pungent peasant girl

Chapter 312 is a joke
"What's the matter?" Qingrong asked the follower.

The entourage swallowed, "Princess, there is something I don't know if I should tell you."

"What, just say what you want!" Mo Yan said impatiently.

"Just now, while waiting for the prince and concubine, the slave went to another place and found out that the Weiluo Silk Shop has opened again."

"what!"

Qingrong immediately frowned, "Are you serious? But didn't you say the door is closed?"

"That's right, the previous shop was not only closed, but also stopped doing business, but for some reason, it opened again elsewhere."

"This, how could this be—"

Qing Rong panicked, glanced at Mo Yan from the corner of her eye.

Mo Yan's eyes were filled with anger.

He grabbed Qingrong's wrist, "Qingrong, what did you tell me yesterday! Did you manage the matter well!"

"I think I've done it myself, but who knows, other shops will pop up. Could it be that the Weiluo Silk Company can't continue to do business, so they transferred to other places—"

Thinking of Meng Qianyan's words just now, Mo Yan suddenly threw Qingrong away, "Go get someone to investigate and investigate. I'm afraid this matter is not as simple as you imagined."

"Yes, I will investigate when I get back."

Back to the palace.

The first thing Qing Rong did was to find someone to investigate.

Then in the palace, waiting anxiously.

She finally found a way to find someone to destroy the business of Weiluo Silk Company.

Could it be that she did something wrong?

She couldn't figure out what was going on.

On the other side, Mo Yan's face was frighteningly cold.

She knows Mo Yan's temperament too well.

She was also very afraid of him.

Two hours later, several people she sent out came back one after another.

"How?" She came to the yard and asked anxiously, "Is there a mistake? The Weiluo Silk Shop is obviously closed."

"My lord, my concubine, that silk store is indeed closed, and now that silk store has become the warehouse of Weiluo Clothing Workshop. However, Weiluo Silk store has opened elsewhere, and this opening, It’s not just opening a store.”

The more Qing Rong listened, the more startled he became, "What do you mean?"

"Eight families, Wangfei, there are eight families." When the visitor said this, his face turned pale, "These eight families are located in the east, west, south, and north of the city. Now it can be said that the entire capital , there are shops of Weiluo Silk Co., Ltd. everywhere.”

Another person added: "Also, they are now promoting the opening of the new shop everywhere, and they are also promoting the cooperation between Weiluo Tailored Clothing Workshop and Weiluo Silk Shop in the palace. In this way, I am afraid they will attract A large number of guests flow into Weiluo."

Qingrong staggered, "How could this be—"

"Princess, instead of tripping Wei Luo this time, we provided Wei Luo with an opportunity to change."

"This--"

"idiot!"

Mo Yan's angry voice sounded behind him.

Qingrong turned around and knelt down on the ground in an instant, "My lord, it's my fault. I was too careless this time."

Mo Yan's eyes were frighteningly cold.

Qingrong was almost trembling.

"Hmph, how did you promise the king last night that what you said was absolutely true. This morning, you were still mocking her in the palace without shame and self-righteousness! Now you see for yourself, you are a joke!" Mo Yan viciously He scolded fiercely, "If you don't have the ability, don't dangle in front of this king in the future!"

"My lord, I know I'm wrong. It's because I didn't do a good job. My lord, I didn't think about it. It's really a business matter, and it's my first contact with me. My lord, I beg you to give me another chance." Give it a chance." Qing Rong was so frightened that tears were streaming down her face, and she begged for mercy.

"My lord, as a concubine, I really don't know how to do business. This time it's my servant who made a mistake, but my lord sees that my servant has no credit but also has to work hard. For the sake of serving my lord every day, I beg my lord not to be angry."

half an hour.

Mo Yan took a deep breath, "Get up first."

"Yes, my lord." Qingrong stood up, looking at Mo Yan eagerly, "My lord, as long as my lord gives me another chance, I promise that this will not happen again."

Mo Yan thought for a while, then said in a deep voice: "Well, I will give you another chance."

Qingrong's face brightened, "Thank you, my lord. I just don't know, what my lord is referring to—"

"Hmph, have you forgotten? I just told the emperor's grandmother today that Concubine Yang will prepare the spring banquet for several years. You have dealt with Concubine Yang so many times before, you should know what this king means."

Qing Rong rolled his eyes, "My lord means to use this spring banquet to deal with Princess Yihuan and Luo Ziyan!"

"Yes, that's what this king means. Luo Ziyan can be called Mo Yun's right-hand man, as long as he pulls the couple down hard, he will definitely hurt Mo Yun!"

"Okay, I understand, I must make a good plan with Concubine Yang, and I will definitely satisfy the prince!"

"How is it? Is the princess satisfied?"

Two sets of newly-tailored uniform dragon robes are on the rack.

Meng Qianyan walked around the two sets of clothes twice.

"Haha, Lin Baoyang, your craftsmanship is really good. There are so many tailors out there, ten of them together can't compare to your workmanship alone."

"That's right, how else can I enter the palace and be in the Imperial Clothing Workshop?"

"Well, I'm very satisfied, you fold it up for me, I'll wait a while, wait for the father to go to the morning court, and send him to the Qinzheng Hall."

This is already four or five days after meeting Qing Rong last time.

Now, eight Weiluo silk shops have opened in the capital.

If you want to come, then Qingrong and Mo Yun should have already heard the news.

I just don't know if they are still as happy as they were that day?

Ha ha.

It's really boring to trouble the Luo family.

Lin Baoyang folded the clothes and put them on the tray, "Princess."

"Thank you, I will give you a good word with my father."

"Congratulations to the princess."

Meng Qianyan came out of Yuyifang and arrived at the Palace of Qinzheng.

It's also a coincidence.

Here, the emperor has just come down from the morning court, and he has not had time to change the court clothes and is walking here.

No, just hit right.

"My son sees my father!"

The emperor saw Meng Qianyan and smiled, "Hey, Taohua, you can be considered to have come to see me, isn't my eyes dazzled?"

"Hey, the father made fun of the son again, probably because he dislikes the son for not coming to see the father recently."

"As long as you know."

"Royal father, I have been wronged there. Although I didn't come to Qinzheng Palace, I have always thought of my father in my heart. Here, these two sets of dragon robes are drawings drawn by me, and they were cut by Lin Baoyang. As soon as Erchen got it today, he immediately sent it to the father."

"Oh? For me?"

"Yes."

"Then bring it, I have to try it."

(End of this chapter)