Chapter 84: His Royal Highness the Crown Prince

Hua Rong made a move, glanced at Jiang Yunqi, he kicked off his shoes and wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, he didn't react to the word "Princess Qi" at all, and looked very drunk.

Hua Rong helped Jiang Yunhua take off his socks before replying, "Yes." ”

"What kind of person is Princess Qi?" Yuwan continued to ask, and after asking, she was afraid that Hua Rong would be angry and explained, "Today in the winery, someone mentioned Princess Qi, saying that she was a woman with a heavy mind, and deliberately caused the young master to be kicked out of the house. ”

How is it not important, even if he was expelled from the house penniless, even if everyone said that Xiao Mingyou deliberately designed to step on him to climb up, he never said that Xiao Mingyou was bad.

Yuwan had already called for hot water, and Hua Rong said while helping Jiang Yunhua wipe her body: "Princess Qi is very beautiful, she is plain-faced, wearing the most plain and simple clothes, and she is also very conspicuous in the crowd. ”

Yuwan couldn't help but answer: "Will it be more beautiful than Sister Huarong?" Sister Huarong doesn't rub fat powder on weekdays, but she is still very good-looking, especially these eyes, my sister will blush and heartbeat when she looks at her late for a while. ”

Yuwan acted as if she didn't know anything about Xiao Mingyou, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she accurately grasped the only similarity between Huarong and Xiao Mingyou for comparison.

Hua Rong's expression did not change, and she said lightly: "Princess Qi is not only outstanding in appearance, but also very talented, ordinary women are overshadowed in front of her, how can we slaves and maids be compared with her?" ”

Hua Rong's posture was very low, and he frankly admitted that he was far inferior to Xiao Mingyou.

"Sister Huarong is too modest, if my sister can win the young master's favor so much, she shouldn't be much inferior to that Princess Qi."

Yuwan's "intimate" comfort Huarong, and then asked, "Does that sister know what happened between the young master and Princess Qi?" ”

"I don't know," Hua Rong helped Jiang Yunhua finish wiping his body, threw the handkerchief into the basin, and looked at Yuwan with a serious expression, "There is a difference between respect and inferiority, and those who are slaves should not explore the master's affairs." ”

After this period of training, Hua Rong already had a little majesty on her body, and Yuwan was so frightened that she admitted her mistake and hurriedly went out to pour water.

As soon as Yuwan left, Jiang Yunhua opened his eyes.

The smell of alcohol on his body is very heavy, and his expression is a little lazy, but his eyes are cold.

He was not drunk, and he heard the conversation between Hua Rong and Yu Wan Fang Cai clearly.

Hua Rong didn't panic, after all, she didn't say a bad word about Xiao Mingyou.

"Is the young master thirsty?"

Hua Rong asked and was about to pour water, but Jiang Yunhua grabbed her wrist and pulled her to the bed, wrapped her long arms around her soft waist, and asked in a dumb voice: "Just to send a handkerchief, why did you come back so late?" ”

As soon as she opened her mouth, the rich smell of wine wrapped Huarong, Huarong's alcohol was very poor, and she was a little drunk between breaths, she put her hand against Jiang Yunhua's chest, and said truthfully: "Mo Gongzi's ready-to-wear shop was smashed, and the slave maid went with him to the cloth village outside the city, and Mo Gongzi is ready to hire another batch of embroidery girls, and wants the slave and maid to help teach them, and wants to ask the young master what conditions he has." ”

Although she knew that Jiang Yunhua would not do anything to Yuwan, she saw that the two had intimate contact, and Hua Rong still couldn't help but respond in her heart.

Jiang Yunhua didn't notice Hua Rong's resistance, thinking about Mo Jinzhou, and hooked her fingers to play: "Since he took the initiative to ask, it's not impossible, don't you want to open a shop in the future, just to save some experience." ”

Besides, with Mo Jinzhou, a local, it will be much easier to collect criminal evidence.

Hua Rong guessed that Jiang Yunhua would not refuse, and thanked him softly.

Wen Xiang nephrite was in her arms, and after saying such a thing for a while, Jiang Yunqi was a little uneasy, and unconsciously leaned into Hua Rong's neck, Hua Rong hung her head and did not resist, but asked on her mouth: "Young master still can't let go of Princess Qi?" ”

Jiang Yunhua paused, and his eyes, which were originally surging with desire, also cooled down.

"Why do you suddenly ask this?"

Hua Rong softened her body and leaned on his chest, and said softly: "The slave is afraid that the young master will be unhappy, and wants to talk to the young master." ”

Jiang Yunhua said coldly: "It's been so long, there's nothing to be unhappy about, it's all for others to see." ”

Having said that, Jiang Yunhua stopped thinking and simply hugged Huarong to sleep.

Hua Rong secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, sometimes it's good to use Princess Qi as a shield.

Two days later, Jiang Yunhua looked for an opportunity to talk about cooperation with Mo Jinzhou.

Huarong can go to teach embroidery to embroider things, but in addition to the monthly money of two taels per month, the profits of the cloth village and the ready-to-wear shop should be divided into three percent, and the account books have to be shown to Huarong, and Huarong can participate in the daily operation.

This request is a bit of an empty glove white wolf, but Mo Jinzhou agreed very happily.

When the cooperation is negotiated, Huarong will be busy.

Every morning, I went to Buzhuang to teach embroidery to embroidery girls, and when I went home in the evening, I followed Jiang Yunhua to read the account books.

Mo Jinzhou often had to go out to talk about business, and when he arrived at the cloth village, Hua Rong took time to learn how to weave and dye cloth, and he also had a general understanding of the operation of the store.

Time flies, and autumn is in a blink of an eye.

The weather began to get cooler, and Hua Rong prepared winter clothes for Jiang Yunhua in advance.

It was raining on this day, Hua Rong didn't go to Buzhuang, she sewed clothes in the house, and Jiang Yunhua took Yuwan to attend Yin Huanchao's birthday banquet.

However, until late at night, neither of them returned.

It rained all night, and at dawn the next day, Hua Rong went to Yinfu with an umbrella to pick up people, and when she was about to arrive at the door, she saw a group of officers and soldiers escorting a team of carriages outside Yinfu.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the sky was so overcast that it looked like it was about to fall.

Those officers and soldiers in silver armor stood still in the rain with halberds in their hands, and they were terrifying to look at from afar.

Hua Rong didn't dare to step forward, so she found an eaves to hide and observe secretly.

After a group of people hurriedly moved their luggage into the Yin Mansion, they took out a man and a woman from the carriage at the front with umbrellas.

Men are tall and noble, women are petite and weak.

On a rainy day, the man got out of the carriage first, and then hugged the woman horizontally.

This move was a bit intimate and bold, and Hua Rong vaguely heard the people waiting on the side exclaiming: "Your Royal Highness the Prince, don't ......"

Before he finished speaking, the man was dragged to the side by the officers and soldiers covering his mouth and cutting his throat.

The red blood spurted out, and it was washed to the ground by the heavy rain, which was shocking, but the man didn't care, and walked in with the woman in his arms firmly.

The woman's pure white skirt swayed gently in the wind, contrasting with the blood all over the ground.

A chill crept up on Hua Rong's back, and the tip of her heart trembled uncontrollably.

His Royal Highness the Prince, as the prince of a country, how could he suddenly come to Chenzhou, and how could the person he was holding in his arms be Xiao Mingyou?