Yuan Qingling thought for a while and felt that it couldn't be the shower gel, but she still asked Man'er to invite Grandma Xi over to ask.
Aunt Xi heard Yuan Qingling ask about the fragrant dew and said: "This fragrant dew is made by adding some honey locust rose petals and milk. There is nothing else. It is said that it cannot remove scars, but I heard that milk can whiten the skin.
Could it be because of the effect of milk?"
Yuan Qing Ling said: "Maybe it's the effect of milk."
But Yuan Qingling knew it couldn't be milk. Strictly speaking, taking a bath in milk may not whiten skin or remove freckles. Honey locust and rose petals also don't have this effect. Honey locust can only remove greasiness and be used as medicine, but it has an appropriate anti-inflammatory and heat-clearing effect.
Refining for external use means cleansing.
Yu Wenhao returned to Beijing at noon the next day. The horse race was supposed to be very fast, but the Taoist priest seemed to be too weak to ride a horse and had to ride in a carriage, which delayed the journey.
The most terrible thing is that Taoist priest Fangyuan fainted from the carriage. After getting off the carriage, he was vomiting to death. Xu Yi helped him go in to rest. It seemed that he would not be able to recover for a while.
When Yuan Qingling heard what Yu Wenhao said, she couldn't help but said: "This is too much trouble for the old man. It's very pitiful."
"He is not old, he looks younger than his father." Yu Wenhao took off his outer clothes and turned around.
"No way? That Yuxu looks to be dozens of years older. Yuxu's great uncle is two generations apart." Yuan Qingling was shocked.
Yu Wenhao pinched his chin and said thoughtfully: "So I don't know if a fake product was shipped back."
"If it's a fake, then find an older person to dress it up."
"That's true!" Yu Wenhao shrugged, "Whether it's true or not, you'll know later if you ask. There are some things he can deceive me, but he can't deceive you."
Yuan Qingling took a towel to wipe his face and poured him a glass of water, "Are you exhausted?"
"What's so tiring? When I was in Maocheng, I didn't sleep for three days and three nights." Yu Wenhao threw away the towel and helped her sit down, then put his ear on his belly, "Is the fat girl making a fuss?
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"No trouble," Yuan Qingling stroked his cheek and lowered her eyes, "Have you seen the red leaves?"
Yu Wenhao raised his head, his eyes filled with anger, "See, he is a bitch, and he actually said he wanted to rob you in front of me."
Yuan Qing Ling was slightly startled, "He really said that?"
Yu Wenhao sat up and said coldly: "Yes, how arrogant!"
Yuan Qingling felt strange, "Why do you think Hongye said this? Even if he really thinks so, why would he say it? Demonstration? Declaration of war? Deliberately irritating you? The things he planned are so thorough, it can be seen that
He is extremely tolerant and patient. If his target was really me, he would not say this to you."
Yu Wenhao's eyes were deeply locked, "On the way back, I was also thinking about this question. If he is determined to win you, then with his style, there is no need to say these words to me. He just takes action directly. Why should he keep talking? It's not like him doing things.
His style seems to really irritate me, but what is the purpose of irritating me? To force me to kill him? To push him into the lake? Or is it just because he is unhappy with me and wants to make me feel uncomfortable?"
Yuan Qingling can't figure out such a person. The scary thing about a person is that he is clearly standing in front of you, but you can't figure out an inch of his thoughts.