"Come on!" Yan Zenyi heard her coming, and her voice was inexplicably excited.

Suddenly Fenghua had an inexplicable feeling of wanting to run away, but he could only walk to Yan Zenyi's side, and then he walked to the side, and then listened to Yan Zenyi's words, "It doesn't make sense to talk to Fengyue about this, hurry up, hurry up, children, go away, and give Sister Fenghua a place." ”

Fengyue looked disgusted and aggrieved, and stood up from Yan Chanyi's side, but when she turned her back to Yan Chanyi and only faced Fenghua, she showed a sly smile with a sense of schadenfreude to Fenghua, and then ran away.

Fenghua was so frightened that he staggered, and a hairy feeling silently rose in his heart.

Yan Zenyi has already taken the drawings in his hand, and introduced to Fenghua the benefits of underwear instead of belly pockets and underwear instead of dirty pants.

Fenghua's face was red when she heard this, and she couldn't wait to push the young lady to find a crack in the ground to get into, she could only pray secretly, don't squat on the jujube tree outside the back window tonight!

However, the people on the jujube tree tonight are not only romantic, but also curious to come and join in the fun after hearing about Yan Zenyi's rickshaw plan.

The two men listened with red faces, even though they still ran the Qinglou with demeanor, they were still just a clean and self-righteous boy. Both men ended up covering their nostrils and escaping, because there was some fire in late spring, so both of them had a gorgeous nosebleed.

That night Merry had a very bizarre dream, in the dream Fenghua held two kittens, obviously snow-white and cute little cute pets, but they all stretched out sharp claws to him, he only wanted to get closer, and scratched his face.

For the next few days, Yan Zenyi never went out. Only nested with Fenghua in the courtyard of the fence chrysanthemum, and developed improved underwear and underwear together.

Fenghua made a set according to the simple drawings of Yan Zen Yi that night, and he really didn't even want to try. In the end, Yan Zen Yi took out the young lady's shelf and ordered, and then wore it all night.

Sure enough, when I got up early the next morning, I came to Yan Zen with a shy face with a real fragrance written on it, and the two even kept improving it according to her experience wearing it overnight.

When the comfort reached the expectation, Yan Zen clothes immediately began to beautify, solid brocade, or semi-transparent tulle, with exquisite embroidery to sew them together with the cotton base, comfortable and beautiful.

Yan Zenyi drew a bunch of patterns, and Fengyue was a little too busy to do it alone, so he borrowed several maids in the house who were good at female popularity, even including the princess's eldest maid Feiqiong.

At first, several maids were blushing, and even complained in their hearts, feeling that they were doing something very shameful.

But it's all the same as Fenghua, take the set that I sewed back and try it out, and the next day I came happily, and I put forward a lot of experience opinions.

Yan Zenyi even got out the sanitary napkin, and the maids in other courtyards happened to be in the letter period these days, and they tried it out, and they were grateful.

Yan Zenyi looked at the title deed of the last self-operated shop in his hand, and planned to open the underwear store first, and he must also be a big reward for opening, the kind that buys underwear and gives sanitary napkins!

In this era, there are no special underwear stores on the street at all, except for the women's belly pockets of large families are sewn by close grandmothers and maids, ordinary women's belly pockets are sewn by themselves. Therefore, even in the ready-to-wear store and cloth store, there will be no direct belly pockets.

So how to open this store is a very serious issue.

Yan Zenyi was thinking about this question while wandering leisurely in the garden of the palace. Fenghua continued to embroider and make underwear in the fence courtyard, while Fengyue was mixing a potion for Yan Zen clothes to make the paper look old.

So only Yan Zenyi walked around the garden alone. As I walked, I met a cloud mystery that I hadn't seen for a few days.

When they parted a few days ago, she asked Yun Xuanji to paint Danqing in the courtyard, and she could paint anything, both in terms of quality and quantity. She thought that creation must be alone, so she never went to him.

I only heard Fenghua report that he went out of the house alone the day before yesterday, and the little guy in the house didn't suit his liking, so he brought back a teenage boy when he came back, and also purchased a lot of paper, brushes, paints and the like.

When I met him in the garden today, I first saw the one-man tall easel, and then saw a small man with beautiful eyebrows standing next to the easel. Yan Zenyi looked at the little guy seriously, eleven or twelve years old, looking smart, but unusually quiet.

Yan Chanyi wanted to leave directly, but the province disturbed his creation, but he was stopped as soon as he turned around.

"Miss, why don't you come and sit down?" Yun Xuanji tilted his head to reveal half of his face from behind the easel, his eyes were crooked, and although he couldn't see his mouth, he could see that he must be smiling.

"Won't it bother you?" Yan Zenyi still asked very politely, she remembered that when she was rushing to the draft, if anyone interrupted her and caused her inspiration to run away, she would be furious.

