Don't be a salted fish, the daily life of the concubine in the palace

Fugui narrowed his eyes slightly, with a dangerous light in his eyes. But Xiang'er didn't notice it at all, and left happily after making her complaint.

Fugui watched her leave, turned his head and instructed the eunuch behind him, sighing: "She speaks without thinking, and is full of nonsense. I think this master is crazy. If she is crazy, she is not allowed to leave the yard again."

The young eunuch bowed his head and said, "Sir, I understand. I will arrange it right away."

Fugui secretly shook his head in his heart. The princess brought these girls of humble origins into the palace as concubines and no longer cared about their lives.

The originally simple and kind girls were driven crazy by the oppressive palace, which was actually quite pitiful.

But who wouldn’t feel pitiful when living in the palace?

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The private room in the backyard of Qixiangzhai.

A thick beaded curtain separated Shen Wei from Mr. Yang Xuanji. Mr. Yang was in his seventies, with gray hair on his temples. He was thin but energetic, and looked very energetic.

He sat outside the beaded curtain and did not touch the tea on the table.

Mr. Yang wanted to buy the famous "Jade Face Makeup Powder" in Yanjing as a birthday gift for his wife, but his luck was really bad and he couldn't buy this popular magic makeup powder at all.

Several famous families in Yanjing noticed Mr. Yang's intention, so they spent a lot of money to buy "Jade Face Makeup Powder" and sent it to Yang Xuanji. However, as the old man was upright and hated powerful officials the most, he resolutely refused to accept bribes from these people.

His beloved wife's birthday is coming, but the birthday gift has not been prepared yet. In desperation, Mr. Yang has to find the shopkeeper Ye of Qixiangzhai, hoping to meet the owner behind the shop.

"I am well-read and have collected countless out-of-print ancient books." Mr. Yang said politely, "I am willing to exchange ten out-of-print ancient books for a box of Yuyan makeup powder."

Behind the beaded curtain, Shen Wei said calmly, "I am not good at writing, so it is useless to have an out-of-print ancient book."

Mr. Yang was quite surprised.

The boss behind Qixiangzhai is actually a young woman?

Mr. Yang frowned and said, "Then I wonder what this young friend wants me to give you in exchange?"

Yang Xuanji resigned from his post and lived in seclusion. Although the emperor gave him gold, he did not dare to spend it carelessly. He was getting older and knew that he had little time left and would definitely die before his wife. He had no children and wanted to leave all the money for his wife to take care of in her old age.

Shen Wei smiled and said, "I hope Dr. Yang can do me a favor. In the Confucian Temple in the suburbs of Yanjing, there is a student named [Shen Xiuming] who is preparing for the next spring exam. But he has no good teacher to guide him, and it is difficult for him to make progress. Dr. Yang is a learned scholar. If you can help me, I will give you makeup powder."

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Mr. Yang's face was filled with anger. He stood up and turned to leave: "You are actually plotting against me!"

Yang Xuanji was not stupid. After hearing what Shen Wei said, he immediately guessed that he had fallen into a trap. Qixiangzhai deliberately did not sell him makeup powder in order to invite him to come out and guide students in the Spring Examination.

Which official in Yanjing is planning this?

Shen Wei asked Shopkeeper Ye to stop Yang Xuanji.

Shen Wei said gently: "Dr. Yang, you misunderstood. I am not from a high family, and my parents' family is not the rich and powerful in Yanjing."

Mr. Yang was patient and stopped for a while.

Shen Wei continued, "The student from the Confucian Temple who asked you to teach, Shen Xiuming, was born in a humble family and his family has been farmers for generations. His mother has been very kind to me. I see that this boy is having a hard time with his studies and has no good teachers or friends to help him, so I want to help him."

Mr. Yang was skeptical.

But he finally returned to the house and sat at the table again. Mr. Yang said coldly: "Today, when I have time, I will go to the Confucian Temple to verify the truth of your words."

