came back, the pastries on the table had fallen to the ground and fell apart.
Jiang Chenghuan sat upright on the chair with a calm expression. Only one tear slowly fell from the corner of his eye.
