"Sister Huang, go to Taifu with Lone? There is something that Lone doesn't understand. Feng Jun held a thick book and asked Feng Ling, who was writing.

Feng Ling was writing some rouge gouache and some perfume recipes.

Seeing this, Feng Jun couldn't help but stretch out his head to look, and after a glance, he withdrew his gaze, and said enviously: "The imperial sister's words are so beautiful."

Different from Fengjun's dog-like words, Fengling writes a beautiful hairpin with a hand, which is extremely neat and beautiful.

"No matter how beautiful your imperial sister's handwriting is, your imperial sister's handwriting is good-looking, instead of envying here, it is better to find a few calligraphy books to practice well," Feng Ling put down the pen and put the paper on which the formula was written into a small box, "Let's go, I'll accompany you to find Taifu, and by the way, ask for a few calligraphy, Taifu's calligraphy is excellent." ”

"Hmm." The corners of Fengjun's mouth were slightly raised, and he nodded obediently.

My own royal sister said yes, it must be good.

In the future, I will work hard to practice calligraphy, and strive to let the royal sister also say a good word.

Fengjun thought like this, and his eyes couldn't help but turn into crescent moons late.

Feng Jun didn't notice that Feng Ling looked at him with an extremely strange look.

The emotion in this look is probably "my brother may be stupid".

Filled with doubts about the future.

Even with his own support, such a stupid brother is afraid that it will be enough to choke on the throne.

……

The people Feng Ling asked Mu Hui to look for, and the shops have all been found.

The two thirteen-year-old girls, twins, both with natural baby fat on their faces, and clear eyebrows, it is not difficult to see what kind of demeanor they should have in the future.

Four fifteen-year-old girls, all of them are smart, likable, and their voices are even better, two are from the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River, Wu Nong speaks softly, and the hearts of those who listen are soft, and two have crisp voices and are good at speaking.

There are also three sixteen-year-old girls, all of whom can speak well, with good facial features and graceful postures.

There is nothing to say about the two account rooms, and the faces are loyal and honest people.

Feng Ling's favorite are still two mature women who have become wives.

One is twenty-six, one is twenty-eight, and the net between the eyebrows is the unique style of a mature woman, walking, sitting, and gestures as if they have been measured by a ruler.

Feng Ling handed over all the recipes to Mu Hui, she knew how to do it.

Feng Ling divides the recipe into two stacks, one with a lower cost formula and the other with a higher cost.

She plans to open two stores, one taking the high-end route and the other taking the people-friendly route.

There are rumors in the market that the family scandal is not wrong.

Don't look at the rumors in the market, it doesn't seem to be of much use, but it intuitively reflects the people's love or disdain for certain things and certain people.

In order to become a generation of Ming monarchs, it is essential to pay attention to the people's senses at all times.

The twenty-eight-year-old lady went to the high-end store town, the twenty-six-year-old lady went to the people-friendly store as a mascot, twins, two fifteen-year-old sisters and a sixteen-year-old lady went to the high-end store to coax the noble girl, and the others went to the people-friendly store to pit the people.

It doesn't matter if you have an account, you have to draw lots.

"Each store should send two more guards, the guards from the twenty-six-year-old woman's shop should be the kind of tiger who can hold the factory, and the other store should be a little more friendly, and the good-looking ones are preferred." Considering that the posture of the young ladies will inevitably invite trouble, guards are still necessary.

Mu Hui smiled and tapped her nose with her hand, "You are careful." ”

The other main consumer object is the noble ladies and noblewomen, who are too rough and easy to be afraid and disliked by the noble ladies and nobles.

Feng Ling just laughed a few times.

Mu Hui sighed in her heart, if it was before, Feng Ling would have taken the opportunity to behave coquettishly, but now her reaction was cold......

That's it, it shouldn't be too much.

The two shops opened at the same time, and the name of the store was obtained by Feng Ling himself, called "Linglong Heart", although it didn't sound like rouge gouache, Feng Ling still insisted on taking this name, and personally inscribed it.

The high-end store is larger, and the decoration is also quite difficult, and the people-friendly store is so windy that she didn't bother much, so she casually mentioned a few ideas, and then she was surprised to find that Fengjun had done everything.

It seems that this stupid brother is not undesirable in any place.

Feng Ling was quite unhappy to think that she was not as capable as Feng Jun at the age of five.

Linglongxin's high-end store sold very well on the first day, because there was Mu Yao of the Mu family as a living sign.

