"When our Young Master was designing the Golden Thread Robe, he wrote a poem."
"Oh?" Feng Cang was obviously interested in the poem. Fang Tong followed Murong Qiqi's instructions and wrote the poem and gave it to Feng Cang with both hands.
"Advising Jun Mo to cherish the clothes, advising Jun Mo to cherish his youth. When the flower is ready to be plucked, it must be plucked. Don't wait until the flower is gone and the branch is empty. "
Feng Cang's voice was very pleasant. Even a man like Fang Tong felt comfortable when he heard it. But he didn't know what this future son-in-law's personality was like.
"Master Guang Hua is really interesting! This clothes, I … "
Before Feng Cang could finish his words, he heard a coquettish voice. "This consort wants these clothes!"
When he looked again, he saw a woman in gorgeous clothes standing at the door. She rushed straight to the "gold-threaded robe", her eyes twinkling like stars. "Oh my god! It's so beautiful! I finally understand why Imperial Consort Nan Feng likes the clothes from the Superb Beauty Workshop so much! Sister-in-law, look, isn't it beautiful? "
The one who spoke was Princess Ping Yang, Long Zhe Yu 'er. The sister-in-law she mentioned was Murong Xinlian. Both of them were preparing for the palace banquet. When they heard that the Superb Beauty Workshop came to Xi Liang City, they agreed to come together.
Ever since they went to the lake, Long Zhe Yu 'er and Murong Xinlian inexplicably got closer. Probably because they didn't like Murong Qiqi and they were the same type of people, they had a lot in common. Long Zhe Yu 'er treated Murong Xinlian as her confidante and told her everything.
"It's really beautiful!" After Murong Xinlian saw this set of "Golden Thread Clothing", her gaze never left it. Although she also wanted this clothing, Long Zhe Yu'er was a princess. Her goal today was to please Long Zhe Yu'er, so she could only reluctantly part with it.
"Princess will definitely shine at the palace banquet during the Chong Yang Festival and outshine everyone else!"
Murong Xinlian's bootlicking made Long Zhe Yu'er feel extremely comfortable. She had taken a liking to these clothes at first glance. In Long Zhe Yu'er's eyes, these clothes were tailor-made for her. Only a noble and elegant princess like her had the qualifications to wear this set of "Golden Thread Clothes".
Fang Tong knew who it was but the lady said it was for the future son-in-law. Fang Tong naturally wouldn't let anyone else have it.
"I'm sorry! This young master has already ordered this dress! "
"What?!" Hearing that someone had rejected her, Long Zhe Yu 'er was so angry that she put one hand on her waist and pointed at Fang Tong's nose with the other. She said arrogantly, "Open your dog eyes and take a good look. I am Princess Ping Yang! Who took a fancy to these clothes? Could it be that the other party is more honorable than this empress? "
Faced with Long Zeyu 'er's domineering attitude, Fang Tong's expression was the same, and his voice was still calm.
"Princess, firstly, I am not born in the year of the dog. Although my eyes are small, my eyesight is very good. Secondly, we at the House of Exceptional Beauties pay particular attention to first come, first served. No matter who you are, what your identity is, or how honorable you are, once you come to the House of Exceptional Beauties, you will be our customer. We will treat everyone equally. "
Fang Tong's demeanor was neither servile nor overbearing, and his words were humorous and witty. Feng Cang admired him greatly, and this admiration even extended to Young Master Guang Hua, who was behind Fang Tong. To be able to train his subordinates like this, Young Master Guang Hua was definitely not an ordinary person.
"Impudent!" Seeing that Long Zhe Yu'er was at a disadvantage, Murong Xinlian immediately stepped forward, "Since the princess has taken a fancy to this dress, you can just sell it. Isn't it just money, how much do you want?"
"Ten thousand taels of gold."
The price that Fang Tong shouted directly caused Murong Xinlian's eyelids to jump, "Ten thousand? Gold! Are you trying to rip me off! "
"You are?" Fang Tong narrowed his eyes and pretended not to know Murong Xinlian's identity.
"Hmph!" Murong Xinlian straightened her clothes and raised her sharp chin, "I am Princess Consort Jing!"
"Oh — —" Fang Tong dragged out the words to emphasize, "It seems that Imperial Prince Jing of Xiqi only has one consort..."
"You — —" Murong Xinlian was most conflicted about her identity. Why wasn't she a princess consort? Why did she have to have the word 'consort'? Because of this, she was actually ridiculed by a small shopkeeper, which made her feel extremely embarrassed. "I will soon be a princess consort!"
As she spoke, Murong Xinlian's hand unconsciously touched her lower abdomen. This action, however, was noticed by Feng Cang. So that was the case. No wonder she was so arrogant. It was because she already had someone to rely on!
"Shopkeeper, this is ten thousand taels of gold." Ruyi placed a box in front of Fang Tong. When she opened it, there was a flash of gold, "My young master has taken a fancy to this' gold-threaded robe '. He will pay in full in advance and come pick it up on the ninth day of the New Year."
Ruyi's politeness and politeness formed a sharp contrast with Long Zhe Yu'er's unruly and domineering attitude. His extravagance was even more amazing and caused the customers nearby to start discussing.
"Since Young Master has paid in full, then this shop will make an exception and let Young Master take the robe first." Fang Tong had the 'gold-threaded robe' wrapped up and handed it to Ruyi with a smile. "Young Master must have bought it for your wife! Madam is truly blessed ah! "
"Many thanks..."
Feng Cang was in a very good mood when Fang Tong addressed Murong Qiqi as his wife. That's right, before long, she would become his bride and his princess consort. Madam? Wife? Beloved? Qingqing? Qi'er... these titles were indeed appropriate for her.
"Stop!"
Seeing that Feng Cang and Ruyi had walked to the door with the 'gold-threaded robe' and were about to leave, Long Zhe Yu'er stopped Feng Cang.
"You can leave but leave the robe behind!"
Long Zhe Yu'er stared at the 'gold-threaded robe' in Ruyi's hands. The golden sunlight fell on the light golden muslin and covered it with a layer of mysterious light. Long Zhe Yu'er loved this robe very much. She would never allow such a beautiful robe to appear on someone else!
"Princess, are you going to rob me in broad daylight?" Feng Cang's voice was slightly cold. Ruyi knew what her master was thinking and immediately released a firework into the sky.
The red firework exploded in the sky. It was very beautiful. Long Zhe Yu'er knew that the other party wanted help but she was not afraid at all. This was Xi Liang, the capital of Xi Qi. She was Princess Ping Yang of Xi Qi. Unless her father and mother were here, no one could stop her!
"This empress has taken a fancy to these clothes!"
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