Princess, the lord has come to beg for marriage again!

Chapter 126
Chapter 126
In the 11th year of Dingxing, early spring.

This year, the spring in Liangjing came very early, as if overnight, the flowers all over the city bloomed one after another.

The clouds are steaming and the clouds are as white as the clouds, and the road is covered with flower petals.

The rumors are spreading in the streets and alleys, and Huayan Embroidery Workshop has released new products again!
Spring is the season when all kinds of flowers are in full bloom. The newly released gauze skirts are not only embroidered with petals of various colors using the new technique of picking silk embroidery, but also accompanied by corresponding poems from time to time.

Some are at the corner of the skirt, some are at the side, and the characters on them are painted with silver hooks. Even if they are embroidered with needles, you can still get a glimpse of the person's calligraphy and painting skills.

The new batch of skirts has a nice name, Huaci skirts.

For a time, flower-ci skirts became popular throughout Liangjing.

It's a pity that Huayan Embroidery Workshop has a rule that only one skirt of a style can be sold, and the one with the highest price will get it.

This increases the value of the flower skirt even more.

Everyone is proud of owning such a dress.

Because it not only represents one's own financial resources, but also represents one's own power and status. It is not only beautiful to wear, but also very face-saving.

Especially for girls who are about the age of Ji, literati and refined scholars love calligraphy and painting. If they can wear a floral skirt, they will definitely attract the attention of many young talents.

Shen Qingyi sat in the backyard and set up a small table under the pear tree with two brocade boxes on it.

While counting the banknotes, she sent them in, and recorded them in the account book from time to time.

"Girl, you've earned a lot. Are you getting cramp from counting the money? Do you need me to do it for you?"

Shen Qingyi was seriously recording, when a bright voice suddenly came from above her head, and she couldn't hide her smile.

She looked up suddenly, but saw a person hanging upside down with his feet hooked around the tree trunk, with black hair hanging loosely, swaying in the wind.

This time, the Huaci skirt sold so well, it was due to the person in front of him, all the words on it were inscribed by him.

After experiencing this cooperation, the relationship between the two is different from before and closer.

Thinking of the way he counted the money seriously just now, and being watched by him, his little face felt a little hot.

Quickly changed the subject.

"Yeah, why are you? When did you come?"

The man was still swinging under the tree like a swing, touching her face from time to time, close at hand, and smelling her breath.

"You've started counting the money since you didn't."

Shen Qingyi was so embarrassed that her ears turned red. This man still loves to tease her as before.

Seeing him swaying in front of him again, the two of them looked at each other, and they could even see their own reflection in each other's eyes.

Even if you look backwards, this person is still very good-looking, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, a straight nose and thin lips, especially the tear mole at the corner of the eye, which is alluring.

Her heartbeat suddenly became uncontrollable, and she hurriedly grabbed a bank note and slapped it on his face, pushing him away.

"Here you are! You deserve it!"

The man touched the bank note on his face with one hand, and carefully stuffed it into his arms, his eyes were shining like never before.

"Speaking of which, this is the first time I have made money."

Shen Qingyi moved back a little, and coughed lightly to hide her embarrassment.

"Why is it the first time? Could it be that your King Ning is not even willing to give you a monthly payment?"

This question made him speechless, and he held back for a long time, but he couldn't find a suitable rebuttal sentence.

The words are spoken by myself, and the face is also slapped by myself, so I can only suffer by myself.

It is estimated that in Shen Qingyi's eyes, King Ning is a miser, the kind who does not give money to his subordinates.

The man sighed faintly, and suddenly pursed his lips into a smile, and the moles at the corners of his eyes seemed to come alive.

"Do you want to see the scenery from the heights?"

Before Shen Qingyi understood the meaning of his words, she was wrapped in her arms.

A pair of warm hands passed under her shoulders, directly embraced her, and hugged her.

A whirlwind.

(End of this chapter)