Song Anle's long hair was sitting in front of the bronze mirror. Hongzhu was skillfully tidying her makeup, but the French style had not been combed yet. Hongzhu held a small box and said, "My master, the cold winter is getting better. You should use something to protect your face, don't hurt your skin color."

Song Anle was meaningless, so she nodded and said softly, "Okay."

Hongzhu then helped Song Anle carefully apply some skin care powder. Song Anle, who rarely wipes powder, rarely applied powder. It made her skin look more transparent and had a reputation for being shining.

"My little master, breakfast is here." Mei Xin walked in with a large plate of steaming breakfast and said with a smile: "Today's breakfast is very sumptuous, so I called more."

"Really." Song Anle said in a surprised tone. She had never seen such a sumptuous life since she entered the palace, so she said happily: "Then just sit down and eat together."

Hongzhu said softly: "It's better for me to serve the little master first."

"It's okay, it's rare to have such a good meal, let's share it together." Song Anle said, pulling Hongzhu and Meixin and said, "Come on, sit down quickly."

Zhanju ran back at this time and saw that everyone was around the table. She said unhappily: "You guys are too much, I haven't come back yet, how can you steal my share?"

Song Anle was too accustomed to such a chrysanthemum, so she just smiled and shook her head, and started eating it on her own. Mei Xin also pretended to be unhappy and said, "No one robs you of that, I'll keep it for you."

Zhanju looked at the rich and delicious food on the table, and said happily: "This is almost the same."

Perhaps she was used to such chrysanthemums, so she didn't take her temperament seriously. She didn't care about the relationship between master and servant. She caught the rare delicacy and ate it voraciously.

Song Anle had eaten halfway, and suddenly felt a stinging pain on her face. She frowned, but could not escape any attention from Mei Xin.

"My little master, what's wrong with you?" Mei Xin looked at her with concern.

Song Anle shook her head and smiled a little far-fetchedly because of obvious discomfort on her face, but the stinging pain began to itch again. So she pretended to be calm and said, "Mei Xin, how do you look at my skin today?"

Mei Xin was a little confused about Song Anle's question, but she still looked at her face. It seemed that Song Anle's face today was indeed a little whiter and rosy than usual. "I think my skin color is more rosy than usual today, but I used cosmetics?"

From Mei Xin's words, Song Anle asked that there should be nothing unusual on her face, but the discomfort feeling became more and more obvious. The tingling and itchy feeling really made her feel a little unbearable. She wanted to reach out to grab it, but she was worried that she would attract Mei Xin and the others' attention, so she still endured it.

"Ah!" Mei Xin suddenly stood up in surprise and said, "Why did the little master's face suddenly turn red?"

"Let's take a look." Zhan Ju also put down the food in her hand and hurriedly came up.

Song Anle's fair and jade-like cheeks were spotted and gradually turned red, but not very obvious. The cuckoo seemed to be strange, so she said in surprise: "It seems to be a little discolored."

Mei Xin pulled Song Anle and said nervously and anxiously: "My master, do you feel anything uncomfortable?"

"It's so itchy, it hurts." Song Anle looked in pain.

Mei Xin said with a frightened look on her face: "Is it the cheek?"

Song Anle nodded with difficulty, because she felt extremely uncomfortable, so she reached out to her face and tried to grab it a few times to relieve the discomfort.

"My Lord, don't arrest me. I will come and invite the imperial physician for you immediately." Hongzhu stopped Song Anle from scratching her face, and then rushed out in a hurry after speaking.

"My little master, come." Mei Xin carefully supported Song Anle, "I will help you sit here first."

Song Anle forced herself to stop scratching her, but the expression on her face was not relieved at all. She didn't know what was wrong, so she thought about it for a while and the only possibility was that it was rare to use powder, so her skin couldn't adapt to it for the moment.

Mei Xin was also caught off guard. She said to the cuckoo on the side: "Cuckoo, come and make a basin of hot water and wash it for the little master first."

"Okay, okay, okay, I'll go now." Zhan Ju finished speaking, and the person had already rushed out of the door. He heard a 'ao' sound from outside the door, and then Chen Xiaoya complained: "What's wrong with Zhan Ju, you? You're so anxious that you want to scare people to death."

Zhan Ju suddenly thought that Chen Xiaoya seemed to understand medical skills, so she pulled Chen Xiaoya and said, "My little master Chen is here just right. Please help my little master see what's wrong."

"What's wrong with Anle?" Chen Xiaoya also asked with concern: "Is something wrong?"

"Young master comes in and check it out." Zhan Ju pulled Chen Xiaoya in without caring about the etiquette.

