Prince Zhuang Fujin

Chapter 193 Tumin Shameless (3)
Yin Lu got up, hugged her and walked to the dining room, Wan'er didn't mention Tu Min again.

The next day, Yinlu went to the House of Internal Affairs again, and Wan'er went with him, because the official kiln was officially completed, and the enamel colored porcelain had already started, but the colored porcelain in this period was not good-looking.

Wan'er was fond of painting and porcelain in her previous life, and she also had a small workshop.

When she arrived at the official kiln, Wan'er touched the porcelain clay with a smile on her face. These porcelain clays were not bad in grades, and she could already imagine the amazing sound of the three-dimensional enamel colored porcelain she fired.

Yinlu knew from Kangxi that in May, the British Congress sent envoys to the Qing Dynasty, and the enamel and three-dimensional colored porcelain fired would definitely cause a sensation, and it was time to make money to expand the treasury.

"You all go out first!" Wan'er said to the steward in the official kiln, the workers said, the steward took orders and led a group of workers out of the small room.

Wan'er pulled Yinlu to sit down, and He Ni set up the workbench. Seeing that the turntable was turning, she put the porcelain clay on the operating table and started working.

Yinlu watched quietly, and as the embryo slowly formed, the expression on his face became more and more colorful.

After the console stopped, Wan'er started kneading the embryo, and soon a flower-shaped porcelain plate was completed.

The porcelain plate looks like a flower petal is blooming, but the layers of petals are in a three-dimensional shape, just like a real open flower, making it difficult to move your eyes away.

Wan'er continued to work hard, it took half a day, and a few pieces were scrapped because of getting started, but the rest were completed.

Because of sitting quietly for a long time, Yinlu was afraid that Wan'er would be tired, so after eating, he forced her to rest for an hour and a half in the rest room prepared by the official kiln before letting her get up to continue.

After Wan'er left, the small workshop was closed, and Yiertai was sent to guard outside. After Wan'er entered, it was closed again.

In the evening, the two came out together, and the blank tires still needed to be dried.

After locking the door and not allowing anyone to enter, Wan'er and Yinlu left the official kiln, boarded the car, and headed for the inner city.

And not long after Wan'er came out with Yinlu, a sneaky man also rode a horse to Prince Yong's mansion.

Tu Min originally lived in the palace and wanted to get close to Concubine Mi, but it was a pity that Concubine Mi seemed to know her thoughts and refused to see her, so Tu Min had to think of other ways and moved into Prince Yong's Mansion.

In fact, Prince Yong didn't like Tu Min's coquettish and capricious appearance. This girl was like an imperial aunt, arrogant and domineering.

However, Aunt Duanmin had always been kind and close to him, and he also wanted someone to support him, so he acquiesced in allowing Tumin to live in the mansion, and allowed her to come in and out at will.

Guan Xuelou.

This is the place where Tumin was arranged to live. A guard outside the courtyard was talking to the girl Gulan. After a while, Gulan waved the man away and entered the courtyard by himself.

After passing through the long corridor, he went up to the small building and knocked on the door. There was the sound of entering, and Gu Lan walked into the house.

"Princess." Gulan blessed Tumin, and Tumin looked up at Gulan: "Lakshin is back?"

"Yes, princess. Lakshin reported back that Fujin Shiliu and Master Shiliu went to a newly established official kiln in the outer city today and stayed for a whole day before returning. He wanted to follow in, but there was a military department at the entrance of the official kiln The soldiers guarded him, so he didn't dare to move." Gu Lan replied.

Tumin's eyes suddenly became gloomy, and she drew her palms resentfully, and she was stroking the neck of a Persian cat under her palms, and when she closed her hands, the cat's neck was clenched and suffocated, which was naturally painful.

The claws stretched out, kicking and scratching Toomin's hand desperately.

(End of this chapter)