In fact, Mrs. Fu's meal is still quite ordinary, two light side dishes plus a plate of oily rape and a bowl of clear soup. It looks very rustic. In comparison, Jun Zilin felt that she didn't change her food every day in the Jin Palace, and she had her favorite dessert every meal, so she couldn't even go to the palace.

The maid saw Jun Zilin standing quietly at the door, although she didn't see the rules of saluting, but she looked upright and respectful. She smiled on her face and took the initiative to greet her, accompanied by a pleasant voice, "It turns out that Miss Jun is here, please come in!" ”

Being ushered into the house, Old Madam Fu raised her face, looked at Jun Zilin kindly, and smiled.

Then the grandmother who had cloth vegetables personally sent another pair of dishes and chopsticks, and at the invitation of the old lady, Jun Zilin had breakfast here.

After eating, Jun Zilin felt that her stomach was not full at all, and there was really no freedom here when she was in the Jin Palace. There was only Mrs. Fu alone in the room, but there was no sound at all. Jun Zilin had to chew slowly, not daring to make a strange sound such as 'chirp'.

This meal was completely depressing. It's not as good as eating when there are a lot of people, at least everyone is talking, she can take the opportunity to 'grunt', and she can be rough when she swallows.

Anyway, in the previous life, it was common to rush to check the corpse and kill the murderer. Jun Zilin also had to swallow some hastily, these rules of cooking really haven't been studied in detail.

"Clean up for Miss Jun."

Under the orders of Mrs. Fu, she took a white handkerchief and turned around and entered the house.

Jun Zilin thought that she was going to do something, but she didn't wait for the result, but she saw that the two grandmothers and two young maids next to her had already led her into the next garden, where she saw that the fragrance petal bath that had been prepared and the rouge gouache beads and hostas were all in the women's boudoir, like eighteen weapons, and a table was set up with a dazzling array of eyes.

"Miss Jun, please!"

The maid respectfully and unequivocally ushered her into the screen, where a large tub of pink petal baths with smoke awaited.

Jun Zilin looked here, and then looked at the 'eighteen weapons' in the outhouse. Hurriedly asked, "This, are these all ...... for me?"

"This is prepared by the old lady Tete for Miss Jun, and today she is going to dress up well."

"Oh." Jun Zilin raised her eyebrows, and her apricot eyes filled with a touch of disappointment. It turned out that it was just 'using', not 'giving'.

I wanted to say that I had already bathed, but the waiter insisted, Jun Zilin had to avoid being embarrassed to soak it, who knew that such a bath was really like peeling the skin.

The water in the bucket rotated three times. Jun Zilin was soaked and swollen before she was allowed to come out.

As soon as he came out, he was pulled over to change his clothes and put on makeup.

The girl in the mirror has keen apricot eyes, only soaked for too long, her eyes are full of water vapor, delicate and beautiful, her snow-white little face is thin red, because of her young age, her skin also has her own gelatin, which is so tender that she can squeeze out water.

I wanted them not to exaggerate too much, but who knew that the four people who were waiting for the bath were all replaced, and a young woman with a combed bun entered, her eyebrows were like willows, and her lips were like Danzhu. This can't be a 'makeup artist', right? Jun Zilin couldn't help but think to herself, it seems that Old Madam Fu is really attentive to this banquet.

Thinking about it, Jun Zilin didn't say anything more, closed her eyes and let the woman apply makeup for herself.

These days, I want to come to Fu Xiangfu and experience a lot of ups and downs.

The tea house alone is enough for Fu Xiangye to drink a pot. And Zhang Shizi's insistence on retiring from the marriage and cutting off the marquis on the surface has nothing to do with the Prime Minister's Mansion. But in fact, what people out there don't have? Jun Zilin knows that some people also say that Fu Ayancui is a disaster, after all, he is a good son, and he will be the Duke of Dingguo in the future. Now Zhang Shizi has become a waste. Fu Ayacui is not a disaster, what is the water?

Jun Zilin knew that Fu Baixiu did not punish Fu Ayacui, but only grounded.

Now Mrs. Fu has led herself to the banquet of the Dingguo Mansion again, since Jun Zilin can't see the subtleties clearly, but she can also understand that she and the scumbag are about to be matched together again!

But what made her uneasy was that when she first came to this world, she came into contact with Zhang Scumbag's skin. It's disgusting, if you have to go for the rest of your days... She really wanted to become a nun. It's impossible to talk to Zhang Ruiyuan, but she has to let that scumbag know what she means. And not only that, but let everyone know.

Zhang Ruiyuan's divorce in the imperial study didn't play a role at all.

Jun Zilin frowned, she had to think of a way to make these people completely lose their minds!

"Miss, please don't frown, the slave is painting your thrush."

almost forgetting that there was a woman with makeup next to her, Jun Zilin hurriedly retracted her emotions and made herself 'expressionless'.

After a while, the makeup is set and the clothes are set.

Jun Zilin stood up and looked at herself in the mirror, only to see that her temperament was graceful, and her high-end atmosphere was high-end! At this moment, she is wearing a purple gauze skirt, her upper body slightly exposes her slender neck, and the makeup on her face is ...... He is truly a master of makeup. Looking at the palm-sized little face in the mirror, it was covered with a layer of snow powder and made a base makeup, the blush, the corners of the eyes and eyebrows were deliberately added with a pink rippling style, the thick eyebrows flew obliquely into the sideburns, and the apricot eyes were still sharp and crystalline.

Except for these eyes, she could barely see where she was.

Draw a thirteen-year-old girl so mature, and dress so old. Jun Zilin hooked her lips lightly, this time Mrs. Fu had good intentions!

After Jun Zilin came out, Old Madam Fu appeared almost at the same time.

I saw that the old lady was also deliberately dressed up today, her clothes were gorgeous and young, her makeup was carefully retouched, and her hair bun was not much white, but mostly dark. Jun Zilin had four sticks stuck in her head, which was exactly the number of two pairs of chopsticks. And Mrs. Fu's hairpin has two.

"Grandmother, you look twenty years younger!"

Under the fence, you must learn to shoot horses!

Jun Zilin saw the old lady staring at herself, with a reserved and shallow smile on her face, her tone was elegant and slightly sweet, and she seemed to be the real lady. But her heart has burst into tears, she doesn't know how long she can hold on without breaking the gong, she pays attention to vigorous and resolute, work efficiency, and rarely even wears high heels, at most one inner height. It's really aggrieved to let her pretend to be forced now.

Seeing that Mrs. Fu bowed her head appreciatively, she was satisfied from the bottom of her eyes to her heart!

Until she retracted her gaze, Jun Zilin secretly breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the sky speechlessly: Why does she miss her days in the Jin Wangfu so much now?

Later, the grandmother who guarded the hospital came to report it, and only saw a girl of seven or eight years old being brought in. Jun Zilin Dingqing looked at it, it was none other than Miss Five. How did she get here?

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