The Lantern Festival is an annual festival in the state, and at this time of year, every household will make lanterns, light candles in them, and put them into the river at night, and the lanterns float along the river, placing them on the people's yearning for the future, so the annual Lantern Festival is quite lively.

The Brocade Silk Village in Bingzhou was opened three years ago, which is relatively early among the many branches. The silk sold in Tianjin Silk Village is all from the high-quality goods produced in Feng County, and it can be said that it is not inferior to the tribute-grade silk in various places.

However, the tribute silk from all over the country was sent directly to the palace and was not allowed to be sold locally. However, because Fengxian was a city of the vassal state, there was no obligation to pay tribute to the Chu Emperor, so it was allowed to be sold to the outside world, so that the tribute-level Fengxian silk was naturally liked by dignitaries and nobles from all over the country.

When Fang Ling came to the silk village, a man who looked like an official in the shop was taking his wife to choose silk here, and the clerk had already been instructed by Meng Zhiyuan, one of them went around the red flame to the back door stable, and the other took the two to the backyard.

As soon as he sat down in a wing room in the backyard, Meng Zhiyuan hurried over, bowed down, and saw Fang Ling's face a little pale, and couldn't help but be surprised: "Your Highness, are you injured?"

Fang Ling smiled faintly and didn't answer this question, but just asked, "Grandpa, how is their current itinerary?"

Meng Zhiyuan immediately took out a note rolled in a circle, handed it over and said: "This is the flying pigeon biography received this morning, Rong Guogong and his party have already arrived in Fengcheng, and they should be able to reach the fiefdom in another day." ”

Fang Ling took the note and looked at it, then handed it to Song Ying'er and said, "Now you should rest assured, your sister Yan has been safe all the way." ”

Song Ying'er smiled and said, "I'm worried about Sister Yan, why isn't Your Highness worried about Rong Guogong and them?"

Fang Ling couldn't help but smile, and said to Meng Zhiyuan: "Since Grandpa and their journey are safe, this king has nothing to worry about, he can finally recuperate here and return to the fief when his injuries are healed." ”

Meng Zhiyuan asked, "Then what does Your Highness need to order?"

Fang Ling smiled slightly: "This place is not as good as the palace, everything is simple, I only need one room, by the way, here is a list of medicinal materials that need to be purchased, and everything that can be bought should be bought before tomorrow." ”

Meng Zhiyuan took the note and looked at it, then stuffed it into his sleeve and said, "The minister will send someone to do it immediately." ”

Fang Ling thought for a while, and then asked Song Ying'er, "If you have anything you need, let Brother Meng help buy it." ”

Song Ying'er couldn't help but smile and said: "The concubine really wants to buy it, but it's all the rouge and water for her daughter's family, I'm afraid that Brother Meng is not very proficient in this business." ”

Meng Zhiyuan also smiled bitterly: "Your Highness, it's okay for the minister to run errands, but the rouge water is really ignorant, if you buy it back, I am afraid that Miss Song will blame you." ”

Speaking of this, he smiled again, "But Miss Song, if you want to buy rouge, it is the season recently, and there is a Mo family shop here in Bingzhou, I heard that there is an ancestral craft, which specializes in making rouge water from various seasonal flowers, and after it is made, it will be applied to the body with a faint floral fragrance, which will not disperse for a long time, and it is quite popular with everyone here." And it's all made in quantities, which is rare and precious. ”