The most greedy time-travel in history: the history of a fortune-loving little woman

Chapter 87 His Royal Highness ([-])

"The imperial concubine, take me as a foster son." After sending Qingge and the Tang family's carriage back first, Qi Zihan smiled and took out a box of sour plums from the hidden compartment of the carriage, and fed Tang Shanshan one by one while explaining road.

"It is said that the imperial concubine's child was the same age as me, but unfortunately died when she was ten years old. The imperial concubine was eager to have a child, so she adopted me as a foster son." Qi Zihan kept the process, but simply explained the matter.

As for the transactions and compromises involved, intrigues and schemes, this is not what she needs to touch.

She just needs to do what she wants to do.

"Ah?" Tang Shanshan yelled in surprise. Didn't she just occupy a prince?
Take a poke to see if the prince is different.

Despite his heavy heart, Qi Zihan still hilariously grabbed Tang Shanshan's poking finger and wrapped it in his palm, remembering the Rouge Pavilion his little girl was tinkering with, and asked with a smile: "Where is the small shop you want to open? How are you getting ready?"

Speaking of this, Tang Shanshan became excited. Baiyin said yesterday that although there were no flowers because of the cold weather, the two new fragrance powders they made were based on the fragrance of tea, supplemented with thick and thick Wuqingzi, etc. It is most suitable for winter use.

However, there is still a lack of a storefront.

"Store? This is easy to manage. Prince Qi's Mansion also has two or three shops in the capital. What kind of shop do you want?" Qi Zihan replied without thinking.

As long as he has, it will be dedicated to his cutest little girl.

Her existence is his belief;
Her will is his destiny.

The trust between each other has no reason at all, but it seems to be engraved deep in the bones and blood, and will never be erased.

So, my little girl, please forgive my most helpless choices until we can be together.

"It doesn't matter much, it's better to have a big yard, so that Baiyin can plant some flowers and plants, which is convenient for use; and then there must be a yard with at least two entrances, so that men and women can live separately; other words..." Tang Shanshan tilted her head After thinking about it, he finally said, "It would be best if I don't pay the rent..."

Sure enough... Qi Zihan laughed, and gently followed Tang Shanshan's shiny black hair, "Little money fan..."

Tang Shanshan, who was eating with her cheeks puffed out, gave Qi Zihan a blank look. She was a fan of oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar tea, so it doesn't cost money?Did that come from the wind?
Can music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and hops alone fill one's stomach?

(End of this chapter)