Lu Zijin took the order and left.

He took out two ingots of gold, pointed to the mulberry cigarette with his back to them, and whispered to the boss, "Prepare a copy of everything that the young lady has seen." ”

The boss, a woman in her forties, immediately smiled and nodded when she saw the gold: "It's easy to say." Say. ”

Her small eyes shone brightly, and she called a guy to do so, and secretly looked at He Yinggo-the young man was heroic and noble, and he must be a character.

Thinking about it, she stepped forward with a smile and greeted warmly: "Do you want to personally choose one and give it to your favorite girl?" Hand-picked ones are more meaningful. ”

He Ying felt that there was some truth, so he went to pick it himself.

Seeing this, the boss introduced him one after another: "This is peach blossom noodles, apply a layer before going to bed, and wake up the next day, the skin will be tender and tender, like a peach." This is the color of the city, look at this fragrant red, wipe it on your lips, ouch, it is definitely more beautiful than flowers......"

She is a salesman, and a few words arouse people's desire to buy.

He Ying couldn't help but imagine the picture of himself applying lipstick to Sang Yan.

It must be beautiful.

"Childe-"

A soft female voice sounded, suddenly shattering his beautiful imagination.

He Ying came back to his senses, and there was a beautiful girl standing in front of him - a delicate goose egg face, bright peach blossom eyes, a butterfly made of red jade in her hair, wearing a garnet red long skirt, a slender waist, tied with a white jade tassel, walking between them, graceful and graceful, and full of style.

It is indeed a rare beauty.

But he only glanced at it, then took two steps back, frowning slightly.

"Childe, this folding fan is really good-"

The beauty came, smiling like a flower, and her voice was like a warbler's cry: "The little woman's brother is about to perform a crown ceremony, I don't know if the son can cut his love and sell it to the little woman?" The little woman was grateful. ”

In fact, she bought something fake, and the conversation was real.

He Ying didn't think about it so much, and refused: "I can't." ”

Beauty: "......"

She didn't expect this result, she was stunned for a moment, reacted, and suddenly blushed, embarrassed, but looking at the man's handsome face and extraordinary temperament, she was still moved, so she dared to say: "I am sincerely asking for it, my father is Zhongyi Hou Jiangheng, and the price is not a problem." ”

Now Chang He Ying was stunned - the daughter of the Jiang family? Sang Yan's ex-sister-in-law?

Thinking of Sang Yan, the beauty actually recognized Sang Yan, and waved her hand and called: "Sister-in-law-"

Sang Yan picked up a good thing, put on a hat, and was about to leave, when he was called.

Because He Ying had his back to her, although he felt familiar, he didn't expect it to be him.

She recognized Jiang Yue, the former sister-in-law of the original owner, who had a good relationship with the original owner, and thought that she was entangled by a man, so she stepped forward and asked: "Jiang Yue, what's wrong?" ”

During the inquiry, he subconsciously looked at the man, and the next moment, his face changed greatly: "The emperor-hmm-"

He Ying reacted quickly, picked up the folding fan and put it against Sang Yan's lips.

Because of the force, the lip flap is congested and becomes bright red.

Sang Yan felt pain, and hurriedly took two steps back, avoiding the folding fan.

"Congratulations...... Why is He Ye here? ”

She knew that the Dog Emperor didn't want to reveal his identity, so she considered and said a suitable name.

He Ying withdrew the folding fan, and his fingers unconsciously touched the place where the folding fan touched her lip flap, and it seemed that there was still her residual warmth.

"Come out and take a walk."

He smiled slightly, and his words were perfunctory.

Sang Yan didn't ask much, and looked at Jiang Yue: "You just called me, is there something wrong?" ”

"It turns out that my sister-in-law knows He Gongzi."

Jiang Yue was immersed in this surprise, didn't notice the strangeness between the two, and explained with a smile: "That's the case." Sister-in-law, I took a fancy to He Gongzi's folding fan, thinking that my second brother's birthday was coming, so I wanted to buy it and give it to him. As a result, he forgot that it was also his beloved thing. It was my rudeness. ”

Speaking of this, she bowed to He Ying, and smiled: "I hope the son will forgive me." ”

The beauty is polite and has a very good family education.

If you change to a man, I'm afraid you will be tempted.

It's a pity that she met He Ying.

He Ying didn't give her face, and said coldly: "I hope you remember today's faux pas and don't do it again in the future." ”

Jiang Yue: "......"

