Seeing her frown, Shen Qianyu realized that this thing was very inappropriate.
But now that he had taken it out, it was hard to swallow these words. After thinking about it, Shen Qianyu said: "The prince knows that I know the girl well, so he asked me to help choose the things that the girl likes."
"Last time I saw the girl doing lipstick together with the maid in the mansion..."
Song Wan's cheeks turned red when he thought of his rude appearance.
Shen Qianyu looked at it and smiled blankly: "I made this thing myself. I don't know if the girl likes it."
"Of course I like it, thank you father-in-law."
It was originally made by Ji Rong himself. Such thoughtfulness is really rare.
He is a chamberlain in the palace, and from normal contact one can tell that this man, like the prince, does not understand the red tape. But Ji Rong took the lead, and when he saw her getting lipstick done, he felt that he lacked this thing, which was considered very satisfying.
Although it is a bit strange, but... I think he also made this thing for other concubines in the palace.
Song Wan smiled softly and took it from Shen Qianyu's hand.
Seeing the cover up, he grinned.
The two chatted for a while, and Song Wan helped him think carefully about some of the important officials in the court, their temperaments, hobbies, and family anecdotes that were unknown to ordinary people.
She talked about the back house in even more detail, what the temperament of whose wife was like, and what kind of forces were hiding behind that house.
Shen Qianyu knew that this was asking him to find a new way to teach him where to eat those bones that seemed difficult to chew.
Shen Qianyu listened quietly, looking at each other and smiling from time to time.
The two chatted for a long time, and then gave a general outline of the anecdotes of the aristocratic family in Beijing. When the moon came over the branches, the two gradually fell silent.
"I'm afraid I won't be able to come to the girl's place again in the future."
Shen Qianyu looked at Song Wan and murmured, with unconscious nostalgia in his tone.
Song Wan's eyebrows arched: "I hope I can see you again when I enter the palace in the future."
Shen Qianyu's face was gloomy, but Song Wan also felt a little reluctant to leave after seeing this. She thought for a moment and said, "Father, wait a moment, I also have something to give you."
After entering the house, he picked up a small box and handed it to Shen Qianyu. Song Wan said, "I thought I would give it to my father-in-law in the winter, but now... my father-in-law, please keep it first."
"It contains hand-protecting ointment with some medicine added, which is good for frostbite and frostbite."
"This chilblain seems to be a minor problem, but it is said that it hurts and itches when it occurs, and it is also very uncomfortable in summer. I saw this prescription in an ancient book, but I don't know if it is effective."
When they first met, Song Wan was deeply impressed by the injuries on Ji Rong's hands and feet.
It was not that she had never seen rough eunuchs, eunuchs, and maids in the palace, but this was the first time she had seen someone as injured as Ji Rong, with such deep marks left behind.
Before returning to the Hou Mansion from the palace, she also asked the women in charge of washing in the Hou Mansion. Those people also had frostbite on their hands, but they were not as serious as him.
Later, she gave each of those women an extra fifty cents a month to buy hand cream, but I don't know if they have been cut off now.
Thinking of this, Song Wan added: "This injury needs to be nourished. If you really can't avoid cold water in winter, apply more of this ointment afterwards."
After she finished speaking, she was worried that Ji Rong would not have enough money every month, so she added: "If it is no more, my father-in-law can send someone here to get it."
Shen Qianyu held the box tightly, feeling his heart heat up.
He looked down at his hands, then at the white palms that seemed to have a little bit of sheen under the moonlight, and subconsciously pulled up his sleeves to cover the frostbite scars on the back of his hands.
Seeing his movements, Song Wan suddenly remembered Lin Jiayue's words that we are all human beings, so there is no distinction between high and low.
There was a moment of discomfort in her heart, she frowned slightly and her eyes looked confused.
Under the cold moonlight, Song Wan stood quietly on the steps and meditated. Shen Qianyu felt that the picture was like a picture scroll, with all the tenderness described in it.
Jiang Yan's words about how good she was, no one knew, suddenly came to mind.
It was only to this day and this moment that Shen Qianyu could understand what he meant.
Song Wan is very good, but Jiang Xingjian is not her lover.
"Miss Song..."
Song Wan raised his head, his eyebrows bright and gentle.
Her softness makes people lose their guard, and they can't help but want to express their feelings.
Shen Qianyu frowned and said with serious eyes: "Jiang Xingjian is not worth it, and neither is Chengyang Marquis Mansion."
Song Wan was a little surprised and opened his eyes slightly.
Shen Qianyu said: "The girl has a kind heart, is smart and gentle, and...even if she leaves the Chengyang Marquis Mansion, she will definitely have a good future."
He wanted to say that someone knew her well, someone had protected her in his heart for many years, cherished her, and was careful not to touch her lightly.
He wanted to say that there was someone who had given her true love and was so pious that even thinking of her was a kind of blasphemy.
He wanted to say that everyone was much better than Jiang Xingjian, but when the words came to his lips, he could only swallow them.
He could not and dare not tell the secret that Jiang Yan guarded with his life.
After thinking for a long time, Shen Qianyu slowly spoke: "Don't worry, young lady, I will let His Highness the Crown Prince take care of your worries this time when you return to the palace."
Song Wan was shaking his head when he interrupted him.
"Girls have to think about themselves occasionally. If you don't feel sorry for yourself, it will only make those who feel sorry for the girl even more sad."
Song Wan's thin lips opened slightly, with surprise in his eyes.
After thinking quietly, she nodded with a smile, her heart warming slightly.
Shen Qianyu carried the medicine box and walked out the door, but when he was halfway there, he couldn't help but look back.
Song Wan was still standing there with a slight smile, and when he turned around, the smile on his lips deepened.
Shen Qianyu said: "I wish the girl all the best in the future and find a good man."
Song Wan also smiled and said: "I wish my father-in-law a happy life and a bright future."
"I'd like to lend you your kind words."
After saying that, Shen Qianyu strode away.
After watching him leave, Song Wan held the fist-sized porcelain jar and opened it gently.
A strong floral fragrance floated inside, so fragrant that it woke people up for a moment.
She stretched out her hand and gently applied it on the lipstick, and saw a streak of blood red rouge staining her white fingertips.
She was stunned for a moment, then laughed.
Hengwu saw off the guests and left the door latch when he came back. He frowned when he saw the red to black marks on her fingers and said, "Where did Eunuch Ji Rong buy it? It's such a big jar and it's so deep red. Apply it on your lips." It feels like I just ate someone’s child.”
Song Wan smiled when he heard this: "The kindness of others is worth cherishing."
After saying that, he put the rouge neatly in his makeup box.
Over there, Shen Qianyu left Song Wan's house, looking at the door with a medicine box in his hand, slightly stunned.
After today, there will be no more "Jirong" like him in the world. Even if Song Wan enters the palace in the future, he will not be seen.
Speaking of which, today was actually the last time that the two of them had no need to shy away from each other and could get along comfortably as usual.
For some reason, Shen Qianyu was inexplicably impetuous and couldn't calm down.
After staying in front of the door for a long time, he calmly held the medicine box and disappeared into the night.
