The rebirth of the noble concubine Wushuang

Chapter 874 Fortune Telling
Unable to resist Song Xieyan, Song Xieyu finally took her with him.

Even though she is now in a cold war with Xie Chu, she also understands that if she doesn't take Yan'er with her, Xie Chu will never let her go out of the house, and will definitely stop her.

Letting Yan'er follow her is the biggest concession Xie Chu can make.

The two got into the carriage and went to Jinxiu Pavilion to sit down. The shopkeeper at the side was quite at a loss and dared not speak.

Recently, the capital has been very lively, with all kinds of excitement emerging one after another. Those high-ranking officials either caught fire in their backyards or lost their black hats one by one. In addition to the serious flooding in the south, the business of their Jinxiu Pavilion is not as good as before.

Concubine Yong and Miss Song Qi came together today, and in their eyes, where are Concubine Yong and Miss Song Qi from Huaiyin Palace?This is clearly the God of Wealth!

Having made up her mind, she must do her best to keep these two Gods of Wealth. Concubine Yong has always been lavish, especially for Miss Song Qi, her own younger sister.

As long as these two are served well, it must be closed for three years and closed for three years.

But who would have thought that Concubine Yong really brought a big deal to her, and she made a bold move, spending 10,000+ silver in their Jinxiu Pavilion all at once.

But this way of spending money is too bold and unrestrained. He has been the treasurer of the Jinxiu Pavilion for most of his life, and he has never seen Princess Yong pick things like this.

All kinds of valuable jewellery, the servants and maids held them in front of her without much fuss. Concubine Yong nodded slightly, and the two maids who were close to her with extraordinary attitude behind her sang lightly: "Take it."

The jewelry is nothing more than that, just look at it, but the clothes don't care about the material or material, it's the first time he sees it.

Spending money is like running water, and there is no such way to spend it. Why does he feel that Princess Yong has set a number for herself and completed the task.

It took less than half an hour for Princess Yong to let them make half a year's income in Jinxiu Pavilion, and then she sat drinking tea all the time.

The shopkeeper was confused, but he was not stupid enough to lobby Song Xieyu for money at this time. One was because Song Xieyu had already bought everything they could see in Jinxiu Pavilion, and the other was Song Xieyu's. The interest visibly faded with the naked eye. He has been the shopkeeper for so many years, so he still has some insight.

Offending Concubine Yong for petty gains is really not worth it.

The boy at the side stood by the door, winking at him, and the shopkeeper went out without a trace.

When the waiter saw him, it was as if he had seen a savior. His facial features were all crowded together, and his face was troubled: "Master, this is the second pot of tea for Princess Yong, shall we still serve it?"

When the shopkeeper heard this, he immediately became furious, and he shuddered immediately when he started, lowering his voice and warning in a vicious voice: "What are you thinking, kid? Just the money that Princess Yong spends in our Jinxiu Pavilion every year, don't say it is Drink a few pots of tea today, even if we sit and drink tea in our Jinxiu Pavilion every day, we can only have fun!"

The little second was beaten up, and his face was even more aggrieved. He dared not speak out, and smiled flatteringly: "Shopkeeper, you misunderstood... Xiaoer means, do you want to buy some pastries or something? Always asking Concubine Yong to drink tea is a bit of a lack of service."

Only then did the shopkeeper have a good face, and glanced at Song Xieyu, who was sitting there motionless like a mountain, and then took out a silver ticket from his arms: "Hurry up, I want to buy the best one, Princess Yong is expensive, those ordinary The snacks can't go into her mouth."

The boy took the bank note and ran out in a hurry. The shopkeeper stood back up again, serving Song Xieyu attentively.

This is a big customer, he doesn't feel relieved to leave it to others, and it is safe to wait and take care of it himself.

At this moment, another servant came in from outside the door, glanced at the shopkeeper, hesitated to speak.

Sensing Song Xieyu's attention to the movement by the door, the shopkeeper angrily asked: "What's the matter? Hemmed and hawed, are there any rules?"

"Treasurer, King Qi is here, call for you to introduce our new products of Jinxiu Pavilion next to you."

The servant just finished speaking, and the shopkeepers were only one head and two big. This Princess Yong is a big customer, but King Qi can't offend her.

Who doesn't know, it's not a day or two since King Qi and Prince Yong's mansion have been at odds with each other.

Whether he goes to Xie Ana or stays with Song Xieyu, he is determined to offend the other party to death...

He is just an ordinary person, how can he offend the royal family and nobles like them?
"Don't be embarrassed, since King Qi is calling names, the shopkeeper has to give him face."

When he was in a difficult situation, Song Xieyu's voice rang out slowly, with strong sarcasm.

Even though her words were stinging, they still felt like sounds of nature to the shopkeeper at this moment.

It seems that he was lucky today, he happened to run into Princess Yong in a good mood, and it was considered a catastrophe.

Lowering his hands, the shopkeeper thanked him tearfully, before he could turn around, he heard King Qi's voice coming from outside the door.

"Today is really a coincidence, to be able to meet Princess Yong here."

The door was pushed open from the outside, and King Qi's face appeared at the door.

Song Xieyu raised his eyelids, looked around his face, and after a long time, he spit out two words quietly.

"unlucky."

As soon as these two words came out, he really didn't save face for King Qi at all, and his disgust almost overflowed.

King Qi glanced coldly at the group of waiters behind Song Xieyu who were holding back their laughter, his eyes were not friendly, but soon, he suppressed this wave of emotions, and walked in as if nothing had happened.

"Why is Princess Yong so angry?"

Seeing that he didn't say hello, Song Xieyu sat down opposite her, his face quickly turned cold, put the teacup in his hand on the table, and sneered: "I haven't seen you for a few days, King Qi's face is getting more and more embarrassing." Indestructible."

Being scolded for being thick-skinned, even if King Qi wanted to be patient, he had no choice but to change his face.

The smile on his face couldn't hold back any longer, he looked at the shopkeeper of Jinxiu Pavilion behind him and the servants who were waiting on him, and said in a bad tone, "This king and Concubine Yong are chatting about the past, the shopkeeper should go to work elsewhere."

He was about to drive people away as soon as he opened his mouth.

The shopkeeper's complexion was not good. Although King Qi had a high position and authority, this was the boundary of Jinxiu Pavilion after all.

And if he left at this time, if something happened to Song Xieyu, who would be responsible?

"Go on, I also want to know what King Qi can tell me about the past."

Song Xieyu gave the shopkeeper a step again, and since she had spoken, the shopkeeper followed the trend and stopped the muddy water.

Soon there were only our own people left in the room, and Xie An just started talking about the topic.

"This king sees Princess Yong's face, it doesn't seem to be very good, but what's bothering me?"

Song Xieyu didn't move like a mountain, and didn't save any face for Xie An: "Since King Qi can see that I have something to worry about, why don't you figure it out, what is my trouble?"

(End of this chapter)