The little wife of the peasant prince

Chapter 279 282 Embroidered Purse

Forehead!Ok.

"As long as it is embroidered by Yi Huan, my sister likes it very much." Wang You handed the embroidered handkerchief back to the little girl.

Liu Yihuan took the embroidered handkerchief, and said shyly, "Sister~"

"Well, what's the matter?" Wangyou took a sip of tea, and looked at Liu Yihuan questioningly.

The little girl has never been a coy person, what happened today?
"Sister, Yihuan will embroider your purse for sister? Who will embroider brother-in-law's purse?" Liu Yihuan blinked mischievously after she finished speaking.

"Cough, cough, cough." Wangyou choked the unfinished tea directly into his throat, and couldn't help coughing out, so fierce that tears almost came out.

Is the little girl Ganqing waiting for her here?

"Sister, are you okay? Don't worry, it won't be unrelated. I can learn it, and my sister will definitely learn it too.

That embroiderer is very good at teaching, Yihuan knows that my sister is very busy, it doesn't matter to my sister, I have been studying very hard these days, if my sister learns, I can teach my sister. "

The clear and innocent almond eyes stared straight at Wangyou, full of expectation and confidence.

Wangyou felt hairy from the little girl's stare, and coughed lightly: "Sister won't study anymore, it's good for Yihuan to learn, your brother-in-law already has a purse."

"I do not have."

Wangyou raised his head and looked at the slender figure who was walking in, only feeling a sudden pain in his temple!

This dead man didn't come back sooner or later, but he came back at this time and eavesdropped on their conversation.

Wangyou hasn't figured out how to get over this embarrassing scene, Liu Yihuan is like a dedicated translator.

"Sister, brother-in-law said he didn't have a purse."

Wangyou intuited that the veins on his forehead were throbbing, his little hands were clenched into fists, and he had the urge to throw the little girl out.

"Yeah, Ayou, are you going to embroider a purse for me? Wow, that's great!"

Wangyou: "..."

She didn't want to talk anymore, and she didn't want to talk to the two people in front of her.

So, in the following days, Wangyou had an extra task, learning embroidery with Liu Yihuan every night.

But she was born to have a conflict with the needle, the handkerchief was not embroidered with flowers, and flowers were directly poked on her fingers.

Seeing that Liu Yihuan and A Xu felt distressed, they had no choice but to give up in the end.

As time goes by, it is the twelfth lunar month, and entering the twelfth lunar month, the taste of the year is even stronger.

A year of hard work has paid off, and there is more spare time. Xiangxiulou is full of business every night, and the other run-off houses are gloomy.

But those families were not far behind, and quietly sent people into the Xiangxiu building to watch the performance and the girls' new clothes.

Not to mention, there are really imitations, the three well-to-do brothels are fighting to the death, the three small brothels have no way out, the closed ones are closed, and the annexed ones are annexed.

In addition to the imitation of clothes, there are also performances, such as the dance of Xiangxiulou, and after a month, Nephrite Pavilion and Zuimenglou will inevitably appear.

Needless to say, catwalks were the first to be imitated.

Xiangxiulou still stands in the leading position by virtue of continuous innovation.

Xiangniang stood in front of Wangyou anxiously. If this continues, everyone will experience visual fatigue, and Xiangxiulou will definitely go downhill.

"Xiangniang, don't worry, since people are copying, let's change our clothes and always be at the forefront, and others will only copy."

"Has the director already made up his mind?"

"En!" Wangyou nodded, "Let's take a look."

As he spoke, he handed a pamphlet to Xiangniang, and Xiangniang's eyes lit up.

(End of this chapter)