Looking at the split hair, Duan Wenjun fell into deep thought.
He didn't want his Yushu Linfeng, who looked better than Pan An, to age prematurely...
By the way, thinking about this, I have already researched perfume. Is it time for me to research some skin care products?
Such as toner, sunscreen, etc...
If it can be tinkered with, there will definitely be a market.
When I was on a mission in my previous life, I went undercover in a large cosmetics factory.
In half a year, through hard work, diligence and love of learning, I almost became a master technician in the factory...
He knows a lot about making these things, so it should be no problem.
I just think about what the world needs, raw materials to find, and processes to try...
This seems to be another big project.
He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, forget it, it seems that he will have to sleep until midnight tomorrow. He can take a beauty sleep to make up for it...
Back at Duan Mansion, Cuiping and Duan Xiaoxing sat on the threshold of the inner courtyard of the west courtyard and fell asleep leaning against the door frame.
Duan Wenjun told them many times that if he came back late, let them go to bed first without waiting for him.
But the two people promised, but always waited until late at night.
He could only follow them.
After waking up the two of them, they went back to their room to sleep. Duan Wenjun finished washing himself under Cuiping's service and then fell asleep.
This sleep was so comfortable.
In the dream, Jiang Shuying had returned from Shangliang, and also came to the west courtyard of the Duan family.
Candlelight flickered, and the two sat facing each other in front of the bed.
Jiang Shuying's weak, boneless hand gently placed on his wrist and leaned towards him.
Just when Duan Wenjun was excited and something indescribable was about to happen, a loud shout rang in his ears, "Hurry up and get some water. Your body is so hot, and your pulse is rapid and disorderly. You must have a fever!"
"Don't cover yourself with the quilt!" A voice sounded, and a light feeling suddenly followed on the body.
The candlelight is gone, and so is Jiang Shuying...
Duan Wenjun suddenly woke up and said angrily, "What are you doing! You're not letting anyone sleep anymore!"
But, right away, he noticed something strange.
Wang Yuanqing, the miraculous doctor, came here at some time.
Moreover, she also came to his room and sat in front of his bed...
Behind him, Cuiping stood there quietly holding a basin of water.
However, their eyes were all fixed on him.
To be precise, he was staring at the tent set up below him.
"Okay, I don't have a fever, I'm just angry." Wang Yuanqing showed a bad smile, "Master Duan, I haven't seen you for a few months, you have regained your glory! Do you want me to give you half an hour and talk to you first? Let the maid deal with it before I can come in again?"
"Get out of here!" Duan Wenjun got up from the bed, stared at Wang Yuanqing and said, "You damn old man, where have you been since you've been dead for so long?"
The last time Wang Yuanqing encouraged Duan Wenjun to attend Lin Jingyun and Zhang Sanfeng's banquet.
But unexpectedly, the host of the banquet turned out to be Chai Jingyun.
Qin Feng even called Jiang Shuying out.
Duan Wenjun felt at that time that he seemed to be being led into a rhythm.
Moreover, during the banquet, Wang Yuanqing actually followed a little girl and stood behind the eldest princess.
At that time, he concluded that Wang Yuanqing, as the instigator, must know the inside story.
He must also know that the eldest princess is coming to Wangjiang.
He also knew that Chai Jingyun would definitely replace Zhang Yifeng and the others to host the banquet.
That's why he deliberately provoked himself.
However, during the banquet, Duan Wenjun did not have the opportunity to ask Wang Qingyuan what was going on.
I wanted to wait until Chai Jingyun and the others left before asking, but I didn't expect that Wang Qingyuan would be missing early the next morning.
There has been no news for such a long time, and it didn't appear again until today.
People say that Wang Yuanqing has a bad temper and is difficult to serve.
However, after dating some time ago, Duan Wenjun felt that this little old man was not bad, but sometimes he liked to deliberately keep a straight face.
Especially after Duan Wenjun and Qin Feng recognized each other, they became more casual in talking to each other.
Wang Yuanqing is Qin Feng's disciple. If he really takes it seriously, Duan Wenjun is a generation older than him...
When he heard Duan Wenjun's shouting, Wang Yuanqing was not angry. Instead, he smiled and said, "I had something to do a while ago and I was in a hurry. Didn't I come to see you as soon as I came back?"
"Tell yourself, are the bad things you did worthy of my preserved egg and lean meat porridge?" Duan Wenjun rolled his eyes at him, took the clothes Cuiping handed over and put them on.
"I didn't know that the eldest princess came suddenly that day!" Wang Yuanqing said with a bitter smile. "I never left after I was called over. Besides, didn't you also steal the show at that banquet?"
"So, I have to thank you, don't I?" After arranging his clothes, Duan Wenjun rolled his eyes at him and continued, "The eldest princess comes to Wangjiang. Why do you want to accompany her all the time? I heard that the eldest princess has never married. Could it be..."
"Wen Jun, be careful what you say!" Wang Yuanqing's face changed drastically, and he looked around warily, "I can't make these jokes. Walls have ears, and your head will fall off."
"Don't worry, in my west courtyard, you can't hide your ears outside the wall." Duan Wenjun smiled lightly, but his heart also felt a little bit.
Wang Yuanqing is right. It involves the majesty of the royal family, so this joke cannot be made.
If someone doesn't listen to you, you might actually lose your life...
"Wen Jun, I won't gossip with you anymore. I came to see you today because I have serious business." Wang Yuanqing's face suddenly became extremely solemn.
Seeing his serious face, Duan Wenjun did not make a fuss with him, "Doctor Wang, what's going on?"
Wang Yuanqing did not speak, but turned his gaze to Cuiping next to him.
"Master, you talk to Divine Doctor Wang first, and I'll prepare breakfast for you." Cuiping was very obedient, greeted Wang Yuanqing, and then walked out, closing the door.
"Your father has been poisoned!" At this moment, Wang Yuanqing took out a letter from his arms and said, "This is the letter he gave you!"
When Duan Wenjun heard this, his expression suddenly changed.
Fat Dad has always been kind and cheerful to others, so how could he be poisoned?
He couldn't wait to open the envelope, and Duan Daxiong's familiar handwriting immediately caught Duan Wenjun's eyes.
"My son, hello!
If you can read the letter, Doctor Wang must have told you that I was poisoned.
The fact that I can still write letters proves that I am still alive! It's too early for those people to want my life.
Those scum in Kyoto want to do you harm, don't worry, I will help you sort it out.
However, Wangjiang is not peaceful either. Wake up and pay attention to your safety.
Let Divine Doctor Wang stay in Duanjiabao and be a spare tire for you, which will also provide an extra guarantee for your safety.
I'm safe now, don't worry! "
The letter is very short.
Be concise and to the point.
But this is also the style of his fat father.
Especially, his fat father actually imitated him in speaking.
Slag, spare tire, this is a saying that was only used in the previous life.
He understood Duan Daxiong's intention and asked Wang Yuanqing to stay in Duanjiabao as a spare tire. If something happened, he could be treated immediately, which was a double guarantee.
Just let him be your backup...
Why does it look so awkward?
Duan Daxiong is sure, do you know the meaning of spare tire?
