Chapter 1122

So they all need to save. A small box can be used for more than a month. When she used it yesterday, she still had most of the boxes, but now there are only a small half.

Is it not that she remembers wrongly that what she left yesterday is only half a box.

She put the box down again and didn't take it to heart. However, when she used Yurong ointment again the next day, she found out that how could she have so much less Yurong ointment?

She tightened her eyebrows and wondered if someone had stolen her jade face cream, but what's wrong with stealing such dirty hands and feet? She stole her jade face cream. If she said it, she would give it to her. But if you take it without asking, you will steal it.

There is such a thief in the house.

Also let Jun Princess directly to gas, but also can't catch that thief.

She was not only angry, or even a belly full of gas, she did not believe that the thief can grow wings can not run.

If she can't catch this day, she will catch two days. If she can't catch two days, she will go to catch five days.

On this day, Jun Wang Ye returned to his bedroom in a high spirit. He did nothing. He took a mirror and looked at his face for a long time. After trimming his beard and dyeing his hair, he was more than ten years younger. All his colleagues in the imperial court said the same thing. He could not help but feel his own face.

In the past, he hated little white face most, but now he feels that he can be called old white face. That's his ability. At such an age, not only people are old, but also their hearts are fragile?

And can keep a piece of original intention, how few?

Now, he not only feels that his people have changed, but also his heart is young and fresh. It seems that his time is rising, and he has a cavity of blood.

Now the blood is boiling on him again, the more he feels that he is a little younger.

Taking advantage of no one else, he took out Princess Shuo's Yurong cream from the table, and then dug a large piece of it and put it on his old face. It was strange to say that after a wipe, his face, like an old tree and skin, instantly felt more water and less wrinkles, and even his face became smoother.

It's no wonder that Shen Dingshan can live so young. I'm afraid he has to put a big box on his face all day, and half a box on his beard.

No wonder they are more tender than others.

And he was right. Shen Dingshan was a big old man and a general. He didn't care where he was smearing it? It's not about wiping his face. His beard is not growing on his face, but growing in other places. Therefore, he grabs a handful and wipes it on his face. It's OK to wipe it anyway, and his beard is the brightest.

These days down, the beard is growing better.

Jun Wang Ye is naturally very fond of his own beard. If he has a beard, he is a beautiful bearded Lord. If he has no beard or his beard is not good-looking, he is a bad old man.

How can he be a bad old man because he is a handsome king and a pillar of the country?

He dug some more out of it, wiped his beard well, and then smoothed it. He never thought about how much more there was in the box. He not only had to wipe his face, but also to wipe his beard. Poor Princess Jun, he was reluctant to use it, but in the end, it was Jun Wang who did harm to his beard.

How big is the face? It really can't be used much? But Jun Wang Ye is jealous of Shen Dingshan, who has a big black and hard beard. He is just like Zhang Fei. No one dares to make a mistake when he stares at him. However, he doesn't grow up like that. So he makes a beard of Guan Er ye, which is elegant and scholarly.

But only if the beard can be well bred.

After finishing this, he straightened his clothes, and then walked out with a swagger.

But he didn't know that in the room, a woman covered her mouth with one hand and a vase in the other hand. Obviously, she was stunned and had not recovered for half a day.

The princess asked them to catch the thief. They got it.

"What do you say?"

Jun Princess widened her eyes. "Do you think that thief is a prince?"

"Yes, yes."

Mother Guan wiped her forehead, and now there is still a cold sweat on her head. She almost didn't put the vase, but it was very much on the head of the king. Fortunately, she recognized the Lord. Otherwise, the king's head would have to be opened by her.

Even if she died at that time, she would not be able to pay for the king's crime of opening the ladle.

And to this point, tube mother is also very tight scalp.

"He is..."

Jun princess is simply some cry and laugh, "how old, old, to still stink up?"

"Don't they all say that they are old-fashioned?"

Although my mother doesn't dare to laugh, I should pay more attention to her when she is old, just like her husband. When she was young, she was always untidy, but now she is more and more particular. She has to dress herself like a dog every day.Maybe this is the case with Jun Wang Ye. When he was young, he was more knowledgeable, when he was middle-aged, he was his son. Now, no one can compare him with Jun Wang Ye and his ten grandchildren. Who can compare with him? And everything is the top one. At present, the only thing that can be compared is face.

"It's no wonder that you use this Yurong ointment so quickly?"

when mother Guan talked about it, she also covered her mouth. She couldn't help laughing. "The Lord not only smears his face, but also his beard. How can you use it unhappily?"

"Forget it," Princess Jun also wanted to laugh, but she didn't dare to laugh. "It's hard for the prince to care about anything. Don't make a noise about it. If you don't have anything, just prepare a few more boxes."

"Yes."

Mother Guan promised that, depending on their relationship with the Shuo palace, it was not difficult and rare for them to have more boxes. The LORD was so happy that everything was left to him.

Princess Jun adjusted her sleeve and sat down. She couldn't help thinking of the popularity of Yurong paste in the capital.

"That child is really a capable child. How can everything be loved and hated by her?"

And this sentence, love and hate, is absolutely all the people in the capital want to say.

Why don't you make more spices so that they can't ask for them? Even if they spend a lot of money, they can't buy them.

Even the old men are very fond of them, let alone the women who love beauty.

Maybe she said so, and everyone thought so, but they didn't understand how difficult the so-called production process would be for Shen Qingci?

For example, now, she props up her face on the table, her eyes are also very tired, and then she does not care about her identity directly. She is lying on her legs, which she is really tired.

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