Abandoned Women: The First Secret Service Concubine

Chapter 224 Trap
Therefore, Doudou became bolder day by day.Now Feng Yao told her, but she only obeyed her mouth, but she couldn't help being curious in her heart, so she climbed to the window sill and listened.

Feng Yao came to the yard, first asked Hua Lu who was running out of breath to sit down, and then asked: "What's the situation, please tell me carefully?"

Then, Hua Lu told what she had seen, and at the end, she couldn't help saying angrily: "Shameless! It's shameless! Ma'am, how should we teach them a lesson?"

After Feng Yao heard this, a smile could not help but appear on her lips.From her point of view, these days have passed before Qiutangyuan thought of imitating, which was a little later than she expected.

Seeing that Feng Yao could still laugh, Hua Lu couldn't help being stunned: "Ma'am? They stole our clothes, why are you still laughing?"

Feng Yao comforted her, "Don't be angry. Think about it, are their clothes similar to ours?"

Hua Lu said angrily: "It's more than similar? It's almost the same! The color, pattern, and style are almost made by comparing with ours!"

"So, when others go to their house to buy clothes, in fact, our reputation is still ours." Feng Yao patted her on the shoulder and said with a smile.

Hualu couldn't help being stunned.

Seeing that she didn't understand, Feng Yao explained patiently: "In Huangsha Town, the first one to make the pattern of the train is our family?"

Hualu nodded.

"Others bought Qiutangyuan's clothes because they were cheap, but not because of their creativity. Because the clothes they sold were our imitations, so when others wore them, they would only say they bought them from Fengxu Pavilion. "Feng Yao said again.

This time, Hualu understood a little bit, what she wants to dress up is to look good.Who would tell others that he couldn't afford the clothes of Fengxu Pavilion, so he bought the imitations of Qiutang Court?

Just like Fengyao's previous life, there were many imitations of donkey brand and Xiaoxiangjia.However, how many people have admitted it openly?It was so much that he knew it in his heart, but he pretended to be happy and said: "Oh, I don't know how much I bought it for. My husband gave it to me."

"But, ma'am, our business has decreased!" Hua Lu pouted.

"What? Who was crying and complaining every day, too tired to move?" Feng Yao couldn't help joking.

"It's Sister Hualu!" In the room behind him, a round head protruded from the window and said loudly, "Sister Hualu is still rolling on the bed! Shame!"

"Go, go! Brat, if you make trouble again, I'll beat you!" Hua Lu stared at Doudou in the window.Hualu has become more and more depressed these days, where did the once cute and cute little guy go?This one in front of him is completely a little devil!

I saw Feng Yao also lowered her face, and said: "You finished writing your big characters? Who told you to stop?"

Doudou stuck out her tongue, climbed off the table and retracted.It's just that when climbing down, he accidentally knocked over the pen, and rolled up the half-drawn picture Feng Yao had just drawn, obliterating it into a mess.Doudou couldn't help widening her eyes, feeling a little scared.

Fengyao didn't know about it yet, but seeing Doudou retreating, she looked away, looked at Hualu again and said, "It's true that we have fewer customers. However, this Huangsha Town is very big, and our family is small. Little Bufang, can you eat it?"

The cake is big, and the total score is one point.Originally, monopoly was not a normal form of business, and Feng Yao never thought that she was the only one in this business.

Although, this idea was brought by her.

"Then, let's just leave it alone?" Hua Lu frowned, both impatient and disappointed.

Feng Yao smiled lightly and said, "Of course I can't just do nothing."

Hua Lu's eyes lit up immediately, and she quickly asked: "Madam, what should we do?" She knew that Madam is the most powerful, and there is always a way.

Feng Yao smiled mysteriously, and said: "I can't tell you now. Well, I have my own ideas about this matter, you can go back, and Huarui and the others don't panic."

"Madam, why don't you tell me first?" Hua Lu was so anxious that she couldn't help but ask.However, no matter how much she begged, she just couldn't ask an answer, just pouted her small mouth, and walked away resentfully.

After Hualu left, Feng Yao went back to the house.Standing at the table, he picked up his pen and planned to continue the interrupted composition.After the sweet-scented osmanthus festival, the days were rarely peaceful, so Feng Yao put most of her energy on ideas.Every now and then, I think of a new dish for Wuyoulou, and I conceive various styles of clothes every day.And, get down to the heels business.

At present, only Murong Xier is wearing high heels alone, and outsiders can't understand the tricks, they only think that Murong Xier has stuffed the inside of the shoes.Besides, the smart masters in the palace looked down on this business opportunity, and the palace people didn't have the courage to go out to do business with the shoes worn by the princess.

Therefore, the business of high heels will not be snatched away anytime soon.However, Feng Yao was preparing.It was already late October, and the Chinese New Year would be two months away.By the spring and summer of next year, things in Huangsha Town will probably be almost done, and it will be time to develop in Beijing.

By then, Qu Ju must have become popular, and the reputation of Fengxu Pavilion has also been established.Then the high-heeled shoes business, with Murong Xier and others as living models, are you afraid that the business will not be easy?Moreover, because it was a project to be built, Feng Yao didn't tell anyone, and no one started preparations, just prepared the blueprints.

