Chapter 41: Styles are not the same

Jiang Qingyue glanced back at Jiang Qingyun, and gave everyone an apologetic look: "I'm very sorry, I disturbed everyone Yaxing, in order to prevent things from getting worse, it is better to put the painting boat on the shore, and Princess Rongben will solve this matter. ”

The words were generous, and the people present were not from famous families, so naturally they couldn't do stingy things.

"Princess Ping is serious, but she just looks at the person who comes and is not good, so she has to deal with it carefully." Prince Xu looked at the woman standing in the center of the crowd and took the lead in opening his mouth.

Jiang Qingyue nodded in thanks, the person in front of her looked demonic, but with red teeth and white in spring, he was full of charm, feminine but not masculine, which made people feel conflicted.

With lotus under her feet, Jiang Qingyue stood at the bow of the boat and waited for the painting boat to dock.

The waves in the river shook the moonlight and shattered the moonlight in the sky.

Naturally, he didn't dare to do anything to her, but these hustle and bustle and abuse were so unbearable, although it was night, there was no shortage of onlookers.

Waiting for the onlookers to shout tired, Jiang Qingyue cleared her throat and spoke, there was no sound of the anchor behind her, it seemed that she was waiting to see her lively: "Don't be impatient, since you know that this princess is in a high position, you should also know that this princess doesn't care about these silver." ”

The shouting voice was a little quieter, and Jiang Qingyue smiled at the corner of her mouth with satisfaction: "The compensation you mentioned, if this matter really happened in the shop under the name of this princess, it is incumbent on this princess, and it will not be missing you, but if not, you should also understand the fate of offending a person with high power." ”

The last sentence was light, but it also fell heavily on the ears of these people, and before they could hear it again.

"While everyone is present, let this matter be closed today, the rumors about Yichun Pavilion in the capital are boiling, and the princess has long been willing to suppress this matter, and has not been able to free up her hands to deal with this matter, what is the reason for you first?" Jiang Qingyue ordered someone at random.

The man held the expensive material in his hand, and walked to Jiang Qingyue from the road that everyone got out of the way: "This dress of the grass people has worn my wife to death." ”

"You're my customer, if you have something to say." Jiang Qingyue looked at him, her words were gentle, but the aura around her body was that no one dared to enter.

"It's just that there is something wrong with your material, I don't know what made my daughter-in-law have a rash all over her body and die." The man said that You Xian was not enough, shook out a portrait from his hand, and showed it to the onlookers: "Look, what a smart person my daughter-in-law is." ”

The woman above has clear eyebrows, and it's a pity that it's gone.

"Okay," Jiang Qingyue nodded, and suddenly said not far away: "Dawn, everything he said has been written down." ”

"Back to the princess, word for word."

Everyone was stunned, and the doubts in their hearts were answered before they could speak: "What you say, every word will be recorded, what Yichun Pavilion has done, this princess will admit it, if you haven't done it, let's see you in Yamen." ”

The loud words made many people retreat, Jiang Qingyue gave them time to think about it, and after a while, some people left one after another.

"The people who left, this princess will not pursue it, and the remaining people must make things clear now, otherwise they don't have to leave." Jiang Qingyue was already beautiful, but now she is angry and even more domineering.

Several of them looked down at the clothes in their hands, with hesitation in their eyes, and wanted to turn around and leave, but found that they had already been blocked by the big man behind them.

The pen in Xiaoxiao's hand was writing quickly, the ink was winding on the white paper, Jiang Qingyue ordered someone to move a chair, sat next to it and listened, not in a hurry.

When the last person finished speaking, Jiang Qingyun suddenly stepped forward and looked at the people surrounded by a group of big men with sympathy: "Is my sister's approach extreme this time?" These people are ordinary people, don't be frightened. ”

As soon as she opened her mouth, she was the old Virgin.

Jiang Qingyue didn't want to pay attention to it, but she couldn't lose the face of the Ping Wangfu outside: "My sister is reasonable, I think these big men must be replaced by slender beauties like my sister, and they won't be afraid." My sister is so sympathetic, so naturally she won't refuse to help her sister with this little favor. ”

Without giving him a chance to refute, he waved his hand to let the twenty dead men retreat, moved a chair for her, and stood behind the troublemakers.

She is a dignified lady and does the same thing as her subordinates, but if she refuses, she will inevitably be said to be narrow-minded, and she sits behind these people, but the chair is very close to them.

Jiang Qingyue's handling of this incident made Jiang Qingyun's face slowly lose it.

The night breeze mixed with the fragrance of osmanthus flowers, blowing across everyone's faces, Jiang Qingyun was wearing thin clothes in order to create her own sense of refinement, and she couldn't help but tremble after being cold for a long time, but she took into account the name of everyone's beautiful lady and forcibly endured it.

"You said that this dress was bought in the spring, but your dress is clearly a thin dress that will only be worn in summer, and Yichun Pavilion has never made such a style of clothes, this material is rough, and Yichun Pavilion will not use it, although it looks a little similar in general, but you look at the hem, it is clearly not our family's craft, if you don't believe it, let's compare and compare." Jiang Qingyue looked at the shirt in front of her.

Shaking his head helplessly, I don't know what kind of plan the people behind this are? Such an obvious loophole dares to come up with it.

The excitement is going to transfer to the battlefield, and it is not far from here, and the spirit of the Chinese people who love to see the excitement from their bones has never been lost, so they naturally followed, and even the people on the painting boat said to follow and take a look.

King Ping was left alone in the painting boat, Jiang Qingyun happened to be cold and panicked, did not leave with everyone, and saw King Ping, who was demented in the wing, thought for a moment, and his angry face turned into joy.

But he didn't notice that Bai Ren was staring in the dark.

"Yichun Pavilion has arrived," Jiang Qingyue unlocked and pushed the door, saw the haggard Luo shopkeeper, looked at him like a frightened bird, gave a reassuring look, and asked him to light a candle.

"Shopkeeper Luo, please find the style of all the clothes this summer," Jiang Qingyue looked at the people who followed outside, and unexpectedly did not see Jiang Qingyun.

Shopkeeper Luo spread his clothes all over the table: "It's all here." ”

Jiang Qingyue stepped forward to pick out the clothes for comparison, and the style was indeed much worse.

"Maybe you have changed your clothes," who is looking for trouble, and how can you easily admit defeat.

Naturally, it is a dead duck with a hard mouth and does not want to admit it.