Chapter 1125: All for the face

Besides, several other people are only worse than her, especially Mo Fei, now his eyes are black, and his head is a little bit of worshipping Buddha from time to time.
Changqing squeezed his arm hard.
But Mo Fei still seems like that, can't you wake up?
He pinched harder again, and did not unscrew a piece of meat from Mo Fei's arm.
"Ah, what's the matter?"
Mo Fei sat up with a whirr, he was exhausted, and he didn't want to ask who screwed his meat. Now that meat is not important to sleep, he is too tired. Even if he has some money, he can’t be so. If it is exhausted, the silver cannot be brought down to the ground.
From that day's excitement of ten thousand taels of silver, Mo Fei couldn't laugh anymore.
In fact, even he didn't expect that Yu Rong ointment would be so popular. Could it be because of Shen Qingci's face?
Mo Fei carefully glanced at Shen Qingci again, even though she was exhausted, and she didn't apply fat powder, but how could that face be born like this, how to put it, it was simply confusing.
Obviously they are all children, but how come they are like young girls?
It may also be because of her face that everyone thinks that it is because of the use of Yurong ointment that her face has become so tender. Don’t you know, Shen Qingci Such a tender face may be related to the secret medicine in the palace, of course, even Mo Fei is not clear about it, and there is a secret medicine of Dongling.
It has the effect of Yurong Ointment, but there are other factors, so it is somewhat arbitrary to attribute these to Yurong Ointment.
But whether it is arbitrary or not, the effect of Yurong Ointment is indeed deified, and after others have used it, it has not bad results.
So this is a beautiful misunderstanding, and such a misunderstanding is obviously not a bad thing.
And the current Yurong ointment is already selling crazy, that is, they can't make it. If you look at what they are now, you know how difficult it is to make it?
They are also humans, and they have to eat and sleep. Even if they don’t eat or sleep, they can’t do much. Now they are all tired and paralyzed. A big man’s tired eye circles are black. How pitiful this is. , The meat is about to be screwed off, but people just don't wake up.
"My son, we can't do this."
Evergreen is also tired, both of his eyes are blue-gray, which is the reason why he has not slept for several days.
Bro Heng put his hand on Shen Qingci’s hair. In fact, in the past, even though Shen Qingci was tired and without image, he still cared about his identity, but now he throws away all the etiquette. Go aside.
Yurong ointment is good, and it also earned a lot of silver for the first-grade incense, a million taels a month, but if this continues, they will die.
"Mo Fei," Biao Hengsi put his finger on the table, and then tapped lightly.
"En?" Mo Fei hurriedly hit a Ji Ling, and the people also came to wake up.
"My son, I am here," Mo Fei wiped his face, and also wiped all the sleepiness aside.
"Your prescription, others might imitate?"
Bold Hengsi asked, but something that can be easily imitated, even if there is a brand of fragrant gold signature, it will not last long?
The scarcity is the most expensive thing, but it is not in quantity.
"My son, please rest assured."
Mo Fei rallied, "There are several secret medicines in this, which are passed down by my master. The slightest difference is a thousand miles away, and the efficacy of the medicine will be greatly reduced. Therefore, this Yurong ointment cannot be imitated by others. of."
"And..." He spoke again, and also pinched his thigh secretly.
This is to continue.
"The spices that Mrs. added to it are all the taste of Yipinxiang," And what is the taste of Yipinxiang, a kind of secluded and elegant.
"These things are all kneaded together, which is the real Yurong Ointment."
Shen Qingci opened her eyes, sat up, and propped up her face on the table. She did not expect that Yu Rong ointment would sell so well, and it would be so easy to sell, even her father likes her big boss. .
I love my own face. Can someone else replace this face?
Brandon still tapped the table with a finger.
"You can just prepare the medicines you mentioned. Let the guards in the mansion come, and find someone to come over as soon as possible to make Yurong Ointment. It must be solved."
If Yurong Ointment is sold, it is much better than spices. It must be that the spices are only liked by women, but Yurong Ointment, even men can be ruthless. The benefits of this Yurong Ointment can be seen.
"There are still some left."
Bro Heng also thought of something.
Shen Qingci tilted his head. Although he didn't speak, he understood what he meant, and he wanted to keep it for himself.
But, is this what he wants to use, but does he need it? His face will also remain unchanged for dozens, but no one has noticed it yet, and when he notices it, he has become an old monster.
And they also have thousands of reasons to make this matter clear.
The best excuse is not Yurong Ointment, because they use a lot and use it early, so they can keep their appearance unchanged.
As for whether others believe it or not, that is also a matter for others.
"The other three countries should be here soon."
Branding and worrying can tell, then it should be ten or nine. They might have come for Yurong's ointment. It must be enough to make people use crazy things, and no one will dislike it.
Those who are left are to be sent out.
As for them, the most tricky thing is to let the guards in the mansion take their place. The guards in the mansion are his confidantes. They should also make some money. They are all old bachelors, and they should save some private houses for themselves. If you have money, you can go home and marry a wife.
The sunny light outside was clear, and a carriage had drove directly into the door of the Weiguo Palace.
Shen Dingshan thought that the people from Shuo Palace were going to grab Guo'er and left, so he quickly thrust Guo'er into his son's arms, and showed me a little closer, because he was hiding from death and couldn't let them take him out.
"Father, the son knows."
Shen Wenhao was also like a big enemy. He hugged Guoer and disappeared. The father and son had obviously forgotten. Whose child was Guoer, they didn't say anything about stealing him back now. Also hide.
Shen Dingshan walked in with a sullen face, and his face was even longer than that of a horse. This man from Shuo Palace came to his granddaughter, and to his fruit is an enemy.
Only when the carriage was opened and Branding got down from the carriage and carried the three children, Shen Dingshan’s stretched face was longer than the horse’s face. With a scream, he immediately seemed to have changed his kindness. Zu, even the erect beards on his face are cute.