Ten Miles of Red Makeup: The Legend of Ming Yu

Chapter 223 Priceless
The news is really not well-informed, but I don't know if the news is really from the Dongning Hou Mansion, or if there is her eyeliner in Chen Xiangxuan.

Ming concubine didn't speak, just looked at Chu Mochen, it was about his cousin, and it was already a knot, but if she stood up and refused, the hatred was getting bigger and bigger, she didn't have to stand out, and the cousin would settle it.

If you want ointment to remove the scar, 8000 taels, no bargaining.

Ming concubine's attitude was very firm, Chu Mochen glanced at her, and said with a half-smile, "Third aunt is so well-informed, she should know that the ointment was bought by the wife of the Dongning Houfu for 1 taels."

The third wife was stunned for a moment, then said with a dry smile, "Then I've never heard of it."

The old lady said, "Appearance is very important to a girl, and Yan'er is your cousin, please help her."

Chu Mochen pursed his lips and said, "A bottle of ointment costs 8000 taels, and the money will be delivered. Within half a month, the ointment will be delivered to my cousin."

Mu Yan pulled the incense in her hand, "8000 taels, so expensive..."

"It's still expensive, it's already a price close to the people," Chu Mochen said in a low voice, "Isn't my cousin's face worth 8000 taels?"

Her face is priceless!

What is not worth 8000 taels is the bottle of medicine, which is affordable to the people, obviously a bandit price!

8000 taels is not a small amount, Mu Yan didn't dare to agree, and looked back at the old lady, Chu Mochen said, "Think it over, send someone to tell me."

After finishing speaking, he pushed the wheelchair and turned around, Ming concubine turned around, but didn't push him, Chu Mochen said in surprise, "What are you doing standing there, push me away."

Ming concubine looked depressed, and said cautiously, "Aren't I afraid of causing trouble again?"

What if another cousin rushed over and told her what to do, Chu Mochen smiled angrily, "You do your part, no one dares to blame you."

Ming concubine pushed Chu Mochen away with a look of reluctance.

After he left, the eldest wife sighed, "A bottle of medicine costs 8000 taels. How much is the consultation fee when Chen'er's leg is cured?"

The third wife picked up the teacup, fiddled with it lightly, and suddenly said, "Chen'er's legs can be healed by ecstasy, and need some quack doctor's treatment?"

Chongxi was just nonsense. If his broken leg had been cured by a doctor, the 20 taels would have been given away for nothing.

Thinking that the prince can take 20 taels for joy at will, I'm afraid he spent a lot of money to heal Chu Mochen's leg. Where did his money come from? I haven't heard that he is greedy for Mochen's salary...

Pushing Chu Mochen out of the Songhe Courtyard, and walking forward for a while, he saw the princess walking from a distance, and Princess Langhuan followed her closely.

The concubine came over and saw Chu Mochen, she had a gentle smile on her face, and concubine Ming greeted her well, called her mother and concubine, and greeted Princess Langhuan.

Princess Langhuan looked at Ming concubine apologetically, and said, "That day, I took a step ahead, but it almost caused you to have an accident."

Ming concubine shook her head, "This has nothing to do with the princess, besides I'm fine, the princess is here...?"

Princess Langhuan had a sore nose, and the princess said, "Langhuan will go to Foguang Temple with us."

Princess Langhuan went to Foguang Temple to light the ever-burning lantern for her deceased husband-in-law. No one would refuse her with her kindness.

Just like that, a group of people left the mansion. The carriage was already waiting at the gate of the palace.

Seeing the carriage, Xi'er asked in a low voice, "Concubine Shizi, do you really want to take the carriage to Foguang Temple?"

Ming concubine had an accident in a carriage at Foguang Temple. Although she climbed up from the bottom of the cliff, there were inevitably shadows. When going back to Foguang Temple, Su Shi asked Ming concubine to take a soft sedan chair.

In fact, for Ming Concubine, there were not so many worries, one cannot give up eating because of choking, besides, it was Wei Ming Concubine who almost had an accident in the carriage that day, not her.

"It's okay, I have the Eldest Son with me," Ming concubine said gently.

Chu Mochen said, "If you are afraid, you can change to a soft sedan."

Mingyu shook her head, "No need."

Taking a carriage is faster than a soft sedan, and the princess always takes a carriage. Isn't she wasting time by taking a soft sedan?
Seeing that they were not in the carriage, the princess looked over and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ming concubine shook her head and smiled. Under the sun, her clean eyes were clearer than the sky, "It's okay, concubine mother."

Ming concubine and Chu Mochen sat in a carriage, Princess Langhuan accompanied the concubine, behind the carriage were maids and servants, and behind them were guards, and there were hidden guards in the dark, Hao Hao Tangtang set off towards Foguang Temple.

Today's Lantern Festival, there are more pedestrians on the street during the day than usual, with skirts and sleeves, shoulder to shoulder, bustling, unprecedented grand occasion, I don't know how lively it is at night, with all the lights, fire trees and silver flowers.

The busier the street is, the more people there will be. When there are more people, the road will be difficult to walk. Zhennan Prince’s Mansion is much closer to Foguang Temple than Dingbeihou’s Mansion, but it takes more time than going from Dingbeihou’s Mansion to Foguang Temple Two quarters of an hour more.

There are also many more pilgrims who come to Foguang Temple to offer incense and pray for blessings than last time. The majestic bells echo melodiously among the green mountains and white clouds. Purify the mind.

After getting out of the carriage, Princess Langhuan helped the princess up the steps, followed by concubine Ming, standing on the steps, looking at the distant mountains, the majestic peaks, the clouds and mist, like a young woman dancing around the general who is returning in triumph, The skirt is elegant and the dance is graceful.

The concubine came to Foguang Temple to offer incense. Manager Chu sent someone to say hello two days ago. He was greeted by the presiding officer of Foguang Temple. He greeted the concubine, put his hands together and recited the Buddha's name, and said in a low voice, "Amitabha, the benefactor is here. It's not far away. welcome."

The princess smiled gently, followed the host into the Daxiong Hall, offered incense and prayed for blessings, and then donated incense money.

Princess Langhuan is a widow, and every day she would copy scriptures, a thick box, and hand it over to the abbot to put it in front of the Bodhisattva, praying for her husband and the child who died before she was born.

As soon as she was busy, Princess Langhuan pushed the princess out of the Daxiong Palace, and saw a luxuriously dressed lady walking over there, with an indifferent face and slightly red eyes, it was Princess Jin.

She was followed by a woman, dressed in cloud brocade, more plain, with a white jade hairpin on her head, she should be the concubine of Prince Jin.

Seeing the princess, Princess Jin came over and said, "Princess Zhennan is here to pray for the second young master who died under the sword of King Zhennan?"

Hearing this, Ming concubine took a second look at Princess Jin, and she was really not easy to get along with. As soon as she came up, she stabbed a knife in the chest of Princess Jin. , even more painful than her, Jin Wangfei can still hate the prince, on the bright side, even if the princess hates, she can only keep it in her heart.

There is a husband who has a heart for the world, great military exploits, and great power. The princess should have lived a life full of stars, but such prestige is built on the corpse of her own flesh and blood. The princess can't be happy, even her smile is bitter of.

Why do women make things difficult for women, if they have the ability to point at the prince's nose and scold him.

(End of this chapter)