On the far street, a team of carriages came, and when she saw the man riding on a black horse in the front, the corners of Xiangling's mouth couldn't help but rise.

It was Yang Qingyue, looking at the full load of vehicles behind him, it should be that he had finished purchasing the goods and went out of the city to return to Lingyuguan.

Pulling such a group of soldiers as tiger skins, the little guy in the Xiang family will definitely not dare to act rashly.

Xiangling immediately made a decision, picked up the basket, pulled the Jiang family, followed the convoy closely, and walked towards the city gate together.

Su Xiaoman didn't know what the situation was, and he followed stupidly, not leaving an inch.

After walking for a while, a person in front of the team rode over, and Jia Xiaoliu said to Xiangling with a solemn face: "Prepare for the plan to let you talk back in front of the horse." ”

Xiangling took Jiang and Su Xiaoman to the front of the horse team again, that is, in front of Yang Qingyue's horse.

Yang Qingyue was condescending, frowning and said to Xiangling: "Following the barracks material carriage, how many heads have you had chopped off?" ”

It turned out that tailing the army vehicles was also in danger of losing their lives, and Xiangling knew it for the first time, no wonder those little guys only followed and didn't dare to come forward to kidnap people.

Xiangling was in a hurry, took out a bag of meat buns from the back basket, handed it to Yang Qingyue and said: "I am to thank Lord Yang for his kindness in buying ginseng, and now that it's time to eat, I bought you meat buns, and it's still hot." ”

Quiet, deathly still.

The soldiers behind him, their eyes were bigger than the eyes of a cow, and they were all interested, for fear of missing some wonderful links.

After a long time, Yang Qingyue blushed and replied, "I never eat meat buns." ”

If you don't eat minced meat, do you want to be vegetarian? It's impossible, I've clearly seen him hunting and killing.

Xiangling held the bun awkwardly, neither sending nor receiving.

Yang Qingyue teased Xiangling and said, "Are you still doing something else?" ”

Xiangling glanced at the little girl who was still unwilling to leave at the back of the road, and replied stubbornly: "I just happened to be going out of the city, and I happened to be in the same direction as the adults, and it was a drop-by, no, not tailgating." ”

Yang Qingyue followed the corner of Xiangling's eyes, glanced at the ghostly Xiangjia Xiaoxiao, frowned, called Jia Xiaoliu, and ordered something in her ear, her voice was very low, and even Xiangling didn't hear anything clearly.

Immediately, Jia Xiaoliu jumped off the horse and ran towards the back of the convoy.

Yang Qingyue said slowly: "I haven't finished buying my things yet, so I won't go out of the city, and I'm not on the way with you." ”

A touch of embarrassment flashed on Xiangling's face, and she decided to be cheeky to the end, trying to squeeze out a smile and said, "I haven't finished buying my things, so I must stop by." ”

Yang Qingyue muttered: "You first tell me where you are going and what you want to buy, and then I will see if it goes well." ”

Old fox! Xiangling said secretly in her heart, and continued to bite the bullet: "Back to Lord Yang, I want to go to the cloth village, grain store, blacksmith shop, grocery store, medical hall, restaurant....... I wonder if adults also go to these shops, and if there are any drop-bys? ”

According to Xiangling's thoughts, she has said so many shops, as long as Yang Qingyue does not go to the Qinglou, she will always have a family that can suppress the treasure.

Yang Qingyue didn't answer for a long time, and the air fell into stillness again.

Jia Xiaoliu quickly ran back and muttered a few words in Yang Qingyue's ear, and Yang Qingyue's brows furrowed again.

Yang Qingyue pondered for a moment, looked at Xiangling with eyes like a deep pool, and said, "I'll go to Buzhuang." ”

Sun Liangtian opened his mouth to say something, but was stopped by Jia Xiaoliu by pulling his cuffs twice.

Although Su Xiaoman has never seen Yang Qingyue, but in the business district of Lin'an City, he has long heard of Yang Qingyue's name for Yang Qingyue's preparation, and heard that Yang is planning to buy cloth, Su Xiaoman's business brain immediately went online, and hurriedly said to Yang Qingyue: "Organizer, go to Sujia Embroidery Village to purchase cloth, the people's daughter will guarantee the head of the item, and it will not make a penny." ”

Yang Qingyue smiled indifferently and did not speak, but turned the horse's head and walked forward.

Xiangling had no choice but to take the Jiang family and Su Xiaoman and run quickly to follow.

People are riding, they are running, and they look indescribably pitiful.

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Soon, the horses stopped in front of a shop, Yang Qingyue jumped off the horse, teasingly pointed to the plaque on the shop, and said to Xiangling: "I'm going to this cloth village to buy cloth, are you sure you are on the way?" ”

Looking at the plaque that could not be more familiar, Xiangling's face suddenly darkened - Xiangjia Buzhuang.

Chu Xiangling stubbornly spit out two words and said, "By the way." ”

Xiang had already greeted the shopkeeper, and when he saw Su Xiaoman, he was startled at first, and then looked away as if he didn't know, and smiled at Yang Qingyue and said, "Master Organizer, are you here to order this year's army winter clothes?" The cotton harvest in the south of the Yangtze River is bumper, and I have sent someone to transfer the goods, and it will arrive in half a month at the latest. ”

Yang Qingyue shook her head and said, "I'll talk about it later, today, I want to buy myself a piece of Jiangnan cotton cloth to make a single clothes." ”

"Huh?" Xiang shopkeeper was surprised.

The army wears standard uniforms all year round, all of which are dark red, and Dingtian will prepare a set of night clothes, and Yang Preparatory is the same, he has never seen other private regular clothes, let alone ordinary cotton clothes.

Xiang shopkeeper hurriedly went to the shop: "Prepare for the adult, please." ”

Yang Qingyue walked into the shop with her hands behind her back, Su Xiaoman pulled Xiangling with one hand and Jiang with the other, glared at the shopkeeper fiercely, with a heavy "hum" in her nose, straightened her waist, and followed Yang Qingyue into the shop with a fake tiger.

Xiang shopkeeper was calm on the surface, but he was panicked in his heart, guessing what the relationship between Yang Qingyue and Su Xiaoman was, and secretly called a little guy and asked him to send a letter to his uncle and cousin.

Xiang personally took out a lake blue muslin cloth to the shopkeeper, and introduced Yang Qingyue: "Prepare for the adult, this is the best Jiangnan muslin cloth in the small shop, the lake blue can best set off the outstanding demeanor of the adult, the small one immediately let the embroidery girl measure the size, rush to work overnight, and send the adult to the pass tomorrow, when it is the small filial piety to the adult." ”

Xiang shopkeeper immediately glanced at the young man, and the young man understood, turned around and went into the backyard, and soon brought out a swaying woman.

The woman walked, twisted twice, trembled three times, the neckline of her dress was almost open to the navel, and a layer of net-like translucent shawl was draped outside, which looked even more hidden.

Seeing that Xiangling's eyes were about to fall off, there was a feeling that she had strayed into the spider essence silk hole.

The woman took out the soft ruler in her hand and walked towards Yang Qingyue step by step, Wu Nong said softly: "My lord, the slave family will give you a measuring stick.......

Su Xiaoman's little face flushed, and he suddenly stopped in front of Yang Qingyue, pointed at the woman's nose and scolded: "It turns out that you not only sell old clothes, but also, ...... This, this and ...... What's the difference, it's, it's just, it's shameless! ”

Su Xiaoman was so angry that she stammered when she spoke, and scolded what she thought was the most powerful scolding rhetoric.