My husband is the future emperor

What else does the middle-aged woman want to say, Gu Qingcheng coldly interrupted, "she is not my girl, she is my best sister. Also, she can afford every dress here."

The middle-aged woman obviously didn't believe this, "madam, I can see that you sympathize with the servant, but if you sympathize with the servant again, you don't have to lower your worth and say that the girl is your sister?"

Moreover, even if the lady says so, she can't afford to buy clothes here because of her girl's face and her girl's dress.

There are three things in this world that can never be hidden.

Poverty, cough and love, the more you want to hide, the more you want to cover up.

Gu Qingcheng: "......"

"The girl looks submissive and afraid of talking. It's obviously a servant's face. How can there be such an aura like you, madam?"

People are serious masters, and noble and confident are revealed in their bones.

As long as Gu Qingcheng stood there and said nothing, she could see that she was a master.

The kind that is beautiful, charming and beloved by your husband.

"Madam, the master and servant are destined to be different. You are much higher than her. You are destined to be unable to be sisters with her."

Middle aged women think that such flattery will make Gu Qingcheng very happy.

Once happy, she will definitely buy a lot of things from her. She is the shopping guide here. The more clothes she sells, the more money she gets every month.

She was already wondering how much money she could get this month.

But the fact is that her flattery didn't get to the point, which also attracted Gu Qingcheng's disgust.

But the middle-aged woman is a man without eyes. She chattered and continued: "madam, you are so kind to a servant. It seems that you are kind. But I suggest you go out and buy your own clothes. Don't worry about a servant."

Yan zhixia listened and his head dropped lower and lower.

The middle-aged woman deliberately pushed Yan zhixia in the past, flattered herself and stood at the nearest place to Gu Qingcheng, "madam, just buy some clothes. They are the latest models and look good."

Gu Qingcheng ignored the middle-aged woman, went to Yan zhixia, took Yan zhixia's hand and said, "I'm here, don't be afraid."

The middle-aged woman completely ignored Yan zhixia. She then introduced the clothes in front of her to Gu Qingcheng, "madam, this white Ru skirt is made of chiffon. It feels smooth and comfortable to wear. If it is worn on you, it is definitely better than on a servant."

Servant?

Does she really look like a servant?

Yan zhixia began to doubt himself again.

Yin zhixia was one of the four beauties in the capital in those years. Even though she suffered in tiemul these years, her face was damaged. Now her face is hurt and swollen, but she is still very beautiful.

Her beauty is unmatched by ordinary people.

Middle aged women belittle Yan zhixia in this way, which is nothing more than trampling on the high and flattering people.

Gu Qingcheng wanted to stop the woman's mouth and said angrily, "Hey, old woman, I don't need you to guide me. Stay away from me."

"Madam?" she didn't want to leave.

At first glance, this is a man who will buy a lot of clothes.

Because Gu Qingcheng was wearing clothes from the south wind clothes Pavilion.

Even shoes and socks.

Obviously, she often comes here.

"Don't call me!" Gu Qingcheng didn't want to talk to the old woman. "If you shout again, be careful that I make you dumb."

The middle-aged woman doesn't understand where Gu Qingcheng's sudden anger comes from. She has grievances. At the same time, she also wants to win Gu Qingcheng's sympathy and attention with grievances.

She sucked her nose and said, "madam, you don't want to buy clothes here. You can directly say, why bother me like this?"

The middle-aged woman who looked down on people would never think that Gu Qingcheng hated her because she was not good at Yan zhixia.

"I embarrass you?" Gu Qingcheng sneered. "You think I'm idle!"

Middle aged woman:

Why is that?

"Leave her alone, let's continue to choose our clothes." Gu Qingcheng felt the coolness of Yan zhixia's hand, and she said: "Xia Xia, if you care too much about others, you can't live your own life."

Yan zhixia nodded, "I understand."

"Then we choose clothes?"

"Well, good."

Yan zhixia began to choose clothes confidently again. The middle-aged woman couldn't bear humiliation and found the head shopkeeper of Nanfeng clothes Pavilion.

She pointed to Yan zhixia, who was choosing clothes, and said, "shopkeeper, look, this smelly girl can't afford our clothes. She dares to touch our clothes with her dirty hands one by one."

"These clothes are made of superior fabrics. They are expensive. If they are damaged by her rough hands and feet, can she afford to pay for them?"

Servant, servant, servant again?

Yan zhixia turned around and looked at the source of the sound.

The shopkeeper often sent clothes to senior officials' homes. He knew many dignitaries and dignitaries. At a glance, he recognized Gu Qingcheng around Yan zhixia, now Princess Yunan and a regular guest of Nanfeng clothes Pavilion.

Every time she makes a move, she gives hundreds of silver, which is very generous.

She is the supreme guest of the south wind clothes Pavilion.

You can't serve well.

The shopkeeper personally poured Gu Qingcheng a cup of tea and respectfully said, "Princess Yunan is close, and the south wind clothes Pavilion is shining!"

"Don't talk about these empty things." Gu Qingcheng looked at the middle-aged woman who had just been provoking, "this woman has offended me and my sisters. What do you say?"

The middle-aged woman was stunned. In addition to Gu Qingcheng's identity, she hurriedly said, "I just told the truth. How can I offend?"

"What do you say?" Gu Qingcheng's voice was very cold.

"I'm right, too. The girls around the princess just can't afford the clothes here!" the middle-aged woman repeated what she had just said.

After a pause, she said, "besides, in this capital, who can afford clothes here?"

"Shut up." Gu Qingcheng hates this woman talking.

Middle aged woman: "......"

Dare not offend others.

I had to shut up.

"Shopkeeper, what do you think?" Gu Qingcheng pulled Yan zhixia in front of him and said, "look at her face carefully. Do you think she can afford the clothes here?"

The shopkeeper looked at Yan zhixia's face carefully and felt more familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was for a while.

"Shopkeeper, do you know Lord yin?" Gu Qingcheng reminded.

Lord yin?

At the foot of the emperor, there are several adults surnamed Yin.

There is no one but the man who is quick and resolute.

After this reminder, the shopkeeper looked at Yan zhixia's face for a while, and suddenly realized, "this is Miss Yin!"

"You have a little wink."

The shopkeeper smiled and said, "but now you can't call Miss Yin. It should be the nine imperial concubines in southern Xinjiang."