After being favored by the bosses, she made a lot of money

Chapter 55
Although she can guess the general characters of this dynasty, she can't write at all.

Zhongming nodded: "Your subordinate can."

Feng Jiaojiao's eyes lit up, she stood up and pushed him to the desk to sit down, dipped the brush in ink, spread the rice paper in front of him and said: "I said you write, and then write hundreds of copies, and post them all over the imperial city." At this place, the county mainly collects the victims of the disaster in the capital city into temporary residences."

"Yes." Chongming accepted the order.

Feng Jiaojiao said: "On the south side of Shiheng County Lord's mansion, hundreds of refugee shelters will be built to provide shelter for the victims, and they will give out porridge and clothes every day. This princess is willing to be with the people of Daliang and tide over the difficulties together!"

Then, the room was silent, only the sound of his writing.

The candlelight traced the boy's face and outlined his lines.

Chongming, who is at close range, has a kind of youthful air in the world.

The boy's eyelashes are long and curly, like a melancholy and elegant boy.

He has a tall and straight figure, with his eyes closed and his hair brushed. It is rare for him not to see it, but his words are neat and clean, and they are arranged in an orderly manner.

It's no worse than the calligraphy written by everyone outside!

Feng Jiaojiao stood beside Chongming, looking into his eyes with a little ecstasy.

If he could open his eyes, he must be pretty, right?

Not to be careful, the young man wrote a wrong line, he said: "It's my fault." Then he took out another piece of paper and started writing again.

Feng Jiaojiao just noticed his fair ears, which were already flushed red.

She coughed slightly unnaturally, and said: "It's okay, you can write first, the princess will go to see other things first."

Chongming let out an inaudible "hmm".

Feng Jiaojiao also took the book and began to study it opposite him.

Since it was difficult to guess the ancient characters, Feng Jiaojiao felt bored after reading it for a while.

She put down the book in her hand, looked at the melancholy young man in front of her again, and suddenly remembered his original name - Ye Zhen.

Then he asked casually, "Who took your real name?"

It sounds good!
Chongming's brush paused for a while, a drop of ink blurred, and Chongming said: "It's Chongming's mother."

He silently put a new sheet of paper on it.

Feng Jiaojiao asked again: "Then, why is it called Yezhen?"

She took another book full of picture albums from the bookshelf.

Chongming said: "The queen mother once said that most of the people in this world are blindfolded by vanity.

It seems to be accessible, but it is actually a cocoon. How many people have been trapped in the square in front of them all their lives.

It's not as good as a blind monk. Although his eyes can't see the light, the places he touches and the places he feels are all smooth. "

Feng Jiaojiao's heart skipped a beat.

The Queen of the Western Regions must be a very smart woman.

She opened the book she had just picked up again.

It was a book that recorded the specifications of the princess' mansion, Feng Jiaojiao read it seriously.She was a gold medal salesman in her previous life, and she was able to come up with things like manuals at her fingertips.

Dare to think and dare to do it, he took out a piece of paper and picked up a pen to draw.

She wants to build a princess mansion that complies with regulations and is unique!
Suddenly, An Qiao's communication sounded outside the door.

"Princess, Seventh Young Master has brought the supper."

Feng Jiaojiao couldn't help raising her eyebrows and stopped writing, and called out: "Brother, please come in." She pressed the blueprint she had drawn under the book.

Feng Chupin was still wearing a mask at the moment, he was dressed in a white brocade robe, holding a food box in his hand, he glanced at Chongming calmly, then landed on Feng Jiaojiao who was standing next to Chongming and said, "My sister is working hard."

Feng Jiaojiao poured him a cup of hot tea and smiled: "It's not hard."

He opened the food box he brought, and said with a surprised expression: "Wow, Ruyi Cake! Thank you brother!"

Ever since she praised him for its fragrance, the wishful cakes in her yard have never stopped.

Feng Chupin looked at the corner of the rice paper that was pressed by the books, raised his eyebrows and smiled slightly: "You are welcome, Jiaojiao, but I don't know what kind of business district Jiaojiao wants to build in the selected land, so I can know how to arrange it for my brother."

His eyes fell casually on Chongming's ears, and the redness was not gone, his eyes moved.

Feng Jiaojiao didn't pay attention, she said carelessly: "Diet, make up powder! Jiaojiao doesn't understand too much, what do you think is better?"

She stuffed another wishful cake into her mouth, and it tasted good, so she took another one and handed it to Chongming's lips: "Try it too, Brother Seven's kitchen's wishful cake is the best!"

I don't know where the cook came from, but when she comes back, An Qiao will have to learn it.

Because of her young age, Feng Jiaojiao always forgets the difference between men and women. Unfortunately, in ancient times, she married early and married early, but Chongming once again wrote crooked handwriting.

Feng Jiaojiao accidentally touched Chongming's lips with her fingers.

Her finger has the sweetness of Ruyi cake.

The remnant red that had just subsided in Chongming ignited again, but Feng Jiaojiao was only focused on the pastry, seeing him froze, she didn't think too much and said, "Open your mouth!"

As he spoke, he stuffed the pastry into Chongming's slightly opened mouth.

It was rare for Feng Chupin to drink the tea in his hand. He put down the teacup and said without emotion: "Food is the most important thing for the people. The establishment of a new business district is really good to start with food."

Feng Jiaojiao took another piece of pastry to eat, but Feng Chupin grabbed her hand, and said: "My younger sister has been worrying about the disaster victims before, but I don't think my younger sister has a business sense.

just don't know-

Why did my sister suddenly change her mind and find a new target so quickly? "

Feng Jiaojiao was stunned for a few seconds, and then replied: "There is no reason, Jiaojiao came up on a whim, on the spur of the moment. Besides, the development of the commercial district will not affect the help of refugees!"

Who would have trouble with silver?

Feng Chupin took the pastry in her hand, put it in the palm of her hand, and gave an example: "Business districts and slums can't have both, otherwise the flavors will be mixed."

Feng Jiaojiao twitched her lips inwardly, the ancient business model might not work, but her gold medal sale definitely does!
She reached out to take the pastry in his hand, and said perfunctorily: "Well, what brother said makes sense, don't worry, Jiaojiao will find a way."

With a slight movement of Feng Chupin's hand, the pastry fell to the ground, and he said, "Dirty."

Feng Jiaojiao wanted to eat a new piece, but he held her hand and took out a juan handkerchief to wipe it carefully.

But Ting Feng Chupin said: "It's late at night, and it's not good for men and women to live in the same room. Chongming should leave first, and I will write the rest for my brother."

He lightly ordered, and wiped Feng Jiaojiao's little hands as clean as water before he would put them down.

Chongming got up, pursed his lips, bowed to Feng Jiaojiao, and walked out of the room.

Feng Chupin sat down on the seat before Chongming, took another piece of paper and asked, "Why doesn't Jiaojiao eat?"

He took off his mask, and the corners of his lips curved slightly.

Feng Jiaojiao was stunned for a second, then took a piece of cake and stuffed it into her mouth without knowing what she meant, and chewed.

Feng Chupin looked at her with clear eyes and did not move, Feng Jiaojiao felt an inexplicable emotion.

Finally, he tentatively picked up a piece of cake and held it to his lips,
(End of this chapter)