When Shen Wei heard his words, she knew that Yang Xuanji had been shaken a little.

Yang Xuanji was also born into a farming family. His family had been farmers for generations. His mother worked on the farm during the day and wove cloth at night to support his studies. Yang Xuanji lived up to his mother's expectations and passed the imperial examination. During his years as an official, Yang Xuanji helped many children from poor families of the same background.

"I have prepared a box of concealer, which is more effective than the Jade Face Makeup Powder. Show it to Dr. Yang." Shen Wei said softly.

Ye Qiu Shuang brought a woman with a scar on her face into the house.

The woman's face was burned, leaving an ugly centipede-like scar. Ye Qiu Shuang opened a palm-sized white porcelain bottle, dipped a small brush in the concealer inside, and slowly applied it to the burn on the woman's face.

After half an hour, Ye Qiu Shuang finished putting makeup on the woman.

Mr. Yang was stunned.

The ugly scars on the woman's face were completely covered up! The color of the concealer was close to her skin color, so it didn't look out of place.

This is a concealer specially made by Shen Wei. In fact, the material ratio is similar to that of Yuyan makeup powder, but mica powder and lanolin are added, so the concealer effect is better.

Shen Wei said, "If Dr. Yang is willing to teach Shen Xiuming for three months, my Qixiangzhai can provide your wife with concealer for life for free. Dr. Yang, your wife hasn't left the house for a few days, right?"

Mr. Yang was wavering.

His wife, Luo, loved to travel and sightsee before her face was burned. After she was burned and disfigured, she went out only a few times. When she occasionally went out to swim in the lake, she would always wear a veil.

Two years ago in the summer, Luo was in a good mood and took a boat trip to admire the lotus flowers. The lake breeze blew off her black veil, revealing the ugly burns on her face. The children on the boat next door were so scared that they kept shouting "The ghost lady is coming". Luo was shocked and burst into tears.

Mr. Yang saw it all and was worried. He hoped to help his wife regain her confidence.

Shen Wei said: "This box of concealer is for you. You can go to the Confucian Temple to check it out first. If you don't want to learn, I won't force you."

Ye Qiu Shuang handed over the exquisite small box containing concealer.

Mr. Yang hesitated for a moment and then accepted it for the time being.

Ye Qiu Shuang saw the old man out. In the room, Shen Wei slowly took a sip of osmanthus tea, and the faint fragrance of osmanthus spread in her mouth.

"Master, what should we do if Dr. Yang is still unwilling to teach Young Master Shen?" Madam Rong was still worried.

Shen Wei smiled and said, "Don't worry, he will definitely be Shen Xiuming's teacher."

The reason is very simple, because the Shen family is really poor and has no backing. When Yang Xuanji went to the Confucian Temple, he saw an old mother working hard and a student studying hard.

In other words, Shen Xiuming was the former Yang Xuanji. Seeing Shen Xiuming, who had the same experience as himself, Yang Xuanji would definitely teach him everything he knew.

She did everything she could for her brother.

If Shen Xiuming still fails the exam, Shen Wei can only give up on him temporarily and find another way out.

Shen Wei supported Madam Rong and slowly stood up. She was more than four months pregnant and her belly had begun to show, so Shen Wei walked extremely carefully.

Shen Wei glanced at the clear sky and said, "Let's go to Wangfeng Cloth Shop and buy two pieces of good cloth and some sheepskin."

Autumn has arrived, and it's time to make autumn clothes for King Yan and change him into a new pair of boots to show her omnipresent love.

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The wheels rolled over the muddy road, and the carriage swayed and sped towards the Confucian Temple in the suburbs of Beijing. Inside the carriage, Mr. Yang was holding a box of concealer in his hand, with a frown on his face.

The carriage stopped outside the Confucian Temple.

Yang Xuanji lifted the carriage curtain and told the round-faced servant, "Qinghe, go to the nearby area and ask the farmers about Shen Xiuming's situation. I will go to the Confucian Temple alone to meet this young man."