The Prodigal Son of the Empire

"Miss Zhang misunderstood, he does have his own business to attend to." Lin Yuyan said with a smile.

Zhang Xianxian said disdainfully: "My own business? He is a rich young master and a lord, what can he do?"

"Miss Zhang, you are wrong about this. It is because he is the lord that he has to do a lot of things. He is responsible for the overall development of Xinfeng County."

Lin Yuyan paused and said again: "Miss Zhang won't be like the outside world, thinking that he is a prodigal son, right?"

Zhang Xianxian froze for a moment. From what she knew, Wang Kang was certainly not a prodigal son.

"Then what did he do?"

This is what she wants to know. I'm afraid Wang Kang is planning something again.

"I don't know about that either." Lin Yuyan smiled and said, "However, he said that there will be a result today and he will surprise us."

"We? What do you mean?"

"Wang Kang said that those who meet have a share. You have been here for so many days, and he prepared a small gift for you."

"Then I'll just wait and see!" Zhang Xianxian snorted coldly, went back to the house angrily, and went to catch up on sleep.

Does Wang Kang really have no feelings for Zhang Xianxian?

Of course not, he is not Liu Xiahui, let alone a monk with pure six roots.

When Zhang Xianxian came to Xinfeng County, it seemed like there was a clothing exhibition, with a set of clothes every day, and they were all extremely bold clothes.

Coupled with her flirtatious temperament, it is simply the ultimate temptation, okay?

Wang Kang's extended homework time with Xiaotao every night can explain everything.

But the more this is the case, the less Wang Kang dares to provoke him, and he might be caught at some point.

There is a knife on the head of the color word.

Especially the witch Zhang Xianxian, who is like a rose with thorns.

It just happened that he was going to invent these few days, but fortunately he avoided her, and he was completely out of sight.

After several days of hard work, it finally paid off.

The first thing to be made is soap, which is divided into two grades, one is ordinary and the other is high-end.

Ordinary is just the easiest way.

For the high-end, sulfur, essential oils and other additives are added to it, with various colors and great effects.

Moreover, there are poems engraved on it, and it is packaged in an exquisite box. I believe it must have a huge impact on people.

In addition, the cream and lipstick made by him are also made...

After another busy day, the entire matching process has been determined, and the rest is to organize mass production, which will be handed over to the old Taoist priest.

But Wang Kang went back with three boxes, which contained the latest products. This was a gift he wanted to give to his daughters.

As for Zhang Xianxian, those who see him have a share, and it is not appropriate not to give it.

Back at the county government office and into the small courtyard, the girls were sitting in the gazebo in the courtyard chatting.

It's June and the weather is getting hotter.

Seeing Wang Kang walk in with a few wooden boxes in his hands, Lin Yuyan stood up and said with a smile, "Is this the surprise for us?"

"Yes!" Wang Kang walked over with a smile.

Li Qingman's eyes were also filled with anticipation, and she felt the deepest about this. Since Wang Kang said it was a surprise, it must be.

This is the makeup and cheongsam I prepared for her when she was running for the oiran.

As for Zhang Xianxian, she had disdain in her beautiful eyes, and she still had prejudices against Wang Kang.

And he is not optimistic about his gift, she is the daughter of Xuan Ping Hou, what kind of rare treasures have you never seen before, are you still surprised?

Wang Kang ignored Zhang Xianxian's thoughts and put down the three wooden boxes.

The box was obviously carefully crafted, with exquisite patterns engraved on it. The box is not big, about the size of the palms of two adults.

Put it on and smell it carefully, there is a faint aroma.

Lin Yuyan was pleasantly surprised: "Hey, is there our name?"

Each person's name is engraved on the lower right corner of the wooden box.

"Clouds think about clothes and flowers, and the spring breeze blows on the threshold of Revlon."

Lin Yuyan was reading a line of small characters on the wooden box, this...she raised her beautiful eyes to look at Wang Kang, this poem left a deep impression on her, it was exactly what Wang Kang did when they met for the first time.

It's just that I didn't expect that Wang Kang would write here.

"I also have it,"

At this time, Li Qingman read: "Furong is not as good as beauty makeup, and the wind from the water palace brings the fragrance of pearls and emeralds."

"Blooming hibiscus flowers can't compare to the beauty's delicate makeup. When the breeze hits, the palace by the water wafts the fragrance of the beauties full of pearls and emeralds!"

Lin Yuyan explained her appreciation softly, and said with a smile: "Qing Man, your sentence is also very good!"

Li Qingman was very satisfied, and looked at Wang Kang with beautiful eyes.

"Is there any poetry on Miss Zhang's wooden box?" Lin Yuyan asked.

Zhang Xianxian was a little unnatural. In fact, she had already looked at it carefully just now.

"Let's take a look," Lin Yuyan snatched the wooden box while he wasn't paying attention, and said, "Look back and smile at Bai Meisheng, Liugong Fendai has no color."

After reading this sentence, the women were stunned for a while.

The literal meaning of this poem is easy to understand. When I turn around and smile, a thousand kinds of amorous feelings and her beauty are all reflected in the smile. Under this, all the concubines and women in the palace are dimmed...

After a while, Lin Yuyan said: "The poems are more suitable for the occasion, and the beauty of Miss Zhang is vividly and delicately expressed. It is really a masterpiece!"

Li Qingman glanced at Wang Kang meaningfully, and said with a smile: "Master Kang, you really have great talent!"

"What do you mean? Could it be that he... did all of this?" Zhang Xianxian caught the voice.

"What does Miss Zhang think?"

Lin Yuyan smiled and said, "At that time Qingman was running for the oiran, and he wrote ten poems in a row. Ms. Zhang must have heard of it!"