Ye Youlan's daily life of traveling through time

The sunlight shines through the window onto the prince's body. His handsome facial features are like sculptures, and his slender fingers have distinct joints. Truly, every part of him is a work of art.

Ye Youlan thought that she must learn to paint well, and after she learned it, she would record every moment of the prince.

"Have you seen enough?" The prince's voice was low and charming. Ye Youlan walked over with a smile, lifted her legs and sat on his legs, and put her arms around his neck: "I haven't seen enough, and I haven't kissed enough." As she said that, she kissed him. This mouth was so kissable, like a magnet.

The prince dropped what he was holding, put one hand around her waist, and restlessly untied her belt with the other.

Ye Youlan stopped, a blush on her beautiful face: "Your Highness, this is the study."

The Seventh Prince said vaguely: "Actually, I have always wanted you here."

Ye Youlan suddenly felt that this line was so familiar. Many men in fictional novels seemed to have said it. It seemed that all men were the same.

Just as she was distracted, Ye Youlan felt her body go cold. She was stripped naked, her shoulders exposed. The man's eyes were bloodshot, and his lips slid from her face to her neck, and kept sliding down. It was over, she was going to be eaten dry again today.

The five golden flowers of the capital gathered again, this time at the house next to Prime Minister Ye Youlan's residence. The Seventh Prince had learned his lesson and invited those men as well.

So the women drank tea and chatted, while the men drank tea, chatted and played chess in another yard.

The women were talking about the marriage of Miaoyu and Xiaoling. Qin Yurou had not expected that Chen Su, whom she had always looked down upon, turned out to be the prince of Yong'an. She had to sigh that Chen Xiaoling was so lucky.

When she came today, she did not bring Li Zong with her. She felt that Li Zong was a little embarrassing when he was with other men, and her inferiority complex was at work again.

Everyone was happy for Chen Xiaoling and Miaoyu. Miaoyu laughed, "Your wedding date is two days earlier than mine. My father was so angry that he came back and said he wanted to change the date. He and your father have been competing for so many years, even when marrying off their daughters."

Chen Xiaoling smiled: "My father inspected Chen Su and asked him to draw a portrait of me on the spot."

"What does your father mean?"

"My father said that through the paintings, you can see whether he really likes me. If it is painted with love, you can feel it."

"Bring the painting to us and show it to us."

Chen Xiaoling was proud: "I won't show it to you. I'm afraid you'll be jealous. I want to keep it for you to enjoy slowly."

Ye Youlan smiled and said, "I've been learning painting from my prince recently. When I'm good at it, I'll draw a picture for each of you."

Everyone said together: "No."

Qin Yurou asked Miaoyu and Xiaoling how their preparations were going and if they needed help.

Miaoyu smiled and said, "No need. Zhang Liang's family has prepared everything. My mother is in charge of my family. I just need to get married."

Chen Xiaoling said, "Me too. Chen Su said he would give me the best treatment. I don't care about treatment or not. It's all empty talk. I just want him to treat me well."

Qin Yurou looked lonely. The weddings of the other girls were all arranged by others, but she was the only one who was short of money and had to do it herself.

Ye Youlan patted Qin Yurou: "Yurou is the most capable. She can do everything well. She is worthy of being the daughter of Minister Qin. However, the country is peaceful now. If there is an enemy invasion, Yurou can definitely go to the battlefield to charge and kill the enemy. It is a bit unfair to your talent to be confined to the house now."

Everyone agreed and that was it.

Ruoyun smiled and said, "I really miss the last time we went to the hunting ground together. Yurou, you must not miss me next time."

Miaoyu smiled and told Yurou: "Last time when we went to the hunting ground, Chen Su kissed Xiaoling's mouth so hard that it was swollen."

Xiaoling came over and covered Miaoyu's mouth: "Better than you, you don't even dare to hold my hand."

Miaoyu blushed: "Let's do these things after we get married."

Ye Youlan shook her head and taught her as someone who had experienced it: "It's different. Before marriage, it's more exciting. After marriage, it's taken for granted. The feeling is different."

Miaoyu laughed: "You and the prince were sworn enemies before you got married. You haven't tried it, so how do you know if it's the same or not?"

Ye Youlan pointed at the remaining three: "Ruoyun, Yurou, Xiaoling, ask them if they feel differently?"

Chen Xiaoling smiled: "I'm not married yet, so I can't compare. Ask Ruoyun and Yurou."

Ruoyun was shy: "It's different. Before the wedding, we were secretive. I was looking forward to it but also afraid of being seen. After the wedding, I didn't have that feeling of being hugged by a deer anymore."

Yu Rou saw several people staring at her, and her face became hot: "I don't have anything to say. We only held hands before we got married."

Chen Xiaoling asked, "How does it feel to be married?"

Yu Rou's cheeks flushed red. Thinking of Li Zong's demands that night, she said shyly, "It's okay!"

Chen Xiaoling wanted to continue asking, but Ye Youlan interrupted her: "Be patient, you will know in your wedding night."

Everyone laughs.

Ye Youlan thought about the old man from the Chen family and the old man from the Li family competing with each other. She reminded Miaoyu and Chen Xiaoling: "If they still compare, let them work hard on their own. Whoever gives birth to another child will be the ultimate winner."

Chen Xiaoling laughed: "I don't think my father can do it."

Qin Yurou laughed: "How can you say that about your own father? Li Zong's father is about the same age as your father, and didn't his concubine still get pregnant?"

Ye Youlan smiled: "This is normal. A man can be a father at the age of eighty."

Ruoyun said: "So you knew it, I thought you didn't know!"

Qin Yurou smiled: "This matter has been reported in the tabloids in Beijing. It can't be concealed."

When Ye Youlan heard about the Beijing tabloid, she immediately became interested and asked where to buy the Beijing tabloid and how to print the tabloid?

Xiaoling asked: "Why are you asking about this?"

Ye Youlan smiled, "We can also publish a tabloid specifically for the ladies of the capital. We can introduce beauty and skin care knowledge, as well as good restaurants and interesting attractions in the capital, as well as new jewelry and store discount information."

"Good idea? But how do you do it?"

"Xiaoling will be responsible for collecting information, Yurou will be responsible for organizing it, Miaoyu will be responsible for writing it because she has good writing skills, Ruoyun's family has many shops, so she will be responsible for printing, and I will be responsible for sales. I have already thought of a name for the tabloid: 'Jinghua Women's Evening News'. It will be published every five days. Please raise your hand if you are interested in investing."

Everyone raised their hands, and Yu Rou asked how much the investment was.

"Everyone put in twenty taels first. We won't feel bad if we lose."

"You haven't even opened your business yet, and you're already thinking about losing money. That's unlucky. Say goodbye now," Ruoyun reminded.

Ye Youlan quickly did as she was told. "You can also ask the maids and servants in the mansion to help collect information. Yurou will compile information around a theme for each issue and give it to Miaoyu. Ruoyun will then review it and print it. Finally, I will arrange the sale. I just don't know how much this tabloid will sell for?"

"The capital's tabloids cost five cents a copy, so let's sell them for five cents too!"

Ye Youlan counted on her fingers and said, "Five wen per copy, so a thousand copies only cost five thousand wen. That's not going to make much money. No, our women's evening newspaper needs to go the high-end route, so five hundred wen per copy."

"Are you crazy? You're selling a piece of paper for five hundred coins. Do you have no concept of money?"