daughter in power

Chapter 117

Qiqi wanted to ask a few questions, but she didn't know what to ask, so she stood obediently by the side of the road with her burden on her back.

The carriage approached and stopped in front of her.

King Xiaoyang said: "Why did you come out? I have been waiting at the gate of the palace for a long time."

She blinked, and although she didn't want to explain, she still said, "I met a lost Sumerian, so I was delayed for a while."

With a flash in his eyes, he nodded slightly, stretched out his hand and said, "Let's go."

Where are you going in the car?
Qiqi took a step back: "I want to go home."

"The king will take you home."

His face was full of sincerity, and there was a smile on his cold face all year round, adding a touch of kindness for no reason.

Qiqi couldn't refuse anymore, but she refused to be led by him, she just avoided his hand and climbed into the carriage by herself.

The two sat down, and the coachman drove the carriage quickly, but they left the palace after a while.

The two went to Tingfeng Tower, and they didn't speak all the way.

King Xiaoyang sat upright, closed his eyes and fell asleep, seemed very relaxed.

Holding her bag, Qiqi said: "I left the palace, the emperor rewarded me with 50 taels of silver, plus my salary of 50 taels, the total is 100 taels."

She shook the cloth bag in her hand, and handed over the money seriously: "Here, here you are."

On the opposite side, King Xiaoyang opened his eyes, looked at the silver in her hand, his eyes flickered for a moment, and reached out to take it.

But she refused to let go: "This is to pay back your debt of 100 taels. After you go back, you have to write a note to me. From now on, I still owe you [-] taels."

"You are good at counting." He smiled, took the bag of silver, put it in his arms with peace of mind, and said lightly: "But you have no errands now, 30 taels of silver a month, can you still pay?"

Qiqi blinked: "I will naturally find a way to make money."

Sensitively catching the words of making money, he raised his eyebrows: "How to make money?"

Qiqi didn't want to answer him at first, but for some reason, she still said honestly: "I am a third-class imperial cook, and I can also cook small hot pots. How do you think I make money?"

Naturally, he opened a shop and sold small hot pots.

Or, you can sell something else.

In short, she really can't do such a thing as sitting and eating.

For example, going home and waiting to get married, she felt even more inappropriate.

Jiang Maoyou took office as a new official and wanted to develop upwards, so one month's salary was definitely not enough.

Besides, they used to be in Linshui County, Lizhou Prefecture, and they really weren't the kind of officials who waited for corruption and looting.

No family background.

Now that she owes a loan to King Xiaoyang, she is even more reluctant to be a lady with embroidered flowers and butterflies.

King Xiaoyang stroked the Yingbi ring on the index finger of his left hand slowly, and said lightly: "Are you planning to open a small shop in the west of the city, wearing an apron yourself, and selling small hot pot?"

Qiqi nodded, and added: "It's under the sign of the third-class imperial chef."

She was originally a third-class royal cook, so even though her waist badge was confiscated, it still counted.

Whether it is the Bingma Division or the Household Department, they dare not say that she cheated customers and collected her taxes indiscriminately.

After Xiaoyang Wang listened lightly, he still didn't care much.

The carriage moved forward for a while before he said: "A small hot pot shop in the west of the city, are you planning to monopolize the poor?"

The west of the city is not considered a wealthy area, and if Qiqi opened a shop, it would probably not be high-end.

Moreover, she has no money.

If a person with no money wants to open a shop, he probably won't be able to invest much money.

Qiqi hummed, being poked at the center by him, she refused to pay attention to him.

King Xiaoyang smiled.

After laughing, he raised his chin to her, and said evilly, "Jiang Qiqi, how about our partnership?"

I don't understand.

"It still sells hot pot under the sign of your third-class imperial chef. But it is not opened in the west of the city, but in the center of the city. It is just beside the central street, next to the central square."

Not far from the central square of Liuhuo City is the Imperial Palace.

Standing on the central square, you can overlook the majestic gate of the imperial palace.

Of course, members of the royal family can also see the square when they stand on the city gate.

Qiqi said nothing.

Xiaoyang Wang Xiexie smiled: "As for the money, how about we open it nine times a day?"

Nine open?

Qiqi's eyes flickered.

He said: "This king will take [-]% and you will take [-]%."

Qiqi rolled her eyes: "Do you think I'm an idiot? I don't know what [-]% is? I just want to tell you that I don't even have the money to pay for [-]%."

Besides, she still owes him more than 2000 taels.

"Haha..." King Xiaoyang laughed: "It's not bad to have too many debts. Anyway, it's all owed money. Why don't you owe more."

He nodded, and made a proposal first: "The debts will be deducted from the monthly dividends. If you lose your money, you don't have to pay back the money. You can sell yourself as a slave and become a servant in the palace. "

It hasn't been long since the Xiaoyang Prince's Mansion opened, and there are probably only a few servants missing.

Qiqi turned her face away: "What's the point of a partnership business? If you can't pay back the money, you have to sell yourself as a slave. I won't do it."

On the opposite side, King Xiaoyang shook his head and smiled, and said no more.

Back at Tingfeng Tower, Jiang Maoyou and Mrs. Jiang had been waiting for a long time.

The servants and servants in the yard were overjoyed, and had prepared a rich feast to get rid of the bad smell for Qiqi.

However, when everyone saw King Xiaoyang, they didn't dare to mention "mildew" or not, they only said that it was for Qiqi to clean up the dust.

The whole family is having a lively meal, but Qiqi sees someone she doesn't know.

Mrs. Jiang smiled: "We are new here, and we haven't said hello to the neighbors in the neighborhood. It happened that Qiqi came home today, and my mother decided to invite everyone over."

