Forensic Poison Concubine

In fact, Mrs. Fu's food is quite common, two light dishes, plus a dish of green oil mixed with rape, a bowl of soup. It seems very simple. In contrast, Jun Zilin thinks that she doesn't have to change her food every day in the Jin palace. She also has her favorite dessert every meal, so she won't go to the palace.

The servant girl saw Jun Zi Lin standing quietly at the door. Although she didn't see the etiquette, she could look at it with an upright and respectful look. With a smile on her face, she came out and said in a pleasant voice, "it's Miss Jun, please come in!"

Being introduced into the house, Mr. Fu raised his face and looked at Jun Zilin kindly with a smile.

The old lady invited her to serve her breakfast.

After eating, Jun Zilin didn't feel full at all. She wasn't as free as she was when she was in Jin palace. There was only Mrs. Fu in the room, but there was no sound. Jun Zilin also had to chew and swallow slowly, and did not dare to make a strange sound like "Baji".

This meal is totally depressing. It's not as good as eating when there are many people. At least everyone is talking. She can take the opportunity to "mumble" and be rude when swallowing.

In any case, it's common in previous lives to rush to work to check the corpses. Jun Zilin also had to swallow some hastily. These rules of eating have never been carefully studied.

"Clean up for Miss Jun."

Under the orders of Mrs. Fu, she took the white handkerchief and turned to enter the room.

Jun Zilin thought that she was doing something. Before the result, she saw that two mothers and two young maids had led her into the nearby other garden. There she saw the perfume petal bath and the complete arrangement of rouge, water powder, pearl flower and jade hairpin. They were all things in a woman's boudoir. They were like eighteen kinds of weapons.

"Please, Miss Jun!"

After the maid respectfully and unquestionably led her into the screen, there was a big bucket of pink petal bath with smoke curling up, waiting for luck.

Jun Zilin looked at this and the "Eighteen weapons" in the outer room. Hastily asked, "this, these are..." For me?

"It's something the old lady has specially prepared for Miss Jun. she's going to dress up today."

"Oh." Jun Zilin pick eyebrows, apricot eyes diffuse a touch of disappointment. It turns out that it's just "using" rather than "giving.".

I wanted to say that I had already taken a bath, but the waiter insisted that Jun Zilin had no choice but to avoid the difficulty. Who knows, such a bubble is really like peeling skin.

The water wheel in the bucket has been changed three times. Jun Zilin was allowed to come out only when she was swollen.

As soon as he came out, he was pulled over to change his clothes and make-up.

The girl in the mirror has sharp apricot eyes. She has been soaking for a long time. Her eyes are full of water vapor. Her snow-white face is thin and red. Because she is young, her skin also has collagen protein, so soft that she can squeeze out water.

I wanted them not to exaggerate. Who knows that all four of them were replaced, and then a young woman in a bun came in. Her eyebrows were like willows and her lips were like vermilion. Although she was made of powder, there was no trace of deliberate carving. Isn't this a "make-up artist"? Jun Zilin can't help thinking to herself. It seems that Mrs. Fu is really attentive to this banquet.

After thinking about it, Jun Zilin didn't speak again. She closed her eyes and let the woman make up for herself.

These days, I think Prime Minister Fu has gone through a lot of storms.

The tea house alone is enough for Fu Xiangye to drink a pot. But Zhang Shizi insisted on withdrawing his marriage, instead, he cut off the marquis. On the surface, it had nothing to do with the prime minister. But actually, what's out there? Jun Zilin knows that some people also say that Fu lingcui is a disaster. After all, a good son of the world is doing it, and then he will become Duke Ding. Now Zhang Shizi has become a waste. Fu lingcui is not a disaster. What is it?

Junzilin knew that Fu Baixiu didn't punish Fu lingcui, but just banned his feet.

Now Mrs. Fu takes herself to the banquet of Dingguo government. Since Jun Zilin can't see the details clearly, she can also understand that she and Zhang zhannan will be matched again!

But what makes her uneasy is that when she first came to this world, she had skin contact with Zhang Zha Nan. It's really disgusting. If we have to She really wants to become a nun. It's impossible to talk to Zhang Ruiyuan, but she has to let that scum man know what she means. And not only that, but also let everyone know.

The retreat of Zhang Ruiyuan in the imperial study didn't work at all.

Jun Zi Lin frowned, she had to think of a way to let these people completely break the idea!

"Please don't frown, miss. I'm thrashing for you."

Almost forgetting that there is a woman wearing makeup beside her, Jun Zilin quickly takes back her emotion and makes herself "expressionless.".

It won't be long before you make up.

Jun Zilin stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. She was graceful and high-end! At the moment, she is wearing a purplish gauze skirt with a slender neck on her upper body, and the makeup on her face I'm really a makeup expert. Looking at the big palm face in the mirror, it was covered with a layer of snow powder and made the bottom makeup, blush, and the brow of the corners of the eye was deliberately added to the amorous feelings of pink, and the thick eyebrows slanted into the temples, and the apricot eyes were still keen and crystal clear.Except for these eyes, she could hardly see where she was.

Painting a 13-year-old girl so mature and dressing so mature. Jun Zilin gently hook lips, this time old lady Fu's intention is not shallow!

After Jun Zilin came out, Mrs. Fu appeared almost at the same time.

Today, the old lady is also deliberately dressed up. Her clothes are gorgeous and young, and her makeup is carefully decorated. Her hair is not white, but mostly dark. Junzilin had four sticks in her head, just the number of two pairs of chopsticks. There are two hairpins of old lady Fu.

"Grandmother, you look twenty years younger."

Depending on others, we must learn to flatter!

Jun Zilin saw the old lady staring at herself, with a reserved and shallow smile on her face. Her tone was elegant and slightly sweet. She seemed to be a real lady. But her heart is full of tears. She doesn't know how long she can hold on. She pays attention to vigorous and resolute work and efficiency. She seldom wears high-heeled shoes, and at most she can wear high-heeled shoes. Now, it's really frustrating to let her pretend to be forced.

Seeing that Mrs. Fu nodded admiringly, she was satisfied from the bottom of her eyes to her heart!

Until her line of sight back, Jun Zi Lin dark relief, speechless sky: why she now so miss the days in the Jin palace?

Then there was the mother who was guarding the courtyard to report, only to see a seven or eight year old girl was led. Jun Zi Lin Ding Qing saw that it was no one else but miss five. Why is she here?