Chapter 7 What you can dream about is not necessarily your lover
That night, Zhao Ruan did not come back for the night, which was also expected by Furong.
Seeing that Huan'er had already neatly placed all the things she had taken from her courtyard in Zhao Ru'an's bedroom, Furong nodded with satisfaction.
Then, she took a skirt from the box and changed it on, and threw the peach blossom skirt on her original body to Huan'er.
"You go and burn it, and when I see it, I feel like it's an eyesore, and I always think of the 'delicate Didi' wearing it."
Huan'er responded, took the dress and was about to leave, but was called back by Furong.
"Huan'er, you wait first. It seems a pity that this dress is burned like this, such a good material should be able to sell for a good price. In this way, you wash it and take it to our ready-to-wear store to sell, remember to say that it is the same style as the princess, the most popular color of the royal family in recent days, and it should be able to make a good price. ”
Furong's father, Master Zhu, is the leading wealthy businessman in the entire Dayue country, and she has been learning the scriptures in the Zhu family since she was a child. Although she was married to the prince, she didn't find a sense of belonging in the palace, thinking that it was better to rely on herself than to rely on heaven and earth, so she relied on selling jewelry to make money, and she has also opened a few shops in recent years, and the business is not bad.
Take 10,000 steps back, even if Zhao Ruan really gave her a letter of resignation, she would not flee back to her parents' house in embarrassment to beg for food, there is no problem in supporting herself, and she has already paved the way back.
Only when people have money can they have confidence. Even if she doesn't show it to others, Fleur herself is also down-to-earth.
"Miss, the prince has this attitude towards you as soon as he comes back, what are your plans?" Huan'er has grown up with Fleur since she was a child, and she knows Fleur's temperament best. No matter how gentle and virtuous she pretends to be in front of people, and her temperament is indifferent, she actually can't stand the slightest grievance.
Fleur's forbearance is always an ambush.
"What kind of person do you think he is?" Fleur didn't answer directly, but asked Huan'er like this.
"Huan'er is seeing the prince for the first time today, and I can't tell what kind of person he is. But according to what the people of the capital said, he is a very powerful and good person. But if he hurts the young lady, he is not a good person. As soon as Huan'er remembered that the prince was going to scold her young lady with a cane today, her brows furrowed.
"I know why the people say he is good. When there was a drought in the twelfth year of Dayue, it was he who asked the emperor for tens of thousands of taels of disaster relief money for the people, and the household department thought he was overstepping his authority. Although she is a woman, Fleur has always been very interested in this court.
"Huan'er remembers that our house also gave porridge to the victims that year."
"But when I heard about it, I always thought something wasn't quite right. You say that if he thinks about the people and disregards his own interests, how did this matter in the court reach the ears of the people? I think he did this, and the eight achievements were to buy people's hearts and make a good name in the mouths of the people. Fleur said cheerfully, and when she raised her eyes, she saw that Huan'er was already sleepy and couldn't open her eyes, so she beckoned her to sleep.
When Fleur was sleeping at night, she dreamed of the eldest prince for the first time, standing in front of her in a crescent-colored robe, smiling gently.
When she woke up, she only felt that her face was red and hot, and the eldest son who could stand up in her dream was really chic and fascinating.
Strange to say, she smelled a smell of the eldest prince in this room, but she didn't know if it was an illusion.
She got up on time, according to the rules, she had to go to the mistress and the old lady to say goodbye, look at the sky, there should be less than two quarters of an hour before the hour, and it was too late to freshen up.
She was about to call Huan'er to bring the basin over, but Huan'er's urgent voice sounded outside the door, "Miss, the door of your house has been locked from the outside. ”