Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 1231 Xiao Wan misses you

Qin Yuyun said with high spirits: "If you brave the wind and waves all the way, maybe the day before the ice feast, the goods will arrive.

The shops over Mochou Lake will be able to open in the next two days. Apart from the spice shop on South Street, I also have a spare one in Mochou Lake to sell spices.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of enjoying the Ice Banquet, all the princes and beauties gathered in the capital, this batch of spices will definitely become a hit and steal the business of Tianxiangfang. "

"By the way, Ying Xiao also said in the letter that Liansheng has already set off to return to Ouyang country to deliver the second batch of goods. His wife and Lianniang can take good care of your two children. You can't have no one around you. Let Jin Suo and Yinhuan Came to Bingxi Kingdom with the boat."

Qin Yuyun was very excited: "By the way, Miaomiao, you said that day that you would print a special mark on each incense box to prevent counterfeit Tianxiangfang. What should we name the incense workshop?"

"The Shui family is a master of incense making. The spices of the Shui family are distributed in various countries, and they are the most famous. Even if Ouyang Xu took the Shui family under the ownership of the Ouyang royal family, the name of this millennium incense family is still there, and it is still in the name of the Shui family. Make incense."

A flash of inspiration flashed in Mo Xiaowan's mind: "In your royal family of Bingxi Kingdom, you also regard the spices of Ouyang Shui's family as treasures. The name of Shui's family should be kept. There is a word "cloud" in your name. Why don't you call it "Shui"?" Let’s go to Yunfang! Isn’t it a bit too elegant?”

"Elegance is good. The sons and noble daughters of the Bingxi Kingdom's family like to be arty."

Qin Yuyun excitedly pulled Mo Xiaowan up from the snow, held her hand tightly, and his eyes sparkled: "Okay, let's call it Shuiyun Xiangfang, and the name of the hot pot restaurant is also called Shuiyun Shifang."

The corner of Mo Xiaowan's mouth twitched like someone else's, and he asked dissatisfiedly, "Why is it called Shuiyun Shifang, why not Wanwanguo?"

"Pfft, hahaha, Wanwanguo. The name is really good, so add a few words under Shuiyun Restaurant? Signature dish, Wanwanguo."

Qin Yuyun laughed until his stomach ached: "Wan'er, I've always wanted to ask you why your name is this Wan and not that Wanyue Wan?"

"Because my mother wanted me to have food for the rest of my life, she named me Xiaowan."

Thinking of Xuanyuanchen, Mo Xiaowan felt a little lost, and described it vividly: "I grew up in the Marquis of Weiyuan. Before Xuanyuanchen picked me up to be raised in the Eight Princes' Mansion, I kept thinking about how to fill that bowl. will be hungry."

Qin Yuyun laughed halfway, but the laughter stopped.

She reached out her hand and touched Mo Xiaowan's head in distress.

And she!

Although there is no need to worry about food and clothing, the situation is not much better than Mo Xiaowan, because of the death of her father and brother, she is also neglected and ridiculed.

Otherwise, how could a merchant who sells spices show her face?

In addition to being able to understand Mo Xiaowan's feelings for Xuanyuan Chen, the same situation aroused resonance between the two women.

As soon as Xuanyuan Chen was mentioned, Mo Xiaowan fell silent, watching the snowflakes fluttering down from the sky.

She fell on her back, lying on the snow all the time, letting the snowflakes fall on her body, hiding her.

Memories came like a flood.

That person picked her poor little wild cat back to the Eight Princes Mansion.

Petting her, protecting her, teaching her to write, forcing her to read, has always guarded her growth.

If she refuses to eat, he will put down the prince's figure and feed her;
She is afraid of the dark, he will sleep with her;

When she was sad, she could lie in his arms and cry happily;
When she was happy, she could hug him and laugh happily.

The snowflakes in the sky were sprinkled one after another, all of which were Mo Xiaowan's longing for him.

Uncle Xuanyuan, Xiao Wan misses you!

(End of this chapter)