Chapter 257 Changsun Wuji returns home

The house of the Changsun family’s cousin’s young master is so fragrant that it can no longer be described as a scent, but it has to be described as a pungent fragrance!

Wang Ping'an was almost fumigated. After taking a step back, he took another step. He shook his head and said, "How can he smoke the house so fragrant? This is not a good thing. No wonder he gets sick!"

The maid looked intoxicated and enjoyed the fragrance coming out of the room. She said, "Isn't it better to have too much fragrance? I heard from the young master that fragrant powder is the essence of the stamens. If you absorb too much, it will not only make you feel comfortable, but also make your skin delicate and smooth."

After a pause, she said again: "The fragrance powder made by Master Came is very good, which is a little better than the fragrance powder in the best powder shop in the city. He often gives us the fragrance powder!"

Wang Ping'an frowned and said, "Even if you suck too much, it may not be a good thing. Things will turn out to be extreme, too much is worse than too much!"

He took out his handkerchief and covered his mouth and nose, and then entered the room. As soon as he entered the room, he couldn't help but be stunned and saw that the decorations inside the room were very strange, not like a man's bedroom, but like a woman's boudoir!

The curtains are goose yellow with ears, while the tablecloths are covered with pink, with countless small wild flowers embroidered on them, and the curtains on the bed are even more exaggerated, with bright red silk, with peonies and various butterflies on them, with extremely bright colors!

Wang Ping'an shook his head and thought to himself: "No wonder Mrs. Changsun doesn't like him. Looking at the decorations in this room, why is it so similar to Dongfang Bubai's residence? Where is Yang Lianting?"

The maid walked to the bed and gently opened the curtain, revealing the young master who was lying inside. As soon as the curtain was opened, Wang Ping'an frowned even tighter. Although he covered his nose, he could feel the fragrance on the bed became stronger.

Looking at the bed, I saw a young man about twenty-three or four years old, lying flat on the bed with his eyes closed, wearing a light green silk pajama. The pajamas were embroidered with bright peach blossoms. The pink peach blossoms and light green background made the pajamas very bright and eye-catching. The lower half of the young man was covered with a thin quilt, and the quilt was also embroidered with patterns.

The maid gently spread the thin quilt, revealing the pattern on the quilt. She saw that the embroidered one was a big peach tree with colorful fallen flowers. Under the tree was a young man holding a woman in his arms. However, the appearance of the man and the woman looked a little weird, but she couldn't tell what was weird!

Wang Ping'an and the maid arrived, but the young man did not open his eyes. The expression on his face was a little painful, his face was pale, and he looked extremely scary. No wonder the servant said he was not good enough!

The maid pointed to the pattern on the quilt and said, "Since Young Master Chou watched the song and dance drama about Lord Wang in Yanlefang, he came back and bought this pajamas and a quilt!"

Wang Ping'an said with a whisper, and looked at the pattern on the quilt carefully. He didn't know it. He was shocked when he saw it! He looked at the embroidered image of the woman on the quilt, and then looked at the closed-eyed Master Coffin. No wonder he felt strange just now. It turned out to be the image of the young master Coffin dressing up as a woman!

He opened his mouth and said, "Why did he buy this quilt after watching the singing and dancing? But, what are you thinking?"

The maid said, "Young Master Chou plays the peach blossom demon. He has played it very well. He even danced secretly in the room. Let's see, just because he is hiding it from the master and his wife!"

Now Wang Ping'an's face is as ugly as it is. It is impossible to describe it. He is not very clear whether he can attract women's likes, but now he has attracted men's likes, which makes him... feel so suppose!

I just thought that this young master had the potential of Dongfang Bubai. I didn’t expect that in a blink of an eye, I became Yang Lianting!

He pointed to the man holding "Young Master Cousin" in his arms, and asked with a tremolo in his tone, "Who is this man?"

The maid said, "Oh, Lord Wang asked her, she is a singer in Yanlefang. Although she is a woman, she is quite heroic. She is very telling about Master Biao. Master Biao said that he wants to make more money and then redeem her, and they will become husband and wife!"

She lowered her voice and whispered: "Madam is very unhappy with this matter. Because of this matter, she often scolds the young master!"

This breath finally came to a relief. Wang Ping'an finally got a breath, and the sweat on his forehead was flowing down! Fortunately, he was not the Yang Lianting!

A man who likes to be a woman and a woman who has the potential to be a man... is a perfect match!

Wang Ping'an nodded and said, "I wish all lovers in the world will finally get married. I wish them that... that must be happy!" I really couldn't think of other words, so I could only say this.

No matter how unique other people's preferences are, he never talks about them and always treats them with respect. He doesn't want to say anything more, pulling the wrist of the watch master and taking a pulse. After the call, he shook his head, pinched the watch master's mouth and looked at the lower tongue coating!

After the examination, he said, "There is no serious illness, it's just that his face is so pale. Why? Didn't the mansion ask him for a doctor?"

