Perfumer of the Republic of China

The bloody level of the story made Liu Yanhuan get goosebumps all over in the room burning with silver charcoal.

After Jin Yan finished his confession, seeing Liu Yanhuan's thoughtful expression, he suddenly smiled and said: "The eldest young master is awake, this is the best news, my wife must be very happy to know, I will go report to my wife right now."

Liu Yanhuan cleared her throat: "Wait a minute, someone boils hot water, I'm very tired after lying down for a long time."

Jin Yan obediently agreed.

After the people retreated, Liu Yanhuan stood up and picked up the brass mirror on the table of the Eight Immortals.

The young man in the mirror has red lips and white teeth, bright eyes that are fond of gazing, his brows and eyes are somewhat similar to the modern Liu Yanhuan, but his temperament is completely different.

The haggard face that had just recovered from a serious illness could not stop the fact that the original body was pampered, and the person in the mirror looked like a young master who stretched out his clothes and opened his mouth for food.

Liu Yanhuan frowned, and suddenly heard hurried footsteps outside the door.

"Huan'er is awake, let mother see."

I haven't seen him, but I heard his voice first.The second aunt is wearing a purple-red jacket, and the brocade and satin face looks very luxurious.

Liu Yanhuan looked at Chen Guifang calmly, seeing that she was still in good condition despite her age.

Chen Guifang smiled lovingly at Liu Yan: "I heard from Jin Ni that Huan'er has been ill for a while and doesn't remember much about the past?"

Liu Yanhuan looked at Chen Guifang without saying a word, and finally nodded silently after a long while.

Chen Guifang sat down on the edge of the bed, stretched out her hand to embrace Liu Yanhuan into her arms, and howled immediately: "My poor son, it's all mother's fault, mother shouldn't have urged you to bring Yun Sheng home, I Seeing that the child is clever, and you fell in love with him again, you originally thought that he would come to the mansion to sing songs to cheer you up, but who would have thought..." Before he finished speaking, the crying started again.

Liu Yanhuan frowned indiscriminately. The incense Chen Guifang used was too overbearing, and the overly strong aroma made people dizzy.

"Yunsheng?" Liu Yanhuan, who was originally silent, finally reacted when she heard the name.

"That's right, Huan'er, among all the actors, don't you like his song "Bao Yu Crying Spirit" the most, because he can cry to your heart."

"Baoyu... a crying spirit?"

"That's right. Ask Zijuan, where is my sister's poem now? Like pieces of butterflies melted into the fire. Ask Zijuan, where is my sister's Yaoqin now? The strings are broken, so don't mention it..." Chen Guifang hummed softly sing.

Liu Yanhuan grabbed Chen Guifang's hand as if someone had hit Tianling Gai with a hammer: "Mother, where is Yunsheng now?"

"He." Chen Guifang rolled her eyes, and the corners of her lips curved slightly, "After you were sick in bed, he was kicked out of the house by the master. It's time to go back to the opera troupe."

Liu Yanhuan anxiously tugged on Chen Guifang's sleeve: "Which troupe?"

"Just the one you go to most often, the 'Peng Lai' troupe."

Liu Yanhuan heard the words and wanted to go outside to look for someone barefoot.

Chen Guifang hurriedly helped him: "Huan'er, slow down, the hot water has just been boiled, you should take a shower and change clothes before going to see that Yun Sheng."

Liu Yanhuan went crazy for a while, but she was finally persuaded.Hearing that Chen Guifang called someone to come in to serve her, she made a fuss again.

"Go out, all out, I will wash myself."

After everyone was waved back, Liu Yanhuan walked behind the screen, a face could not be seen clearly behind the steaming mist.

Outside the door, as soon as Chen Guifang went out, she saw Jin Ni standing at the base of the wall, her face couldn't hide her joy: "Master's slapping stick is so good that it makes people stupid."

Jin Yi thought about it carefully, and also felt that Liu Yanhuan's words were silly, and he was not in the same way as the unreasonable and unreasonable demon king in the past.

"Look carefully at me, if there is any movement on the young master's side, report it immediately."

The master and servant discussed for a while, but they didn't expect that Liu Yanhuan, who was in the room, was leaning against the wall of the wooden bathtub, and let out a long sigh of relief.

At this time, Liu Yanhuan still had a half-stupid expression on his face.

Liu Yanhuan finally managed to muddle through the whole journey, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately remembered the bergamot essential oil and cinnamon essential oil that he had prepared by himself, the aroma soothed the body and mind.

It's a pity that it's winter now, let alone such luxuries as essential oils, there are all dead branches and snowdrifts outside, and I'm afraid I can't even see half of the flowers.

"'Peng Lai' theater troupe..." He muttered softly, pouring hot water on his arms.

After washing, Liu Yanhuan picked out a moon-white gown, which made people feel bright when she put it on, and she looked like she was reborn.

Liu Mansion is a traditional Ming and Qing mansion. Liu Yanhuan walked through the corridors in circles. The moment he stood in front of the mansion gate and watched the melting snow dripping from the eaves, he felt a sense of rebirth.

He got into the old-fashioned rickshaw, gave instructions, and the driver trotted along Zhuque Street where the Liu Mansion was located.

After leaving Zhuque Street, Liu Yanhuan realized that the world outside was already colorful.The western-style buildings are brightly colored, completely different from the white walls and black tiles of Liufu.The young people walking around outside are also dressed differently from the people in Liu's residence.

No wonder the predecessor didn't like to stay in the mansion and always ran outside.Who doesn't love the freshness of this vast world.

Not long after, the rickshaw stopped in front of a two-story attic. When Liu Yanhuan got out of the car, he heard the sound of silk and bamboo coming from inside.

Opening the heavy cloth curtain and walking in, the waiter in the teahouse came out immediately: "Guests please come to tea, our Longjing here is soaked in snow water..."

"I'm looking for Yunsheng." Liu Yanhuan looked around and stuffed a small bag of copper coins into the waiter's hand.

The waiter weighed the bag in his hand, and immediately smiled: "Little eyesight, this is Young Master Liu, right? Yun Sheng has just finished singing and is resting in the background. Your side please..."

He led Liu Yanhuan, lifted the curtain of the backstage, and pointed inside.

Yun Sheng's back is very thin, and she still has a bit of a woman's grace. At this moment, while wiping the powder on his face, he spat: "That rascal, doesn't even look at his own appearance, but also Touch my hand with a shy face!"

Liu Yanhuan quietly walked behind Yunsheng without saying a word.Yun Sheng misunderstood and saw a handsome man in the mirror, she jumped up in shock, her scolding voice softened immediately: "Young Master Liu, you didn't make a sound when you came. "As he said, he gave the waiter a hard look.

Liu Yanhuan silently looked at Yunsheng in the mirror, and indeed she had a good look.In the eyes of the world, an ugly frown is just a frown, and a handsome frown is a shameless flower.Yun Sheng belongs to the latter, he is sweet enough and charming enough when he smiles, even if his nature is ruinous, he is still cute.

For example, at this moment, he suddenly softened his body, leaned into Liu Yanhuan's arms, and said softly: "Young master and nobleman forget things so much, I finally think of Yun Sheng."