Chapter Seventy-Five: References

Mu thought that he might not know what tricks they would set for themselves when the time came.

After all, Yixiangfang has just opened, and business is really good. Since he moved other people's cheese, Mu Li may not really expect to have a big meal for nothing?

"No, no." Mu Li thought for a moment and categorically rejected the man's invitation.

The man was really surprised, and looked at Mu Li with wide eyes.

"Do you know what the status of Pinxuan Pavilion is in this capital? Our shopkeeper invited you to dinner to give you face, just your small workshop, I don't know when it will close, and it has only been less than half a month to be so arrogant. The man scoffed, and dared to speak ill of her in front of Mu Li.

There was a little guy on the side who couldn't stand it and wanted to come forward to help her speak. As a result, Mu Li waved his hand and told the man to do his own thing.

"Hmm." Mu Li pretended to be innocent and nodded at the man. "I don't know your shopkeeper well, why are you embarrassed to let him invite me to dinner? Wouldn't I be even bigger or smaller? ”

There are really such foxes and fake tigers in this world, after Mu Li left the manly manner, he couldn't help but complain a few words to a few little guys.

But jokes aside, Mu Li thought about it, Yixiangfang had only been open for half a month, and it had already provoked a big enterprise like Pinxuange, what if Pinxuange did something to her in the future?

You can't let Chu Lingyi help.

Mu Li was so upset that he didn't bother to dig deeper. These things have not happened yet, and the so-called car must have a road before it reaches the mountain, and the rest of the things will be mentioned later.

However, the shopkeeper of Pinxuan Pavilion was so angry that he couldn't wait to beat Mu Li.

But everyone knows that Mu Li is Chu Lingyi's wife, and to be honest, he doesn't have the courage to provoke Mu Li, but seeing his business being robbed, he is very anxious.

"This Mu Li is really powerful, a girl's family opens a shop to do business." On the surface, he was praising Mu Li, but no matter what he said, there was a smell of yin and yang.

The shopkeeper had a big belly and stood in front of the counter thinking about what to do next.

"Shopkeeper, look at that Yixiangfang, the name has the word of the prince in it, could it be that she really opened it?" The other guy chimed in and complained with the shopkeeper.

"It's just pretending." The shopkeeper gritted his teeth viciously. "I think she is toasting and not eating and drinking, but it is just a few days of scenery, and she still thinks that she can beat us."

"How are you going to win?"

As soon as the words fell, a gentle and mellow voice sounded, which made people listen like a spring breeze.

This voice is familiar to them, the man in white in front of him is Song Qing, the eldest son of the Song family, and he wants to ask why the shopkeeper is so jealous of Song Qing, so he is still showing off his might, so he is respectful at this time, and quickly pats Song Qing's ass. Because Pinxuan Pavilion is also the property of the Song family, Song Qingqing is his boss.

"Song Gongzi, why are you here?" The shopkeeper grinned and smiled very happily.

"If I don't come, I'll wait for Yixiangfang to crush our Pinxuan Pavilion underneath." Song Qing walked slowly to the back room, and the shopkeeper followed closely. "If it's really like what you said, Pinxuan Pavilion will still be closed here."

Song Qing is naturally gentle, and he is not without temper. The shopkeeper heard that Song Qing was angry, so frightened that he hurriedly poured tea and apologized to Song Qing.

"Song Gongzi, you know, I'm just saying a few angry words to make myself more comfortable. How could I be so casual about such a big thing. "The shopkeeper's patient explanation." Song Gongzi, don't get me wrong. I have been in charge of Pinxuan Pavilion for ten years under the orders of the master, and I have never made a mistake, and it is difficult to have a problem at this time, and I am irritable for a while. ”

Song Qing shook his head.

"You are sent by my father to handle the affairs of Pinxuan Pavilion, and I am also sent by my father to this crisis, you don't need to use my father's name to press me, I want to see your ability, not these vain things." How smart Song Qing is, it can be seen from the fact that Master Song arranged such a big matter for him to deal with.

In this case, with such obvious pressure from the shopkeeper, could it be that Song Qing couldn't hear it?

"I'm sorry." The shopkeeper lowered his head heavily, and he didn't even dare to raise his eyes to look at Song Qing.

He secretly cursed in his heart that he was unlucky, and at this time, Song Qing rushed to the store and happened to hear what he said clearly.

After discussing with the shopkeeper, Song Qing asked the shopkeeper to leave the room.

She knew that the shopkeeper of Nayi Xiangfang also had the identity of a princess, after all, Chu Lingyi and Mu Li had come to the store together on the day it opened. This is also the tricky part of the matter, obviously the dispute is not successful, Song Qing has to ensure that the relationship between the Song family and the palace is not destroyed, so that Mu Li's pastry shop cannot be opened.

Thinking about it, it felt tricky, and Song Qing rubbed his temples.

In the blink of an eye, Mu Li's pastries have become a trend in the capital, and the shops are even more crowded, and business can not stop for several hours when it is good.

After Chu Ziyi ate it, he chatted with his brothers and sisters in the palace about the pastries made by Mu Li many times, which attracted many princes and princesses who had never eaten them, and they were already looking forward to eating them every day.

After learning about this, Mu Li deliberately took a morning and stayed in the kitchen of the prince's mansion, planning to make a lot of pastries for people to send to the palace.

Although Mu Li complains about being tired almost every day, who does business will think that business is too good. Mu Li said so, but in fact, he wished that the business would be better.

"Knock knock."

Chu Lingyi was bowing his head to deal with political affairs, when he heard a knock on the door, he raised his head and stopped the movements in his hands.

"Come in." Chu Lingyi commanded lightly.

Then the door was pushed open from the outside, and Liuyun came in, clenching his fists with both hands to report to Chu Lingyi.

"How?" Chu Lingyi didn't know about Liuyun, looking at Liuyun's appearance, it was like something had happened.

"When I went back to the prince, I found out that someone in the house was drugged in the pastries made by the princess." Liuyun's tone was serious.

I knew that these pastries were going to be taken to the palace, and if something really happened, the whole palace would not be able to eat and walk around. Chu Lingyi frowned.

"What kind of medicine?" Chu Lingyi asked.

"Laxatives." Liuyun took out a boxy paper bag from his chest pocket and handed it to Chu Lingyi.

Chu Lingyi took it and sniffed it closely.

Sure enough, it's a laxative.

So that person tried his best to drug the pastries made by Mu Li, just to make the princes and princesses have collective diarrhea?

It should be more than that.

"Did you catch the drugged man?"