Chen Xiaoya walked into the house and asked anxiously: "Anle, what's wrong with you?"

Song Anle knew that Chen Xiaoya had walked in, but she didn't want to ignore it, but when she turned to look at Chen Xiaoya, a red lump appeared on her face.

Chen Xiaoya half opened her mouth, looked at her in surprise and said, "This...How could this happen?"

A face that could be called a peerless one was destroyed like this. Chen Xiaoya really couldn't consume the bad news, so she looked at Mei Xin and seemed to be asking for an answer.

Mei Xin was also confused and said anxiously and worriedly: "The little master was having a good meal with us just now. But just half of it, the little master had symptoms of stinging and itchy cheeks. It was like this after a while."

Chen Xiaoya said in a daze: "Do you have anything you shouldn't eat?"

Mei Xin still said anxiously: "It's all simple breakfast, and we all ate together, so we didn't feel discomfort at all."

"Then...but what did you wipe?"

"This..." Mei Xin didn't know if Song Anle had wiped something, so she looked at Song Anle with unknown gaze.

Song Anle covered her hot and tingling cheeks and said in confusion: "I don't know what I have applied. They are all treated by Hongzhu. They just said they want to apply some skin care items, so I agreed. I don't think it should be a problem with cosmetics."

Mei Xin suddenly thought of something, which was the brocade box I received not long ago. In order to confirm his guess, Mei Xin said anxiously: "My master, do you know which box of powder Hongzhu has helped you to wipe?"

Song Anle was already uncomfortable, so she seemed a little forced and said, "I don't know much, it seems to be on the dressing table."

Mei Xin hurriedly walked over to check. There was indeed a brocade box on the dressing table. As she thought, this brocade box was something Wang Jiali gave not long ago.

Zhan Ju was listening to the scene in a daze, but she didn't get any real actions that could help Song Anle relieve her, so she said anxiously: "Stop talking about it, Master Chen can see a doctor, hurry up and help my master take a look."

Chen Xiaoya was too surprised and unacceptable, so she forgot her little skills. After Zhan Ju reminded her, she nodded repeatedly and said, "Okay, okay, I'll take a look now."

Chen Xiaoya took Song Anle's hand and put it on the pulse of her wrist. She carefully studied it. Because it was a condition on the skin, she was not familiar with this symptom. Maybe it was a little longer when it was used, which made the clove of the chrysanthemum anxiously and said, "How about it, Chen Xiaozhu, my little master is fine, right?"

Mei Xin was holding a basin of hot water at this time and was waiting anxiously, while Chen Xiaoya was just taking her pulse and ignored them.

Zhanju was impatient, so she urged again: "Oh! You are talking, what's going on?"

Although Mei Xin was anxious, she still gently pulled the chrysanthemum. No matter what, Chen Xiaoya had saved Song Anle, and she believed in Chen Xiaoya's medical skills.

When Zhan Ju received Mei Xin's hint, she could only bear it anymore. Every minute and second at this time, it was a torment for them, and Song Anle was undoubtedly even more so. Seeing that Chen Xiaoya seemed to have encountered difficulties, her mind gradually became heavy.

"Xiaoya, do I have some strange disease?" Song Anle looked at Chen Xiaoya with some fear. She thought that Chen Xiaoya was reluctant to stop because she was in a difficult position because of her condition.

Mei Xin saw that Song Anle was confused and uneasy. She walked beside her and said with a gentle look on her face: "My master, don't think too much, you will be fine."

"Yes, little master;" Zhan Ju said carelessly again: "You must be fine, at most you will be disfigured, nothing..."

After halfway through the words of the monk, she realized how bad she was. After Mei Xin glared at her fiercely, she smiled foolishly.

Chen Xiaoya finally stopped, but she said calmly: "You guys go and get some tea."

"Tea?" Mei Xin and Zhan Ju asked in unison.

Chen Xiaoya didn't have time to explain so much, so she said again: "Don't ask for it now, hurry up and do as you do."

Mei Xin nodded repeatedly and said, "Okay, okay, there is ready-made tea in the house, I'll get it."

Mei Xin disappeared like a rapid pace. Chen Xiaoya sat down opposite Song Anle. Seeing her look of pain, she felt unbearable, so she held Song Anle's hand and said in a comforting tone: "Anle, don't worry, I will try my best to help you."

Song Anle listened to Chen Xiaoya's words and left a lot of space, so she said uneasy: "Xiaoya, is my face not going well?"

Chen Xiaoya didn't want to show the worst side, but she still smiled a little far-fetchedly and said, "No, the imperial doctors in the palace are all rejuvenated. Even if I can't cure you, they will definitely help you restore your former appearance."
Chapter completed!