After wearing the book, I became the black moonlight of the tyrant

Chapter 104 Sore hands and sore legs

The two discussed until the afternoon before finishing their discussion.

"Since the shop is going to be closed for reorganization in the next few days, what should we do with the dress ordered by Ms. Shangguan?" Shopkeeper Liu asked hurriedly, remembering the incident.

"The dress ordered by Miss Shangguan is naturally made for her, and the embroiderer in the shop has to do her best." Rong Qingqing said, "As for the fabric used, tomorrow I will pick two bolts of cloth myself Come over to the embroiderer."

Shangguan Yanran was the jewel in the palm of Shangguan Boyan, the prime minister at that time. How many people in the court wanted to curry favor with her, and her words and deeds also attracted much attention.

So as long as Shangguan Yanran wears the clothes made in their shop on the day of the banquet, it will definitely attract the attention of those noble ladies and the daughters of the boudoir.

At that time, their shop will advertise for free without spending a penny.

And if the style of the clothes is good, it will definitely be circulated in the ladies' circle, and when the time comes, no one will come to make the clothes.

She wanted to turn the shop into a high-end tailor shop, and the customers she was facing were naturally the ladies and daughters of the upper class.

Shopkeeper Liu saw that she looked confident and seemed to have a plan, so he didn't ask any more questions.

It was already evening when Rong Qingqing returned to the Marquis of Weiyuan.

She had just walked up the steps when she heard the sound of horseshoes behind her. She turned her head and saw Xie Jingrun getting off the horse, still wearing brocade defending clothes and an embroidered spring knife around her waist.

As soon as he approached, a smell of blood came to his nostrils.

When Rong Qingqing heard it, she couldn't help but take a few steps back.

No need to guess, I also know that this guy must have come back from the imperial prison, and must have interrogated the prisoner just now.

Xie Jingrun saw her evasive appearance, about to step into the threshold, suddenly stopped and looked at her sideways.

There was a trace of dissatisfaction in the long and narrow eyes.

Is this woman despising him?
This realization made him narrow his eyes. He sized her up with sharp and cool eyes, and then turned around to look at him with a terrifying voice, "I came back so late, where did you go?"

He looked like he was interrogating a prisoner.

The coercion on the man's body is overwhelming, making people feel awe.

Rong Qingqing subconsciously took another step back.

Seeing the man's expression of course, she really wanted to say that it's none of his business, but with the man's unkind expression, she'd better not court him.

With a smile on her face, she replied respectfully: "I went to the shop to check, why did Lord Hou come back so late?"

"What does it have to do with you?" Xie Jingrun glanced at her indifferently, turned around, straddled his long legs, and entered the gate of the mansion.

Rong Qingqing: "..."

Seeing the back of the man walking in, I really wanted to take off my shoes and slap him on the face.

Who is this?
Didn't he ask first?
Why doesn't he think about it, what does her matter have to do with him?

Rong Qingqing returned to Qinfangyuan angrily.

However, she sat down and drank a cup of tea when Chang Lin said outside the door: "Old Madam, Master Hou asks you, when is the meal?"

Rong Qingqing was taken aback, walked out, and said suspiciously: "Whenever he wants to have dinner, he will serve it, and ask me what to do?"

Chang Lin lowered his head and reminded: "Master Hou wants to eat your cooking."

Rong Qingqing was stunned, "Isn't there a cook in the house? Just let the cook do it."

Chang Lin stood still, coughed lightly, and lied out of conscience, "Master Hou said that the food you cook is more delicious." Naturally, it is impossible for the master to say such a thing, and it is more likely that he will do so. It is right to torment the old lady.

Rong Qingqing frowned, did Xie Jingrun, that stinky bastard, use her as a cook?
"I've been busy in the shop all day today, and my hands and legs are sore. I'm afraid I can't do it for him. Let's talk about it tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)