Daughter's favorite concubine: Don't come here, the black-bellied prince

Chapter 48
After talking with Shen Yunluo for a long time, before I knew it, it was already dusk, and lamps began to be lit in various places in the General's Mansion.

As soon as she entered Fuyun Courtyard, Xin Meng was startled when she saw Ying Xia standing motionless in the courtyard.Originally, Yingxia saw that she hadn't returned for a long time, and there was nothing wrong with waiting for her in the yard. It was Yingxia's straight eyes that scared her.

Turning her head to follow Yingxia's line of sight, Xinmeng found a hazy black shadow near the low wall, and she couldn't help being shocked again.Just as he was about to take a closer look, the black figure walked out of his hiding place and raised his hands and fists at Xinmeng.

"Miss Shen, I am under the order of my master to bring this object to Miss Shen."

The person in front of him is dressed in black clothes, who else could he be besides Yan Qing with a paralyzed face.

There is no need to hide in the dark to be scary when sending things!Xin Meng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and took the things Yan Qing handed over.The tentacles were cold, looking down under the light, the thing in the palm was no more than half a foot long, it was the dagger that Xiao Lang gave her in the prime minister's residence and kept temporarily.

"Yan Qing, thank the Eighth Prince for me." As soon as Yan Qing was gone, Xinmeng became anxious, "Yan Qing, I still have something to say." She didn't dare to speak too loudly for fear of alarming others. Qing hadn't gone far when she heard her telling him to turn back.

Lived up to expectations, a black shadow suddenly fell in front of him, and a deep voice sounded at the same time: "If you want to thank you, there is no need. Before coming, the master said that this is something that has been given to you. He stayed by his side to look at it and was upset. , send it over to see what is out of sight."

It's haunting, trying to scare people to death!Xin Meng was slandering, when she heard Yan Qing's words, she immediately dimmed her eyes.Is Xiao Lang still angry?Then how did she ask him for help?

But she didn't want to give up easily, and decided to give it a try, after all, that person was elusive, without Xiao Lang's help, she could only go to Qiling Pavilion to find him.Ke Xinmeng's knowledge of Qiling Pavilion comes from her previous life. At this time, she has not started to contact Qiling Pavilion, so she should know nothing about the mysterious Qiling Pavilion.

"The Eighth Prince is still angry with me?" Xin Meng felt that it was necessary to confirm with Yan Qing.

Yan Qing glanced at her, snorted softly, and didn't speak.The master is so beautiful that both humans and gods are angry, but she can do it?That red and swollen palm print made him feel distressed even when he saw it.

"My eldest lady is asking you something!" Ying Xia glared at Yan Qing, but when he gave Yan Qing a cold look, she timidly shrank back and hid behind Xin Meng.

The shadow of being stunned by Yan Qing has remained until now, so that when Yingxia saw Yan Qing, she was inexplicably terrified.The reason why he dared to confront Yan Qing for so long just now was because he was eager to protect the lord. He was afraid that Yan Qing would break into the Missy's boudoir and be found out, which would ruin the Missy's reputation. At this time, he yelled loudly because he was dissatisfied with Yan Qing for ignoring the Missy.

"Yingxia, go to the room and light a burner of tranquilizing incense." Not wanting Yingxia to be afraid while guarding her tremblingly, Xinmeng found an excuse to send her away, and then said to Yan Qing, "I know I was wrong. Send a message to the Eighth Prince for me, and ask him to gather in the Yingbin Building at noon tomorrow, and I will scare the Eighth Prince."

Apologize?That's about it!Yan Qing said coolly: "I will tell the master what Miss Shen said, but the master is very busy, so I don't necessarily go."

"..." Xinmeng was mad in her heart.If Xiao Lang is busy, there will be no one in Dashang who is not busy.But she still maintained a warm smile, polite and polite, "Then, I will trouble you."

"Farewell!" Yan Qing cupped his fists again, his figure flashed and disappeared into the deep night instantly.

This time, Xinmeng didn't keep him.She stood in the yard for a moment before turning around and entering the room.Pushing open the door, a burst of fragrance came head-on.What Yingxia ordered was jasmine-flavored soothing incense.

Having nothing to say all night, Xinmeng woke up early the next morning, washed up and went out with Yingxia and Songchun.In addition to entertaining Xiao Lang in the Yingbin Building, she also had to go to the Four Seasons Workshop first.

Before getting into the carriage, Feng Shi chased him out, and once again begged to go out with Xinmeng.Xin dreamed of seeing what she was planning, so she didn't refuse her to follow.

Mrs. Feng got into the car, and when she heard that she was going to Four Seasons Workshop, she quickly smiled and said: "Miss, I know a cloth workshop called Yu Lanxian, which is even better than the ones produced by Four Seasons Workshop. Would you like this old slave to take you to see it?" ?”

Isn't Immortal Yulan the cloth shop where Tie Zhuzi, Feng's eldest son, was the shopkeeper in the previous life?It seems that the Feng family has already climbed the high branch of Xiao Yi in advance.

There is also a possibility that the Feng family had already been bought by Xiao Yi at this time in the previous life, and whenever he had the opportunity, he would speak well of Xiao Yi in front of her and encourage her to meet Xiao Yi in private.And she realized later that she never noticed Feng's betrayal. Even if she accidentally broke through the iron pillar after marriage and became the shopkeeper of Yulan Xian, and married the daughter of the housekeeper of the Seventh Prince's Mansion, she didn't care about that. think.

Xiao Yi, the behind-the-scenes boss of Yu Lanxian, makes high-quality fabrics, and the products are of course good, while the products of Sijifang are above-average.However, Xinmeng's trip was to prepare autumn and winter clothes for the servants of the General's Mansion in advance, there was no need to use Yulanxian's fabrics, and the General's Mansion was originally a regular customer of Sijifang.

Xin dreamed of knowing what medicine was sold in Feng's gourd, so she put Songchun down at the gate of Sijifang, explained a few precautions, and let Songchun choose the fabric by herself.

The housekeeper, Shen Fu, notified Four Seasons Square yesterday, so the owner of Four Seasons Square had already ordered someone to prepare a batch of fabrics. He just waited for the young lady who is now in charge of the general's mansion to come, and after looking at it, he selected the fabrics he liked. That's it.And Songchun has been taking care of the Ruyi Embroidery Workshop, and has enough understanding of fabrics to be fully qualified for this job.

The carriage moved again, and this time, as Feng Shi wished, he went straight to Yulan Xian.

Seeing the person in the dark purple brocade robe turning around slowly, Xinmeng secretly called out "No, I've been tricked", but it was too late to leave, so she could only smile respectfully. Stepping forward to salute: "My daughter has met the Seventh Prince!"

"Excuse me!" Xiao Yi had a surprised expression on his face, "It's such a coincidence to meet Miss Shen here!"

What a coincidence, isn't this your shop?It's clear that someone secretly passed on the news, Seventh Prince, you are here to block me.Xinmeng became irritable and couldn't help but cast a slight glance at Feng Shi.

Feng Shi looked away guiltily, and quietly retreated to the corner after Xinmeng withdrew her gaze, trying to reduce the sense of presence as much as possible.

"Miss Shen is here to see the fabrics, right?" Xiao Yi waved at the shopkeeper without waiting for Xinmeng's answer, "Bring out all the best fabrics."

"Yes, Seventh Prince." The shopkeeper responded, then turned his head and shouted to the back room, "Get the fabric, hurry up!"

As soon as the door curtain was lifted, five or six people came out of the back room in a file, each holding two or three bolts of exquisite cloth in their arms, and placed them on the stage in a row.

(End of this chapter)