After Dressing Up As a Little Fulang

Zang Ke studied Zang Ya’s eyes. In those beautiful eyes inherited from his mother, there was neither fear nor anxiety, not even curiosity about the unknown—only calmness. It seemed that what they were going to face wasn’t a band of thugs but a very boring and uneventful banquet.

Zang Ke’s mood grew more complicated. Looking at him, he seemed to have thought of something else and continued, “By the way, that little shuanger—I heard that he was seriously ill again some time ago. Have you made arrangements for him while you’re away?”

Hearing his father mention An Yun, Zang Ya thought of the ice cream cake delivered yesterday and the tenderness of squeezing his face. A smile appeared on his lips, with a touch of pride. “I let Qing Yue take care of him. Qing Yue has always been careful and smart. I feel reassured.”

Moreover, he had found such good medicine for An Yun, which had helped him regain some of his health. He valued him greatly and didn’t believe that he could die easily.

Zang Ke looked at the proud expression on Zang Ya’s face, and his heart moved slightly, thinking that no matter what, the little shuanger would be kept alive for a while longer.

“In that case, let’s go!” Zang Ke ordered.

Zang Ya mounted his horse, gathered their personal guards, and headed straight for the city gate.

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An Yun, Xiao Cui, and Lu He worked hard for a day and finally made twenty boxes of the same lip balm as last time, along with another thirty boxes of lip balm in three different shades.

An Yun tried the colours on himself, Xiao Cui, and Lu He respectively. He found that these three kinds of lip balm had different effects on various skin tones, and he couldn’t help but feel a little happy.

When Xiao Cui brought the medicine for the night, An Yun drank it in one breath and handed all the lip balm to her, asking her to deliver it to the person who had ordered the goods last time, along with the three types of new lip balm.

“It’s up to you. If you can’t sell it, don’t force it. The ones you sold before are already doing very well.”

Xiao Cui nodded in agreement, but looked at An Yun’s expression, which was still full of determination. She was determined to sell it for the fulang.

After Xiao Cui left with the lip balm, An Yun glanced at her retreating figure, moved his body again, and did a set of radio gymnastics. He then told Lu He next to him, “Go and find some paper and bring me my charcoal pen. I’m going to write some recipes.”

“Yes!” Lu He replied and quickly went to find what An Yun wanted, then returned.

An Yun couldn’t write the characters of this world and wasn’t skilled with a brush, so he used a charcoal pen to write in the paper.

He wanted to take advantage of the fact that he hadn’t been in this world for too long and his memory was still fresh. He intended to write down all the modern knowledge he still remembered that might be useful.

If those memories faded away one day, he could still recall a little with these notes, which would help him live a better life in this world.

An Yun considered this preparation essential. People like him were accustomed to finding escape routes for themselves.

Because the characters in the two worlds were different, even if people here saw it, they would only think that An Yun was writing randomly. Therefore, An Yun wrote openly without worrying about Lu He’s presence.

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As the sun began to set in the west, the light in the room dimmed. Lu He looked at the sky and turned on the light for An Yun.

Lu He picked up the candle and prepared to place it on the table where An Yun was working.

As soon as she raised her eyes, Lu He saw An Yun holding his unusual charcoal pen and sitting upright in his position. Half of his black hair fell over his shoulders. The setting sun illuminated half of his face, making him like a translucent beauty.

Lu He thought that An Yun was so beautiful and smart, making it absolutely normal for the young master to pamper him so much.

When she approached An Yun’s desk and glanced at what he had written, Lu He’s face, which rarely changed, finally showed a moment of distortion.

She thought that the fulang had some knowledge inside, but what exactly was he writing? If it weren’t for the fact that it looked a bit like writing and An Yun was so serious, she would have thought he was just scribbling.

Lu He’s hand trembled slightly, and the candle nearly fell to the ground.

An Yun, who was writing the eighth chapter of the thirty-six strategies, noticed the movement and looked up at Lu He. “What’s wrong? Is the candlestick too hot?”

Lu He quickly stabilized the candle and forced a smile. “No, the candlestick is fine. I just didn’t hold it firmly just now.”

An Yun looked at her with a touch of disapproval. “Then be careful next time. If you can’t hold it firmly, just put it aside. Don’t hurt yourself. It’s not worth it.”

After saying this, An Yun lowered his head again and continued writing.

Lu He observed him and then looked at the strange script he had written. The expression on her face was extremely complicated. How could such a beautiful fulang write such odd characters? Or was it because of her small knowledge that she didn’t recognize the script?

Lu He struggled with her thoughts and decided to bring up the matter when speaking to Sister Qing Yue. As for the rest, it wasn’t her place as a maid to handle.