Dressed as a vicious female supporting role, it smells so good after being put on badly

Chapter 8

Jinsifang occupies the best location in the imperial city, and almost all the streets around it are often overcrowded.

The fourth prince likes to be quiet, so the palace is located in a slightly remote place to the east.

Along the way, the voices became more and more noisy.

"How far is it?" Song Ciyu raised the curtain on one side and looked out curiously.

This place is much busier than she imagined.

"Miss, just turn this street." Zhen Zhen replied.

Song Ciyu: "Just stop here, let's walk over."

Zhenzhen: "But fish and dragons are mixed here, could it be..."

Zhuzhu: "I don't know Zhenzhen, sometimes the more people there are, the safer it is, and there are a lot of shops here, Miss can also buy some other favorite items!"

Zhuzhu has been completely fascinated by the scene here, she hasn't been here for several years.

Regardless of whether it was the former Prime Minister's Mansion or the current Wang's Mansion, it is actually not too far away from here, but it is rare for people with identities like them to be able to leave the mansion, let alone have the opportunity to go out for a stroll.

"Stop." Song Ciyu agreed with Zhuzhu's words, and raised his hand to signal the carriage to stop.

With a 'wow', the carriage stopped in a less crowded place, and then the three master and servant got out of the carriage one after the other.

"Zuo Feng, find a shaded place nearby and wait for us."

Zuo Feng: "Yes, miss."

The climate in August is full of summer.

Zhenzhen and Zhuzhu stood beside her, one holding an umbrella and the other holding a fan.

She actually said that it would be fine to just give her a fan, but if the two of them insisted on doing this, they were afraid that they would heat her up.

It would be nice to have an electric fan, but it's a pity that this is not a place where money can buy high technology.

"Bitch! Dirty Miss Ben's skirt, drag her outside the door and give her a lesson!" Just as Song Ciyu passed by a jewelry store, a shrill female voice came from inside the door.

Song Ciyu frowned, stopped abruptly, and turned to look into the shop.

"Miss, you don't want to help him again, do you?" Seeing her master stop, Zhu Zhu immediately asked in a low voice. The behavior of the master these two days is really weird, so it's not her fault that she thinks too much.

Song Ciyu shook his head decisively, "No."

She was just curious about which woman dared to be so arrogant on the street. After all, for people in this era, women should know how to be gentle and virtuous, and most ladies would not let them out of the street, let alone teach servants on the street.

As soon as Song Ciyu blurted out the word 'no', the woman's bodyguard rushed out dragging the waiter in the store. They acted so rudely that they almost bumped into Zhuzhu who was standing in the middle.

"Miss, the person inside seems to be the daughter of the servant of the Ministry of War." After confirming with narrowed eyes, Zhen Zhen whispered in Song Ciyu's ear.

The daughter of the Minister of War?Zhenzhen knew everyone, why didn't she have any impression of this person in her mind.

Song Ciyu: "How do you know?"

"Three years ago, when the lady took us to offer incense in Chaocheng Temple, I happened to meet her that day. At that time, the lady grabbed the first lottery, and she came to make trouble, but she is not something she can offend our Xiangfu. Later, you sent someone to drive her out of Chaocheng Temple." Zhenzhen thought for a while before saying.

Hearing Zhenzhen's explanation, Song Ciyu recalled it for a long time before he vaguely remembered this incident. It seems that the original owner didn't take her seriously at all.

"A servant's daughter dared to compete with our lady for the first lottery, but it would be cheaper for her to drive her out." Zhuzhu interrupted quickly, she couldn't like this man from the bottom of her heart.

"Let's go." Seeing the domineering appearance of the man inside, Song Ciyu just shook his head, and left here with Zhenzhen and Zhuzhu.

Seeing that Song Ciyu said to leave, Zhenzhen and Zhuzhu naturally followed without stopping. This kind of thing is not surprising both inside and outside the house. They expressed sympathy but not everyone can take care of it.

What's more, he was someone who once had a "fate" with Song Ciyu.

As soon as he entered Jinsifang, a waiter from the shop immediately walked up.

He led the three of Song Ciyu towards the cabinet, and kept introducing the latest models in the store.

"I want all the styles you just introduced, here are the sizes for you to take." Song Ciyu reached out to touch the material of the fabric, and it really was good.

"Miss, do you want all three of these?" The waiter's eyes lit up when he heard her very rich words. These three are more expensive than one. Come two.

"Yes." Song Ciyu nodded with certainty, the majestic Prince Yuan's Mansion couldn't afford to buy three pieces of clothes, not to mention that she really liked these long skirts.

Zhuzhu: "Hurry up and wrap it up for our lady according to the size."

Hearing Zhuzhu's words, the shop clerk hurriedly handed the note to another person and told him to pack the new clothes according to the size.

"Can you modify or customize clothes according to customers' requirements?" Song Ciyu wandered from the first floor to the second floor, and then from the second floor to the third floor. He never saw the tailoring area, so he led the waiter to a corner and asked.

"Well... yes, yes, it's just that the clothes in Jinsifang are the most novel and gorgeous inside and outside the imperial city. Didn't the lady find your favorite style?" Never encountered such a situation.

Whoever comes to Jinsifang will not be dazzled by the clothes here, and there will be no one who asks for it.

"You have a variety of styles of clothes here, and the colors and fabrics are all high-quality, but well, you really don't have the style I really want." These clothes are beautiful, but they are just too troublesome to wear.

Speaking of which, she was originally a fashion designer. Although she didn't have to worry about food and drink when she came here, she couldn't forget her old job.

"Huh? We don't have the style Miss wants in our store. This is the first time I've heard of it. I don't know what style Miss wants."

Song Ciyu was talking with the waiter in the store, but a door behind him was suddenly pushed open, a man in white was holding a black fan in his hand and looking at them with a graceful and spring breeze.

The three turned their heads together and looked at the man who spoke just now.

The shop waiter bowed his hands respectfully to him, "Master Shen."

Zhenzhen: "Master Shen? Miss, he should be Shen Shaoan, one of the three masters of Jinsifang."

Song Ciyu glanced at Zhenzhen in admiration, good guy, there is a little spy beside her, who knows everything and has a good memory.

"Is there any pen and paper?" Song Ciyu glanced left and right at the surrounding environment, but found nothing, and finally looked at Shen Shaoan again, and asked with a smile.

"Yes, please come in." Shen Shao'an closed the fan in his hand, then used his fan to push the door open a bit, and then made a posture to invite them into the house.

(End of this chapter)