Daqin: White porridge and pickled mustard tuber, I became the national teacher

Chapter 299 Fusu praised Qi Pan for being good-looking.

In the crowd, a young man in ordinary clothes lowered his head and whispered softly.

"Soap? Scented soap?"

"Nectar? Flower dew? That's really an exaggeration, false propaganda."

"National Master? It turns out that you are not from this world either......"

.........

Xianyang Palace.

Qi Pan and Ying Zheng already knew about Jiang Xiang and others' promotion and sale of soap and perfumed soap.

There is no problem with the pricing of soaps and toiletries.

The original intention of making soap was to improve the lives of the people of Qin.

Whether or not you make money is secondary.

Mainly soap.

She just wanted to sell the soap at a high price and rip off the rich and powerful.

She has no objection to the higher price.

The production steps of scented soap are more complicated than those of soap.

It wasn't her money that was cheated, so of course she didn't feel sad.

The money earned was given to Ying Zheng to build the Great Wall.

Of course we hope that the price can be set as high as possible and that as many products as possible can be sold.

The soap is now sold out and Qi Pan has just returned from the craftsman.

As soon as she entered the bedroom, she saw a man sitting at the table in her bedroom.

Qi Pan was stunned.

"Fusu?"

"How did you come?"

Fusu turned around, and when he saw Qi Pan, his eyes brightened up.

A smile appeared on his face, "Master, where have you been?"

???

Qi Pan always felt that Fusu was a little weird today.

But she didn't think much about it.

He walked to the table and sat down, then picked up the teapot on the table and poured water.

"I just came back from the craftsman."

"The soap I gave to the imperial merchants in Jiangxiang before sold quite well outside the palace."

"I went to see how much the craftsmen had made, and I'll have someone deliver it to them in a few days."

Qi Pan picked up the teacup, "What's wrong? What do you want to talk to me about?"

Fusu stared at the cup of water that Qipan was drinking from.

Seeing that Qi Pan took it but didn't drink it, he couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

But I can't show it on my face.

He nodded, "Oh, I'm fine."

"I just happened to have some free time, so I came to see you."

what?

Come see her?

Qi Pan blinked and said, "Didn't I just come here yesterday?"

"What's so good about me? You might as well go see your father instead of me."

"cough........"

Fusu coughed lightly and said, "I...I'm afraid my father will beat me."

"what?"

Qi Pan put down the cup of tea he hadn't finished yet, "Why did your father hit you?"

"What? What have you done to make your father angry?"

Zheng Ge hasn't taken action against Fusu for a long time.

What?

What stupid thing has Fusu done again?

Is it possible that Zheng Ge couldn't help but give him a beating?

Qi Pan was a little curious, and she blinked at Fusu.

Fusu suddenly said, "Master, you are so beautiful."

???

Qi Pan didn't react for a moment, "Ah? What did you say?"

She reached out and scratched her ears, suspecting that she hadn't heard clearly.

Fusu repeated, "I say, Imperial Master, you are so beautiful."

!!!

Hey!

Qi Pan almost jumped three feet high!

Thinking back that she was now dressed as a man, she forced herself to hold back!

She looked up at Fusu and touched his forehead with two fingers.

"Aren't you sick?"

Fusu's handsome face began to turn red and his eyes looked a little shy.

"Master, I......"

Before he could finish, Qi Pan spoke the next sentence.

"How can I not know whether I am good-looking or not? You tell me."

Forehead........

The expression on Fusu's face froze.

"National...National Master..."

He looked in disbelief.

I didn't expect Qi Pan to be such a narcissistic person? !

Fusu glanced at Qi Pan and said, "Master, I'm telling you the truth, you... you really are very beautiful."

Qi Pan was very calm, "Of course I know."

She glanced at Fusu's face and said, "You're not bad looking either."

"We good-looking people don't need to compliment each other like that, right?"

this.......

Fusu was choked again.

He uttered a word with difficulty, "Okay..."

Before he could say anything else, Qi Pan asked, "Do you have anything else to say?"

"It's ok, I'm going to sleep."

"I went out early this morning and I'm exhausted. I need to catch up on some sleep."

Ah this...

"Okay...then you go to bed. I'll go back first."

"I'll come see you tomorrow."

Fusu left somewhat unwillingly.

Qi Pan looked at Fusu's back and frowned.

I always feel that Fusu is a little strange today.

Why did you suddenly tell her that she was pretty?

Is not this nonsensical?

How could she not know whether she was pretty or not?

And Fusu himself is not ugly.

How ugly can Zheng Ge’s son be?

Qi Pan shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

He turned around and asked Eleven to serve the meal.

She had been busy all morning and was very hungry.

She didn't touch the tea on the table and asked Twelve to clear it away.

Fusu on the other side.

After leaving Qi Pan's bedroom, he turned back to take one look.

The look in his eyes was unclear.

After dinner, Qi Pan rested for a while and went to bed to catch up on his sleep.

After getting up in the afternoon, he took Eleven and Twelve to find Ying Zheng.

Just when they were halfway there, they met Fusu again.

Fusu was holding a kite in his hand and spoke to Qipan excitedly.

"Master, let's go fly a kite."

"This kite looks so fun!"

Qi Pan looked up at the sky above his head. The sun was scorching.

She felt hot after walking such a distance.

Not to mention flying a kite, you also have to run.

Qi Pan shook his head, "No, I don't want to play."

"what........"

Fusu frowned, his eyes slightly dim.

"Master, don't you like it? I thought you would like it......"

I hope I don’t understand.

Why did Fusu think that she would like flying kites?

It’s still such a hot day?

Qi Pan asked directly: "When did I ever say that I like flying kites?"

When she encounters problems, she never likes to waste time.

If you don’t understand, just ask.

Fusu didn't expect Qi Pan to be so direct, he said.

"That... maybe I heard it wrong."

"I thought you would like it, and I did it for a long time......"

As if inadvertently, Fusu revealed the wound on his hand.

There were several scratches on the slender fingertips.

Some of them were still oozing with blood.

Looks extremely pitiful.

"Huh? Your hand is hurt?"

Qipan frowned.

Fusu hid his hand behind his back, "Ah... No, it's okay, just a small wound."

"It's out of the way."

Fusu thought Qi Pan would step forward and grab his hand to check.

Unexpectedly, Qi Pan just stood there and took a look, then spoke without moving.