The maid looked a little sad and shook her head, "I have been to see her family doctor and said it doesn't matter much, so the lady is not in a hurry. The lady doesn't like the young master, but her relatives..." Suddenly, she thought that she shouldn't be talking about the mistress behind her back. Who knew whether this Lord Wang was strict or not. If she said a few words in front of her, wouldn't she be in trouble!

She swallowed the following words and asked, "Sir Wang, look at what medicine should Master Cousin take? Let's prepare it for him."

Wang Ping'an smiled. It seemed that the young master of the cousin was quite popular among the servants, and the maids regarded him as a "sister". He said, "From the superficial symptoms, his illness is because..." He pointed to a circle of the house and then said, "It is because the fragrance in this house is too strong. If you want him to recover, you must make him happy, for example, you often meet with that very heroic singer. Second, you have to use folk remedies!"

He didn't want to stay in this strong and pungent house for too long. Since he had recovered from the illness, there was no need to keep it. He turned around and left the room. The maid covered the quilt with Master Chou and came out.

Wang Ping'an ignored the maid and followed the same path and strode back to the back hall. At this time, the back hall had been cleaned up, and the incense and candles and the witches and talismans were gone.

As soon as he entered the back hall, he saw that there had been food in the hall. Mrs. Changsun sat behind the table. When she saw him coming back, she waved and said, "Ping An, come quickly and have dinner with me!"

Wang Ping'an hurried forward and smiled, "Madam is so polite. What kind of virtue does Ping'an have? I'm waiting!" He didn't even bother and sat down directly at the lower seat.

Mrs. Changsun asked, "How is that nephew?" Although she cursed fiercely, she still cares about her parents' children. This is the same as those adults who are disappointed, but she shows her preferences, which makes her so upset that she is not tolerated by this era.

Wang Ping'an smiled bitterly on his face, and he said, "I'm not hiding it from my wife, Young Master Chou is actually not seriously ill. If you want to cure it, first, you must be in a good mood. You can't always scold him. He is always scolded and depressed, so external evil will naturally enter the body. Second, when it comes to taking medicine, there is really no good medicine to take. Most of his illness comes from the smell in the room, and the fragrance is too strong. This is also a kind of external evil. After entering the brain, it causes him to feel unconscious. When it is too long, his body gradually becomes weak."

Mrs. Changsun snorted and said, "How can it be cured? I won't mention this yet. Ping An, although you are young, you are a very capable person. Even my master does not have the ability or nature of yours at your age. Think of a way to teach my old nephew a lesson so that he will never dare to make a smell of powder on his body in the future and make others laugh!"

Wang Ping'an frowned and thought to himself: "Give him a lesson, this is difficult to deal with. Look at the appearance of the young master, he is a person who loves to clean and likes to play with rouge and water. In modern times, maybe he can be a master of spices, the kind that is famous all over the world, but in the Tang Dynasty, he has this identity..."

After thinking for a while, he slapped his thigh and said, "There is only this method, but this method is too disgusting. When eating, it is better not to talk about it. Wait until you finish eating, will it be done?"

When Mrs. Changsun heard this, she said happily: "A nausea? OK, a nausea solution to cure nausea. Tell me quickly. If you don't tell me, I can't even eat this meal!"

Wang Ping'an scratched the back of his head and thought to himself: "This is what you told me. I feel disgusting to you, don't blame me!" He said: "The fragrance is too strong and you need to collect it. This needs to be used...use..."

Mrs. Changsun said anxiously: "What are you using?"

Wang Ping'an said embarrassedly: "When using aged urine, the more smelly it is, the better!"

"Do you want him to drink urine? There won't be anything wrong with drinking, right? Just teach him a lesson, and you don't have to take his life seriously!" Mrs. Changsun's face looked ugly, so there was no need to be so cruel. She just cursed her harshly, but Wang Ping'an was even more cruel and was going to kill her nephew!

Wang Ping'an hurriedly said, "It's not that he can drink it, but that he can smell it, and hear...he hears...the sound of aging urine. The smell of old urine is the strongest, which can quickly calm the fragrance and make Young Master Bei wake up. And when he wants to smoke the house again, he will think of...the sound of the sound, and then think of something even more disgusting. Over time, his interest in fiddling with rouge and water powder will fade!"

Mrs. Changsun was overjoyed and said with a smile: "So that's the case. That's great. Maybe he will be a good person after he recovers from his illness. Our Changsun family does not lack his future. As long as he is willing to settle down, everything will be easy. Let's talk about it. How to do it specifically?"

Wang Ping'an glanced at the food on the table and sighed in his heart, "Madam, you don't care, but after I finished speaking, I couldn't eat anything myself!"

He pointed to the soup basin on the table and said, "Pick two deeper basins, one is placed on the side of the head of the young master's bed, and then the other is filled with filth, lift it up high, slowly pour it into the basin beside the bed. After pouring the filth, put the empty basin on the side of the head, and then lift the full one..."

While speaking, someone suddenly said, "What are you talking about?"

The maids in the hall said in unison: "Welcome to the master to return home!"

Wang Ping'an turned his head and saw a person standing at the door. It was the prime minister of the Tang Dynasty and Changsun Wuji.
Chapter completed!