Just when Feng Yao picked up the paintbrush and was about to continue with the unfinished drawing, she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.

Feng Yao has some small habits when drawing, for example, she will habitually draw half a stroke more when the stroke turns.But the lines on this drawing are slender and clean, and the lines are slender and clean from beginning to end.This picture is not the one she made just now.

Feng Yao looked down, and saw that the wastebasket was clean, and there were no leftover paper balls.There are only a few people in the house, and Doudou is still in the house, who will touch her picture?Thinking of Doudou poking her head out and taunting Hua Lu just now, Feng Yao's heart moved, and she turned her head to look back.

Coincidentally, Doudou quickly lowered her head, pretending to be serious about writing big characters.Right next to his hand, there was a neat stack of freshly cut paper, and at the bottom was an apparently used paper with some rough edges.

Feng Yao couldn't help being amused, and asked, "Doudo, did someone touch my drawings just now?"

Doudou raised her head dully, her small mouth moved, as if she wanted to deny it, but when she saw Feng Yao's gentle smiling face, she couldn't help but blush.Lowering her head, she whispered, "I'm sorry, mother, I just ruined your painting."

"So, you drew this picture?" Feng Yao raised her eyebrows and asked again.

Doudou raised her eyes slightly, looked at Fengyao, saw that Fengyao didn't look annoyed, straightened her chest and said, "Well, it's me."

Feng Yao pinched the drawing, looked at Doudou for a while, and then nodded: "Well, it's good to think about making up for something wrong."

Doudou finally heaved a sigh of relief, and his face was a little happy: "Daddy said that it is not terrible to make mistakes, but the terrible thing is that you don't know how to make up for it. That is a cowardly act."

As soon as Murong Yu was mentioned, the little guy straightened his chest, and the expression on his little face was extremely proud.

Feng Yao was angry and funny, as if since Murong Yu moved in, this little guy has become more and more like a little boy, extremely mischievous.But he is smart, and often does bad things without showing his whereabouts, causing others to suffer.

For example, Hualu often suffers from Doudou's bad intentions.For example, when eating, Doudou passed salt to Hualu as sugar.Or when the dew is sleeping, ten fingers are stained with ink, and the face is covered with black marks quietly painted with dew.Hualu has been annoying him recently, and she doesn't like to play with him anymore.

Feng Yao also had some headaches, and planned to discuss with Murong Yu, how can she discipline this little guy who has changed his mind?Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look up into the west room.However, all he could see was a plain curtain.

Since Murong Yu moved in here, he didn't show up much, and he often sat in the West Room during the day, dealing with various documents.Feng Yao can often see carrier pigeons flying in, or Wuhen appearing out of nowhere, holding letters one by one and handing them to Murong Yu.

From the first day Murong Yu lived here, he transferred many forces here, such as Wuhen, a master of masters.For Yu Fengyao, the location of Wuji's whereabouts can often be detected through intuition.

But Wuhen often confuses Feng Yao's direction.He is like an independent wind, sometimes static, blending into the static things;

What Feng Yao admires most about Murong Yu is that not only is he immersed in his official duties, but he also doesn't have anyone around him to serve him.No maids, no servants, nothing.When I was thirsty, I came out to pour water by myself, and when I was hungry, I came out to eat at the appointed time. I never asked anyone for anything.

Of course, this is all on the bright side.In private, he often looked at her with wide open eyes, calling her "Yao'er" in a warm voice, angry and resentful.On that handsome and pure face, with such a soft look on his face, even a concubine with a heart as hard as iron can't resist it.

Shaking her head, Feng Yao picked up a pen and laid paper, and began to write a letter to Yu Wuyou.As for Fengxu Pavilion, the next step has already been planned.

Two quarters of an hour later, Feng Yao put down her pen, lifted the two corners of the letter paper, and gently blew on the wet ink.Then he took out an envelope, folded the letter paper and stuffed it in.When he came to the courtyard, he called Wuji, and said, "Hand this letter to Yu Wuyou, hurry up."

Wuji accepted the letter with a dull head, nodded, expressing that he understood.

Feng Yao raised her feet and went back to the house, glanced at the West Room, thinking to herself that it had been a while since she had breakfast, and Murong Yu hadn't come out for a drink yet.He walked to the table, poured a glass of warm water and brought it in.

Murong Yu was writing something on a document at the moment, when he heard familiar footsteps approaching, he stopped writing and raised his head.When she saw the teacup in Feng Yao's hand, she couldn't help but smile slightly: "Yao'er."

Feng Yao handed over the cup and asked him, "How is the situation recently?"

For political matters, Feng Yao has no talent, and she can't come up with an idea even if she asks herself, so she just ignores it.It's just that I occasionally ask a few words to show my concern.After all, part of what Murong Yu did was for her, for Doudou.

Murong Yu's thin lips moved to the edge of the cup, gracefully drank the water in the cup, and then said with a smile: "It's going well, Yao'er doesn't have to worry about it."

Actually it didn't go well.Since the exposure at the Osmanthus festival banquet, the emperor, prince, empress, prime minister's mansion, Anguo mansion, etc., many forces have begun to pay attention to him.However, they also uncovered some dirty things, and some people guessed that he was involved with the third prince Murong Ping.

(End of this chapter)