"You've been walking back and forth here for an hour, and you've been disturbed for a long time." Yun Xuanji still tilted his head, his eyes seemed to be more crooked, and he was obviously saying something to blame, but there was only a sly ridicule in his tone.

Yan Zenyi didn't say much, and walked towards Yun Xuanji.

She had only heard him boast about his wonderful Danqing, but she really hadn't seen it with her own eyes, so in fact, she was really curious about his Danqing level.

When he walked to the easel, Yan Zenyi thought that he would see his garden on the drawing paper, after all, he was sitting in the garden painting, and anyone would think that he was sketching.

When I got closer, I saw a thick tree trunk and a very light cinnabar pink on the paper, scattered under the trunk.

"I don't see the flowers blooming, but I smell the flowers falling." Yan Zenyi's eyes were full of surprise, he was indeed a wonderful person, with wonderful strokes and perfect artistic conception.

The sprinkling petal painting is transparent and three-dimensional, obviously it is just a painting, but it can make Yan Zen clothes smell the fragrance of flowers.

Yun Xuanji had been secretly watching her eyes, and he had been apprehensive since she walked towards him.

He has boasted of his painting skills, and he really has this confidence, but he has seen her talent, and Fang Jue has someone else. It wasn't until he found the surprise in her eyes that his heart returned to his place.

"I don't see the flowers blooming, but I smell the flowers falling. "Xuanji" Yun Xuanji picked up the brush again and wrote on the painting the comments that Yan Zenyi had just blurted out, and his name. Seeing that the two were written together, he ironed inexplicably.

"I underestimated you," Yan Zenyi squinted, looking at Yun Xuanji, who had already put down the paintbrush in his hand, revealing a light smile, his eyes flashed, and asked again, "Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, are you also very good at qinqi?" ”

"What about chess, master, I really can't do it, I can fall asleep three times in a game of chess." Yun Xuanji returned to his arrogant and ruffian appearance, saying a word to me, and he wanted to laugh at the funny words.

Yun Xuanji has actually always loved to call himself a master, but he was still a little restrained in front of Yan Zenyi a few days ago.

Now he knew that she didn't mind what he called himself, so he let go, raised his lips and smiled, "Jean, just make do." Why don't you go to my semi-double courtyard to listen to it? When I came back the day before yesterday, I also bought a high mountain dragon well and made a pot for you? ”

Yan Zenyi thought about his troubles, anyway, he couldn't think of a good idea after walking for a few hours, so it was not bad to listen to music and relax. So he didn't twist, and said to Yun Xuanji with a smile, "Please also ask Master Yun to lead the way." ”

Seeing this, Yun Xuanji's eyes were bent into a slit, and he turned back to the little guy behind him and said, "Su Yu, I'll clean up here for my master, and then move the easel back." ”

The little guy named Su Yu behind him didn't speak, only lowered his head, and began to pick up the paintbrush that had been thrown on the ground.

"You're quite rich, and you actually went out to buy a little guy in person." Yan Chanyi glanced at the little guy named Su Yu, and then looked at the floating brocade robe on Yun Xuanji's body, feeling that this Yun Xuanji seemed to be much richer than himself.

said a little sourly, "If you are really rich, can you invest some money in me?" ”

"Huh? What is Investment? Yun Xuanji heard her sourness, but he didn't know what investment meant.

After thinking about it, he explained with a smile, "As soon as I left the house the day before yesterday, I met him and sold him to bury my father, and I thought that this was also fate, so I bought him." He's a little mute, it's good, and I like to be quiet. ”

Su Yu is indeed a little mute, but he was not bought by him when he sold himself to bury his father. He just knew that in the future, for the sake of her career, he would live with a dual identity, so he deliberately chose a little mute.

But he won't say that, because he doesn't think it's important.

"I think you're pretty noisy." Yan Zenyi couldn't help but roll his eyes before continuing, "What about investment...... Well...... My shop, you put money in, and the money you make is divided proportionally. ”

"Like that purple-eyed monster?" Yun Xuanji immediately became interested, and remembered that the purple-pupiled monster had been looking at him with murderous eyes, and he couldn't help but shudder.

But think about it, maybe you can invest yourself and be on an equal footing with him? So he said, "Okay, you make a price!" Sir, I'll see if I have enough money. ”

"Don't call someone a purple pupil monster, it's rude. He didn't choose to have a purple eyeball. And the purple pupils are so beautiful, I was shocked when I saw them for the first time, I've never seen such beautiful eyes. Yan Zenyi was a little unhappy, she knew that his purple eyes were regarded as evil ghosts.

She came from a modern age, so it was natural for her to think that it was just a disease called "heterochromia", and she had been in contact with people with it.

But the heterochromatic iris that has never been there would be such a gorgeous and noble purple.