Mu Yao is the daughter of Mu Hui's brother, but she is not a few years younger than Mu Hui, two of Mu's female dependents in recent years are quite famous, one is Mu Hui, Donglan's first gentleman, young and arrogant, but not inferior to contemporary Confucianism, the other is Mu Yao, Mu Yao's temperament is gentle, and her attainments in all aspects are not low, and she is known as Donglan's first talented woman. is different from Mu Hui Donglan's first mixed reputation, Mu Yao's reputation is very positive, she can manage contacts, and she has a unique set of beauty and beauty methods, and occasionally she will share it when she is in a good mood, so she has an excellent reputation among the women of the family and has a wide range of contacts.

Feng Ling is very receptive to asking Mu Yao to do publicity, why is it acceptable? Because this matter was done by Mu Hui, Feng Ling was not notified in advance.

Hawkers, the people who put it don't have to use it in vain, it's a big deal to send some rouge gouache homemade spices.

Mu Hui secretly breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Feng Ling's reaction, she was afraid that Feng Ling would be strong and would make trouble when she heard about it.

It turns out that Feng Ling is much more shameless than Mu Hui thinks.

……

"Imperial Sister ......" Feng Jun saw that Feng Ling's eyes were slightly open and he was about to wake up, so he whispered softly.

As soon as Feng Ling turned around, she saw Feng Jun lying on the edge of her bed, looking at her with his eyes open.

Feng Ling was so frightened that his eyelids were scared, and he rubbed his temples with his little fleshy hands, and called the maid in.

She was not accustomed to being served by someone when she slept, and since she could share a room by herself, the maid was always waiting at the door.

Feng Jun saw that his imperial sister was going to wash and change clothes, so he went out consciously.

Feng Ling wore a goose yellow riding suit, a cute bun, and a silk flower bead hairpin.

"Sister Huang is good-looking!" Feng Jun looked at Feng Ling, who looked the same as himself, and unconsciously smiled late.

"Boasting about yourself in disguise!" Feng Ling raised his eyebrows.

Fengling and Fengjun are dragon and phoenix fetuses, and they look carved out of a mold, isn't praising Fengling for being good-looking is praising Fengjun for being good-looking?

"No, Sister Huang is really good-looking like this." Fengjun quickly reacted, shook his head, and said sincerely.

"Let's go," Feng Ling took Feng Jun's hand, "go to the horse farm." ”

Fengjun has wanted to ride a horse for a long time, but he is too young, and although he is still young, under the care of people, it is still no problem to ride a foal.

When the two of them arrived at the racecourse, the racecourse was already occupied.

The eldest prince Feng Xuan and the second princess Feng Ran, followed by a fifth princess Feng E.

Feng Xuan and Feng Ran were both born by the noble concubine An Yuan, and Feng E was born by An Yuan's sworn sister, Zhuang Yu, who was named Concubine Li.

"Your Highness the Chief, Your Highness the Second, Your Highness the Five." Fengjun greeted him simply, his attitude was a little cold, but he couldn't fault the politeness.

Fengjun only calls his brothers and sisters by His Royal Highness, except for Fengling, he is only called Fengling Imperial Sister.

"Good morning, eldest brother, the horse is very majestic. Good morning, Second Emperor Sister, are you making new clothes? It's beautiful. Good morning, Fifth Emperor Sister, she has grown taller again, and she is a little envious...... "Feng Ling is very lively."

The eldest prince Feng Xuan spoke first, "Good morning, His Royal Highness the Prince." The Sixth Emperor Sister is still so likable, come and ride a horse? Sitting on the royal brother's horse? ”

Hearing this, Feng Jun clenched Feng Ling's hand a little, and secretly regretted why he brought Feng Ling to the horse farm when the eldest prince Feng Xuan was in the racecourse.

"No, the royal brother's horse is too tall, and Ling'er is afraid of being tall." Feng Ling smiled and rejected the eldest prince's Feng Xuan.

The eldest prince had no choice but to give up.

Feng Jun and Feng Ling held hands and walked a little farther away.

"Sister Huang shouldn't have more dealings with that Feng Xuan in the future, okay?" Feng Jun took Feng Ling's hand and tightened it again, with a bit of longing in his eyes.

Feng Ling responded: "Well, I know."

In fact, Feng Jun didn't mention it, and she also knew that Feng Xuan was not suitable for deep friendship.

She is Fengjun's sister, and she was automatically classified into the Fengjun camp, and she should not have deep friendships with all the princes except Fengjun.

"Imperial Sister, I will ascend to the throne ......" Feng Jun lowered his head and muttered.

It seems that Mu Hui also talked to Fengjun about something. Feng Ling's eyes were cold.

"Well, I believe you." Feng Ling looked at the sky and replied softly.

The horse was not ridden, and after Feng Ling said that, Feng Jun lay on her directly and cried.