Qiqi looked at it curiously, Madam Jiang hurriedly handed her a tuello to put on, and led her back to her boudoir.

She is not married yet, so it is not suitable for her to meet too many strangers.

Especially men.

Especially when King Xiaoyang was still by her side, she couldn't do anything foolish.

Being locked in the boudoir, Qiqi felt bored, hid in front of the window and pointed at the neighbors in the neighborhood, "Our place is secluded, where can we find so many neighbors?"

"Two families have been invited on this side of the river. Isn't there a Nomura Martial Art Museum on the other side of the river? My mother also invited them. Look..."

Mrs. Jiang pointed at a young gentleman and said with a smile, "That's Steward Li from the Nomura Martial Arts Academy. He even gave us a jar of good wine."

Qiqi looked over and didn't see anything unusual, but felt that Guanshi Li was younger and thinner.

Being a steward at such a young age, I'm afraid he is a related household.

Mrs. Jiang nodded: "I heard that the owner of the Nomura Martial Art Museum has disappeared, and this business cannot continue. The other owner, surnamed Qian, is looking for people everywhere and wants to sell the martial arts hall."

In the courtyard, Guanshi Li drank in a gentle manner, without any sadness or joy.

Qiqi blinked and said in a low voice: "That is Feng Qiqi's property. Feng Qiqi has disappeared, so naturally he can't continue to do it."

Mrs. Jiang was startled: "It's the lady Xiao... likes?"

She nodded: "Yes. Outsiders don't know, people in the palace have already spread the word. The Nomura Martial Art Museum is Feng Qiqi's property, so he built a house on the other side of the river and guarded it."

Mrs. Jiang frowned, and sighed: "I said earlier that we don't want to buy this house, but you and your father are not willing. Now it's good, I will guard for that person."

Qiqi didn't say a word, and didn't know what to think of, and was a little lost for a while.

Manager Li, who was drinking in the courtyard, seemed to have noticed something, and looked towards this side through the crowd.

Her heart skipped a beat and she quickly hid behind the curtain.

After a meal, everyone is happy.

Perhaps it was because they didn't know King Xiaoyang at all, so everyone was not cautious.

Before leaving, he even bowed to Jiang Maoyou to say goodbye: "Master Jiang is very lucky to have found a good son-in-law. This time Miss Jiang came back from the palace and just happened to get married."

Congratulations were heard all over the place, and Jiang Maoyou was all clamoring to invite them to a luxuriant wedding wine.

Jiang Maoyou was very embarrassed, but he didn't dare to talk nonsense, so he just stood at the door.

On the contrary, King Xiaoyang, who came over to eat and drink with him all the way, nodded with a smile and said: "Definitely, everyone, go slowly."

And he did not forget to raise his voice to order Qiushuang: "Take out all the red envelopes wrapped and distribute them to everyone."

The neighbor who had walked a few steps stopped cheerfully.

After seeing clearly the big red envelope in Qiushuang's hand, she really couldn't close her mouth from ear to ear anymore.

Everyone took the heavy red envelopes and left. Jiang Maoyou looked at the empty gate, neither crying nor laughing.

He suddenly had an idea, turned his head and said, "How much did the prince pack for them?"

Xiaoyang Wang said calmly, "One red envelope is twelve taels."

A red envelope of ten taels of silver? !

Jiang Maoyou's face turned pale, just this moment, Qiushuang sent out no less than twenty or thirty red envelopes.

He blinked and said, "How much money does our family owe the lord?"

King Xiaoyang smiled slightly: "Two thousand and six taels."

Jiang Maoyou: "..."

The neighbors distributed red envelopes, and the maids all looked at Qiushuang eagerly.

King Xiaoyang waved his hand: "Everyone has a share."

"Wow..."

There was cheering in the courtyard, and even the old porter poked his head out.

Qiu Shuang first gave the old man two big red envelopes, and the old man blushed with joy.

Tingfeng went up and down the building, everyone got double big red envelopes, they were very happy, the bad luck was completely gone.

He didn't feel sorry for Xiaoyang Wang's hundreds of taels of silver for one meal.

When it was time to leave, he didn't forget to stand under the window of the boudoir and call Qiqi.

Qiqi opened the curtains, stared at his coquettish and pretty face, and muttered: "What are you doing?"

"Remember what the king told you."

What did he say?

Qiqi gave him a white look: "I don't remember."

His face turned cold: "Don't forget about opening a shop together."

He turned around and left, took two or three steps, stopped and turned around: "You might as well discuss it with Jiang Maoyou."

What is there to discuss?

Partnership business is the worst thing to do, Qiqi refuses, urging: "You go."

He did go.

When only one figure was left behind, Qiqi suddenly remembered a big event, and hurriedly said, "King Xiaoyang!"

He didn't look back.

Qiqi couldn't bear it, so she could only chase out the door, hurriedly chased behind him, and raised her voice: "My lord."

King Xiaoyang stopped, but didn't look back.

Qiqi walked over dejectedly, held the brocade box in her hand, stood beside him, and said in a low voice, "I forgot about one important thing."

He turned his head, eyes very cold.

She choked, knowing that he was angry, and couldn't help but compromise: "I know I discussed it with my parents, so don't be angry."

Seeing that his complexion refused to improve, he had no choice but to say: "I gave you 100 taels earlier, but you didn't send it to them, did you?"

That was her hard-earned money.

He finally showed a little smile, and reached out his hand to take out the cloth bag that he kept close to him: "Here it is."

She nodded and said with a smile, "That's about the same."

After she finished speaking, she looked around and saw that the maids were still chattering about the red envelopes, and she didn't notice the two of them, so Fang said: "Su Meiren, please do me a favor."

(End of this chapter)