Chapter Seventy-Three: The Bureau of Cloth

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Mrs. Chen has even considered this back road, how can she not think about it: if one day, Sifei's life experience is turned over, how will she defend herself?

She must have thought about throwing a scapegoat! Who to throw? It can't be her own daughter Siling. Did you turn your face and frame Si Xiao? Not to mention the love between mother and son over the years. Si Fei really came back, Si Xiao was the only existence that could overpower Si Fei, how could Mrs. Chen cut off her arm to help. In that case, only An Xiang will bear the blame.

No wonder Mrs. Chen has been obsessed with An Xiang recently, and even sat back and watched her give Belle a blood test and hand the blood test sheet to Chen Dashuai as if she were a talisman! This is Mrs. Chen's small favor, controlling An Xiang under her own claws, and throwing it out if necessary!

An Xiang may not have guessed Mrs. Chen's thoughts, but what can she do? It's impossible to escape from the ends of the earth! If you stay in the Chen family, then only Mrs. Yang Chen will have to snort. Fall out with Mrs. Chen, die faster. As a smart person, she might as well accept the trap and earn some immediate benefits - and at the same time help Mrs. Chen desperately, clamp Yin Aizhu to death, and prevent her and her son from having any chance to reappear in Chen Dashuai's field of vision. So Mrs. Chan had a powerful lackey.

Mrs. Chen's bureau is so wonderful and poisonous!

Si Ling is all connected. Now that the whole thing was through, my heart became more and more full of sorrow, and I sat there silent for a while. Tao Kun teased her: "Hey, the two of them can't starve to death for the time being, why are you more sad?" ”

Si Ling said angrily: "Don't do your business!" Don't ask! His eyes were red, the color of a flame, but there was a bag of tears in his voice.

Tao Kun didn't ask, waited for her for a while, and said softly: "What about people, sometimes I have to think about it." It would be nice if the result was hopeful and could be done. The cause and effect, if there is nothing to be done, don't think about it. The more I think about it, the more confusing it becomes. ”

Si Ling was grateful to him for his Lan Xinhui's quality, but—"You don't need to persuade him. I'm just uncomfortable! ”

Tao Kun smiled at her leisurely.

Si Ling was annoyed again: "What are you laughing at?!" ”

Tao Kun replied: "I heard that when the Buddha Shakyamuni was a prince, he saw a farmer plowing the plough and injuring countless small insects, and was saddened by the fact that the creatures of heaven and earth slaughtered each other, and the bad karma was fruitless, so he became enlightened and became a Buddha. Your compassion is close to the Buddha's path. ”

Si Ling disagreed: "This analogy is wrong. What can people do to hurt insects, then the Buddha is too boring. My problem is different now! Family tragedy doesn't have to happen, does it? ”

Tao Kun said: "From the Buddha's point of view, what is the difference between a wife and a concubine, a person and an insect? ”

The tone is leisurely, with a kind of melancholy, quite capable of bluffing.

Si Ling was stunned for a moment, but still shook his head: "I don't understand." But I don't think you're right. ”

Okay! Tao Kun changed the subject: "A-Ning came here and asked me for an idea, saying if she wants to forgive you?" ”

Si Ling was suddenly nervous: "What do you say." ”

Tao Kun said: "What can I say? You don't forgive yourself. ”

Si Ling lowered his head and pulled the leaf next to him and rubbed it in his hand, and suddenly remembered: "I have something to give you, if you can give it to Xu Ning, give it to her." Otherwise, you have to find a way to deal with it, and it is not a matter to stay with me. And he said the stone dove.

Tao Kun owed: "Okay." The young lady will come first, and I will come later. ”

Si Ling went back first, and no one thought of cross-examination. Not long after, Tao Kun and a middle-aged master arrived with a bag. Although the master is Tao Kun's predecessor, the handicraft is really not good, but fortunately he also knows his shortcomings, and he has to rely on hugging a thick thigh to beg for a bowl of rice, so he is willing to be Tao Kun's follower. Tao Kun knew that he was young and couldn't hold down the field many times, so he took him out to run together. For example, in a mansion like the Chen family, a young tailor and a middle-aged master are much more pleasing to the eye. After saluting, Tao Kun hung his head and stood aside, still like a junior apprentice, very humble, the middle-aged master was responsible for taking out the new cheongsam to show the customer, sure enough, it was the material of Yanyun, the style was not a little tricky, it couldn't be simpler, at most there were bundles and flower buckles, wear it and try it, and it fit very well. Si Ling looked at himself in the mirror and could not comment.

It's not that the material is bad, or the clothes are bad, but it'......

When she first saw this material, she felt that the continuous smoke clouds were like a beautiful scene, which she had never experienced, but she wanted to experience, and finally really took her body, and the whole person fell into that lingering melancholy, slightly numb from her back bones, and she couldn't tell why. The middle-aged master folded the clothes carefully, and Tao Kun asked, "Dare to be too old-fashioned?" ”

Si Ling glanced at him and said, "That's it." You change it again. ”

Tao Kun went as promised, and when he was about to go out, Mrs. Chen stopped her, her expression seemed to be very peaceful, and she said slowly: "What clothes does Miss want?" ”

Tao Kun just bowed, as if his mouth was so clumsy that he couldn't even speak. The middle-aged master played a useful role, and respectfully replied: "Madam, it is a cheongsam with a gray background flowing cloud pattern, with a middle collar, long to the ankles, and a slit to the knees. ”

Mrs. Chen said, "Oh? Take it out and I'll take a look. ”

Tao Kun and the middle-aged master opened the cheongsam and lifted it, and trembled. Mrs. Chen looked at the burden on the ground: "This is a bit boring. ”

Tao Kun bowed and said, "Just as Mrs. said." ”

Mrs. Chen looked at him and smiled: "I heard that Miss has been to your shop?" ”

Tao Kun bowed his head and said, "Miss misses the old." But we don't dare to call ourselves old neighbors. Miss's daughter and jade body, it should be our door-to-door service. ”

Mrs. Chen's complexion was a little pale. Tao Kun took a step forward and said in a low voice: "There is one thing, I'm afraid that the small one is too talkative." ”

Mrs. Chen looked at the people next to her, and led Tao Kun to the side door with her mother. She herself then came in and asked, "What is the matter?" ”

Tao Kun said that the ninth aunt of the Du family came to the door with Wen Ruyu, said to make clothes, and brought out Chen Dashuai's matter, and finally said: "We take serving the grandmothers as our own responsibility, and we don't dare to say much about what we hear, but the two of them don't avoid people when they speak, I'm afraid that someone will spread it after all, and it will be inconvenient for the second lady to hear it, so I don't dare not inform my wife first." ”

Mrs. Chen's heart was also beating suddenly, and she finally suppressed it, and asked Tao Kun in her heart: "It's rare that you have a good heart!" I don't want to hide it from you, but I am also guilty of this, and since you make clothes for them, do you know what kind of people they are and who they usually associate with? Tell me, good boy. ”