She was so embarrassed that her face burned to her earlobes, and she was so red that she looked like she was about to drip blood.

This He Gongzi ...... Don't like her?

But she likes him so much.

Reluctant to give up.

I still want to inquire about him.

He pulled the sleeve of Sang Yan's coat and said softly: "Sister-in-law, it's rare to see you, let's go to Qingfeng Ju to listen to Mr. Feng's story, okay?" ”

There is nothing to grow, and there is a breeze in the bottom of my heart.

Qingfeng Ju's name, Sang Yan has heard of it, so he is naturally interested, and He Ying appears here, it must not be so simple, in order to avoid being alone with him, he has to deal with it.

"Okay."

She nodded, looked at He Ying, and said respectfully: "I still have something to do, Master He, forgive me for not being able to accompany me." ”

He Ying glanced at her and chuckled: "Don't worry. I just booked a field at Qingfeng Ju. If you want to go in, you probably have to accompany me. ”

Sang Yan: "......"

They can change places to pass the time, thank you.

But Jiang Yue answered excitedly: "Okay." What a coincidence. Then thank you Gongzi He. ”

He Ying felt that she was an eyesore, so he was cold and indifferent and did not speak.

The group went to Qingfeng Residence.

Today's Qingfeng Ju was indeed covered by He Ying.

The upper and lower floors were empty and deserted.

After Sang Yan entered, he looked around and couldn't help but say: "Market life, all kinds of things in the world, can't do without people at all." He Ye chartered the scene, and this Qingfeng residence is a lot less interesting. ”

"Haha. The princess is right. ”

A clear male voice rang out on the second floor.

When Sang Yan heard the sound, he saw that he was a handsome young man in his twenties, slender and thin, wearing a gray linen robe, and his long hair was pinned with a rough wooden hairpin.

"Presumably you are Mr. Feng."

Sang Yan smiled back, with appreciation in his eyes - look, this must be the legendary poverty and happiness, and the spirit of celebrities.

He Yingyu frowned when he saw her little expression that was almost adoring, and suddenly felt that it was a wrong decision to come here.

"No, that's right."

Feng Yicheng clasped his hands and bowed elegantly to Sang Yan.

Then, he raised his head and looked at Sang Yan with a stunned gaze: "The princess thinks she forgot me." I used to have some friendship with Takuyuki. ”

It is the character of Gangneung.

There are bandit gentlemen, such as cutting and learning, such as grinding.

Feng Yicheng saw Sang Yan and thought of the old man.

Sang Yan was reminded by him, and also turned out Feng Yicheng's information from the memory of the original owner: The eldest grandson of Feng Yi, the imperial historian, is a good friend with Jiangling, and the two of them are in the first place together, and the scenery is infinite.

Unfortunately, four years ago, Gangneung died, and he resigned with him.

"Oh, it turned out to be the elder brother of the Feng family."

Sang Yan smiled faintly: "I haven't seen you for a long time, I don't dare to admit it." ”

"Ahem—"

He Ying couldn't see that they were talking happily, so he coughed a few times.

When Feng Yicheng heard this, his heart tightened, and he hurriedly saluted him, his tone was warm and a little respectful: "The second master is here, and he is far away." ”

He Ying's eyes swept him coldly and did not speak.

Feng Yicheng keenly noticed that the emperor was unhappy, or because of himself, but he was very puzzled: when he received the news in the morning, he swept the couch to greet him, very solemnly, what went wrong and made him unhappy?

Wait, is it because it's mulberry smoke?

The emperor likes mulberry smoke?

His face changed, and he didn't dare to think about it.

"Everybody, please—"

He stretched out his hand and smiled, leading the way.

The group moved to the private room on the second floor.

There was already a small servant who prepared tea and fruit snacks.

Wisps of fragrance floated in the air.

It floated out of a gilded flying fish furnace.

Everything tastefully and beautifully.

This delicacy is even reflected in the cushions laid on the main seat, where a phoenix embroidered with gold thread seems to be about to fly.

This is the treatment of the emperor.

It's no wonder that the world is in a frenzied pursuit of power.

But Sang Yan looked very stressed - this dog emperor had obviously arranged everything. He left the palace today, don't do it for her? Otherwise, how could he be there so coincidentally? Or is it a rouge gouache shop infested by women? What exactly does he want to do?