The bottle matter is over, but the opening of the store is in full swing. Although money is something outside the body, the laws of society apply everywhere, and it is not a pastime that a penny is difficult for a hero.

There is another thing that has to be said, when the Yuan prince came to visit Yu Qian, he also brought another message from Bei An Huang.

It's okay to open a shop, but you have to put on the royal name. To put it bluntly, it is equivalent to a modern state-owned enterprise, your technology is novel, your things are special, and everyone can see the benefits in it, but this can only belong to the state.

What Miaozhi agreed to was a share of profits, and the emperor really looked up to himself, and he actually came to a five-five opening. This saves a lot of trouble, I thought I would have to run around to find a suitable kiln and carving master, but now it is complete without much effort.

In short, society is so realistic, and you will always have to put on a low posture with those in high places. Miao Zhi's heart is like a mirror, if she doesn't agree, this store doesn't have to be opened.

The contract was signed in black and white, and the prince Yuan started to do things. In the bustling and densely populated street, she directly purchased a shop for her, and the size of the pen is amazing. Miao Zhi didn't push down the shop rented by Xiangyan first, she kept an eye on it, and she could sell some others.

Shen Yuqian took the medicine, the toxicity was slowly suppressed, and his face was much more ruddy than before. It's just that the body can no longer be as strong as before, and the lip color is still faintly pale.

Tomorrow is the day when the new store opens, and Miao Zhi has been running back and forth between the shop, Jingzhuyuan and her Mandarin Pavilion these days.

On dog days, the pine and bamboo leaves of the "Crystal Bamboo Garden" are dense, and the small dark green bamboo leaves dance up and down in the breeze, cutting the sunlight into spots of different sizes and projecting them down. In the neatly repaired flower beds by the wall are gorgeous and dazzling impatiens and begonias, and the plump and huge petals can see translucent and round water droplets, and a small maid is carrying a small bucket and holding a wooden spoon to water them carefully.

In front of the stone table, a man with a slender body and a slightly bent back sat there handsomely. His blue-gray robe was slightly wrinkled, and his slender fingers clenched into fists under his wide sleeves.

Xian Yuqian sat quietly, his sword eyebrows twisted together on his resolute face. He bit the corners of his pale lips, his face filled with sorrow.

When Xiaomei told him that he was poisoned, his body would be different than before, and he didn't care too much. But when he picked up the long sword today, he found that he was floating under his feet, and he couldn't stand on his feet at all, let alone dance the steel sword in his hand.

He bit his lower lip even tighter, and his whole body trembled slightly from frustration. Huo Ran's whole body relaxed again, and Shen Yuqian looked at the row of whitish crescent marks in his palm, and the corners of his mouth flashed with a touch of mockery.

Now that he has become a waste, not to mention practicing swords, even his life is continued with that elixir, and he doesn't know when he will be recruited by the king of Hades.

A sneer escaped his throat, and his eyes darkened.

Miao Zhi stepped into the "Jingzhu Garden" quickly, and what came into her eyes was the back of Shen Yuqian's depression, she paused at the door, and her heart suddenly rippled with infinite distress, his eldest brother, the sunny and handsome eldest brother, was now tortured into this appearance.

The faint light of water suddenly spread throughout her eyes, she gently wiped away the teardrops with a handkerchief, adjusted her affection, and opened her mouth crisply with a smile on her face.

"Guess who I am?" A pair of soft and slender hands attached to Shen Yuqian's eyes, and the delicate and fragrant smell of her daughter's house snorted.

"Zhi'er, you're back." It seems that only in front of the little sister will his mood improve, he said softly, and slowly pulled her white and tender little hand down.

"Big brother, are you thinking nonsense again? I told you that your poison was only temporary. You just need to eat well, sleep well, and take good care of your body. ”

Miao Zhi sat down, looking at Shen Yuqian with a smile in her bright and bright eyes, holding his arm tightly with a pair of soft eyes, as if she was afraid that he would not hear, and shook it gently like a coquette.

"The day after tomorrow is the opening of Zhi'er's new store, and the eldest brother is also going to go to support Zhi'er's façade." She giggled, and the only step on her head shook back and forth with Pretty Beauty's shoulders.

The maid and servant quietly retreated, leaving the space for the two brothers and sisters in the courtyard. In the garden, which is not big or small, you can only hear the woman's crisp and pleasant voice, which is densely lingering in Shen Yuqian's heart.

Under the verdant bamboo forest, the black hair of the woman at the stone table was lifted by the mischievous breeze, and the man next to her had warm eyes gurgling, and he reached out to naturally smooth the naughty hair on her forehead to the back of her ears.

Even he didn't realize that the loneliness and frustration in the woman's crisp and pleasant voice had quietly disappeared.

The alley at the back door of the Bachelor's House. A plainly dressed woman cautiously came to the door, looked around, pressed the hat on her head, and tightened the burden on her shoulders. After hesitating again and again, he finally knocked on the narrow door of vermilion lacquer.

"Who, leave the gate and don't leave, knock on the back door." The little guy stretched, walked to the door with a curse, and asked through the door panel.

"Little brother, please open the door, I want to find your wife." The woman's voice was very low, as if she were afraid that someone else would hear her.

"Squeak", the narrow door opened, and the little maid only looked at her, and shouted impatiently; "Go, go, Madame, you can see it, if you want to eat, find another place to eat, don't disturb my sleep."

As he spoke, he yawned and was about to close the door. The woman stepped forward quickly, held the door tightly, and said hurriedly: "Little brother, please trouble you, I really have something to find Madame, I am, I am."

She seemed to have something to care about, and quickly changed her words in a flash, "No, I'm a relative of Mother Jiang, I'm coming to her, please sue her." ”

The woman said earnestly, and hurriedly took out the only piece of broken silver from her sleeve, "This, this is for you, and it can be regarded as a thank you brother."

When the little servant saw the broken silver in the woman's hand, he immediately smiled, opened the door, quickly took the silver, weighed it up and down, bit it hard, and then put it into his sleeve.

"Okay, then I'll run your errands. Say okay, just give you a message, if Mother Jiang doesn't want to see you, you won't be allowed to knock on the door again. ”

The little servant commanded proudly, and the woman bent over and thanked her.

"This is natural, and it will not make the little brother embarrassed." She took out a piece of paper from her arms and handed it over, "This, Mother Jiang will definitely see me when she sees this." ”

The little guy took the note, flipped it up and down, and was relieved to make sure that there was nothing else entrained.

"I can't read, don't be afraid of me peeking."

The woman smiled flatteringly, "Self, self, there is little brother Lao." ”

"Bang dang", the narrow door closed again, and the little girl took out the broken silver in his sleeve as he walked, and the corners of his mouth grinned behind his ears. So much silver, enough for him to drink for several days.

He stuffed the silver back into his sleeve and walked towards the courtyard where Ling Shuirong was.