When Su Qingluan left Hongfu Building, he also went to his mother's shop, planning to prepare a few plain materials - although it was autumn, no one allowed the old emperor to pay his respects.

"A-Niang, in short, let's make preparations with both hands," Su Qingluan pointed to the black, gray and white cloth on the shelf, "In case of any sudden change, then don't you have to buy this fabric from outside?" ”

After all, cloth, especially white fabric, is not harmful to dirty from the point of view of practicality, and cannot be used for a long time to do work; In terms of aesthetics, in the traditional concept, it feels frustrating and not festive, because it is also very unpleasant in terms of decoration.

Because it does not take advantage of practicality and aesthetics, white or almost white plain fabrics are not always available in ordinary families, unless there are seriously ill elderly people in the family, buy a little just in case.

After all, filial piety clothes are all white.

What's more, if the king of a country really dies, it is a national funeral, not to mention that the people of the whole country have to follow the mourning, and even the red and green decorations on the face must be covered by white cloth to prevent being treated with a big disrespect.

Su Qingluan didn't say it too clearly, but the Yang family was not a fool, not to mention that she hadn't heard of the ups and downs of the gossip in the capital, so she kept this matter in her heart, whether it was for her own family or planned to sell it at that time, she kept a batch of fabrics.

The family had inventory and was not panicked, knowing that the plain clothes had been settled, Su Qingluan no longer took this matter to heart, and casually talked with A-Niang for a while, asked about the current situation of his younger siblings and Daddy, and then went back to "Su Ji" and continued to busy her.

Because Su Qingluan has been busy with Su Ji's affairs recently, Songbo has been in charge of dinner recently, and the same is true today.

However, for a long time ago, Su Qingluan didn't know what Mu Xingzhi was busy with, and he often "disappeared" for ten days and a half months, of course, the external statement was that he was not in good health, recuperating at home, or going out to seek medical treatment.

Of course, when he "went out to seek medical treatment", it was when Songbo disappeared with him.

So as soon as Su Qingluan got home today, he saw that Mu Xingzhi was there, and couldn't help but tease: "Rare guest, it's been a long time!" ”

Mu Xingzhi is as good as flowing: "I haven't seen you for a long time, Qingluan is still so spirited - it seems to have grown taller." ”

"Really?" Su Qingluan's eyes lit up: she was only fifteen years old, and it was normal for her to be tall.

So she went to the courtyard under the eaves of the porch, and there was a pillar with traces of her work, or when she had just married here, and the first few days of "vacation" at home with nothing to do.

But how can it be so obvious that even if it is only a few months, even if it grows taller? So although Su Qingluan was busy working for a long time, he wasn't sure if he had grown taller. However, being so busy made Su Qingluan's original feeling of hunger expand to ten points, so Songbo ate deliciously when he served the food.

Although Mu Xingzhi's meal is elegant, in fact, Songbo still likes Su Qingluan, a diner who is not enough to eat well-probably all chefs like people who eat well.

The consequence of eating well is that you accidentally eat too much. At this moment, Su Qingluan's original idea of sorting out the new jam recipe could only be put on hold for a while, and she sat in the front hall, drinking hawthorn tea to eliminate her appetite.

It's good for gossip and good for chatting when you eat.

So Su Qingluan muttered to Mu Xingzhi and Songbo about the messy gossip of "the prince in distress in the people" spread outside, and expressed his thoughts by the way: "Don't say it, everyone's imagination is still quite rich, some people say that the prince is the product of the sacrifice of the palace fight, and some people think that the person did not die on the battlefield because his biological mother was blessed by the spirit of heaven, and some people say that the person is ...... Ahem......"

Although there are casual rumors who are not afraid of death, the words "True Dragon Son" can't be said casually, who knows if the wall has ears. Although Su Qingluan can't control others, she can control her mouth.

After a sudden stoppage, Su Qingluan fell his gaze on Mu Xingzhi's lap and teased: "I said Mu Xingzhi, don't you think that you can basically adapt to the various details of this rumor?" ”

Mu Xingzhi was already immune to some strange words and phrases that Su Qingluan suddenly came out of, but because Songbo had a much shorter time with Su Qingluan, who "let himself go", and Su Qingluan rarely really "let go of himself" in front of Songbo, Songbo was a little uncomfortable with her way of speaking, and couldn't help asking: "What does Madam mean by this?" ”

"That is to say, Mu Xingzhi can be perfectly embedded in this rumor, isn't it," Su Qingluan counted his fingers with great interest, "It is rumored that this prince is the concubine of the late former queen, because he was brave and good at fighting all over the world, but because of serious injuries and amnesia, he went to the people-except for amnesia, on the surface, Mu Xingzhi is very consistent?" ”

At the beginning, Su Qingluan was still gossiping and muttering: Mu Xingzhi's demeanor is elegant and his temperament is outstanding, if he is from a noble background and has undergone strict etiquette training, it makes sense; Mu Xingzhi is actually agile and alert, and at first glance, he has a kung fu foundation on his body, and he can match the general prince who joined the army at a young age; Although Mu Xingzhi has no amnesia or serious injury, he maintains a "bad walking" character every day, and it seems that he is not in good health......

As she spoke, Su Qingluan suddenly felt that something was wrong, and suddenly an exaggerated but very possible thought flashed in her heart, so she carefully looked at Mu Xingzhi, who was looking at her with a smile, and hesitated: "No...... You're ......"

Mu Xingzhi didn't answer directly, but Su Qingluan looked at the other party's expression - that was obviously a tacit acquiescence!

Although it can't be said that she is not shocked at all, but now, it is like Su Qingluan sighed before: even if Mu Xingzhi suddenly changed into three heads and six arms, she may not be particularly shocked.

"You don't look particularly surprised." Mu Xingzhi put down the teacup.

"You sound quite disappointed," the corners of Su Qingluan's mouth twitched, "Don't use such a frustrated tone, hey!" ”

"After all, it's very interesting to see Qingluan scrambling because of panic." Mu Xingzhi's eyes were crooked with a smile, but in Su Qingluan's opinion, he was very underbeaten.

"If you're panicking because you're doing the same thing, you're too busy!" Su Qingluan unceremoniously scolded.

"Wow, you finally know my true identity, and you still have such an attitude?" Although he said that, Mu Xingzhi didn't look angry, but was very playful.

It was Songbo, seeing that Su Qingluan immediately got up and asked for a crime salute, and he didn't even raise his eyelids more, feeling very surprised and curious.

"Actually, your identity is only reasonable like this," Su Qingluan said honestly, "I have always been curious about what kind of sacredness is it that can make people like you willing to do things for him." ”

This sentence aroused Mu Xingzhi's interest: "Oh? What kind of person is 'a man like me'? ”