During the conversation, Ang Lee glanced at Yang Yuhuan's neckline from time to time. Although he could avoid the two little palace maids behind him, he could not escape Yang Yuhuan's eyes. She had already noticed it, but she was not angry. On the contrary, she felt that she was too charming and was a little proud. She even deliberately lowered her head from time to time so that Ang Lee could see more.
After all, Ang Lee was young and handsome, which was also her type. If the ugly old man dared to be rude, she would have been angry.
Yang Yuhuan was also very happy while chatting with Ang Lee. After all, the vitality of young people could not be compared with the vitality of old people. The feeling that young people brought to her was far from that of old people. However, due to her identity, she had to suppress her emotional pursuit. She could only serve the old emperor wholeheartedly and continue the glory of her family.
She did not dare to contact people she should not contact, but Ang Lee was an exception. As an outstanding talent of the Tang Empire, Ang Lee had great prestige and could enter the Imperial Palace of the Tang Empire anytime and anywhere. There was nothing wrong with contacting Yang Yuhuan. Moreover, there was a legitimate reason. Ang Lee gave her a gift, and there were other people in the room. They were not alone in the room. Even if the emperor knew, he would have nothing to say.
Today, she asked Ang Lee to go to the bedchamber to give her a gift, not because she was tired and did not want to go out, but because she deliberately wanted to make a little ambiguous. She wanted to see what kind of expression Ang Lee would have when he saw her usual makeup and her neckline.
Yang Yuhuan was very satisfied with the development of the matter. Not only because Ang Lee gave her a great gift, but also because Ang Lee's expression when he saw her neckline and his timid peeping made her heart ripple. Her heart was so sweet that it could not be described with words. Her voice was a little numb. If there were no other people in the room, she would have jumped into Ang Lee's arms.
It was said that the eyes were the window to the soul. That was to say, what a person was thinking in his heart could be seen through the eyes. At least 80% of it could be seen.
And Yang Yuhuan's eyes were watery. Ang Lee naturally understood that his handsome appearance made Yang Yuhuan's heart ripple. Therefore, he peeped at Yang Yuhuan's neckline more unscrupulously. He even dared to look at it blatantly. Yang Yuhuan gave him a faint smile and did not blame him. She was so beautiful to be seen to to to show it to others.... to be appreciated to better reflect her peerless appearance....... to be seen to be appreciated to be appreciated...
. The eunuchs and palace maids were all servants. When Ang Lee and Yang Yuhuan were chatting, they could only lower their heads at the side. In fact, they did not dare to look at anything. Even if they saw something, they absolutely did not dare to speak carelessly. Did they dare to tell outsiders that Yang Yuhuan was seducing Ang Lee? In this way, even if someone believed it, what awaited them was a dead end. The emperor also wanted face. Wasn't slandering the imperial concubine a capital crime? Wasn't this deliberately making the emperor a cuckold? Which emperor could tolerate this matter?
Therefore, they did not dare to speak carelessly. If they did not say anything, it would be good for everyone. If they said something that they should not say, it would be bad for everyone. Everyone would be very unhappy. This was also the unspoken rule of palace life. It was very difficult for people who did not understand the rules to survive. They might not even know how they died.
Ang Lee had been in the Tang dynasty for a long time and had stayed in the imperial court for a long time. Therefore, he naturally understood the various unspoken rules of the imperial court and the palace. This was also the main reason why Ang Lee could boldly peek at Yang Yuhuan's neckline.
"What kind of perfume does the imperial concubine like? You can tell me. After I go back tonight, I can prepare it for the imperial concubine. I can send it tomorrow morning."
Ang Lee asked.
Yang Yuhuan's expression was slightly regretful as she said, "The scents I like are more flowers in spring, but it's autumn now. Other than chrysanthemums, only begonia flowers are passable. I can't remember anything else. However, begonia flowers are much smaller than chrysanthemums, so I'm afraid they won't be easy to gather. Assistant Minister Li won't have enough time!"
After saying that, she lowered her head slightly so that Ang Lee could feast his eyes on her.
Ang Lee smiled and said, "As long as the imperial concubine likes it, I can definitely get it for you. It's just begonia perfume. I will send it to the imperial concubine tomorrow."
"Haha! Thank you very much. I'll wait. "
Yang Yuhuan replied softly. She looked up and saw a palace maid coming in. She asked, "What's the matter?"
"Your Highness, the three madams are about to arrive. Is there anything to prepare?"
The little palace maid reminded her.
Yang Yuhuan looked a little disappointed and replied, "I see. Go to Penglai Lake and prepare some snacks. We will go there later."
"Yes, Your Highness."
Seeing that the three madams were about to arrive, Ang Lee quickly said, "Since the imperial concubine has something else to do, I will take my leave."
After saying that, he glanced at Yang Yuhuan's collar and inadvertently looked at Yang Yuhuan. He saw the happiness and passion in her eyes and shivered with excitement.
"I will wait for you tomorrow."
Yang Yuhuan replied softly and looked at Ang Lee with enthusiasm, indicating that Ang Lee could leave and not forget to come back tomorrow morning.
"I will take my leave."
Ang Lee felt sweet in his heart and slowly stepped back. After taking one last look at Yang Yuhuan, he left the palace in a very good mood.
On the way back, Ang Lee recalled the big meat ball and Yang Yuhuan's enthusiastic eyes. He was in a very good mood. The swaying soft thing was too tempting. If he could touch it, it would be so satisfying. Unfortunately, Ang Lee did not dare. He really did not dare!
"Assistant Minister Li, why are you so happy? You haven't stopped smiling. "
When he was about to reach the gate of the palace, Ang Lee met Chen Xuanli.
As a high-ranking official, Chen Xuanli didn't need to stay at the gate of the palace all the time. He could just let his subordinates guard the gate. This was not his duty. However, he had nothing to do, so he went to the gate of the Great Ming Palace. The subordinates guarding the gate had the same personality as him. They could chat happily together.
Ang Lee quickly stopped smiling and said: "It's nothing. I was just praised by the imperial concubine. Also, tomorrow morning, I will come to the palace to deliver perfume. Today, it will be chrysanthemum scented. Tomorrow, it will be begonia scented. The imperial concubine prefers the begonia scented."
"Hehe! The imperial concubine praised you and you are so happy. "
Chen Xuanli's face was full of disbelief. He paused and said in a low voice: "We are friends. There are some things that I have to remind you. Do not get too close to the imperial concubine. Especially her palace. You really should not go in!"
After saying that, his face was full of worry.
Ang Lee still felt a little guilty. Perhaps he had seen through his infatuated expression. However, he could not say such things without evidence.
"Old Chen, what are you talking about? There are palace maids and eunuchs in the house. I am just there to deliver perfume. Nothing else. Who would think too much? "
Ang Lee quickly explained.
"But your expression just now was too much. You can't smile like that in the palace. I was just reminding you out of kindness. You can't go wrong by being more careful."
Chen Xuanli said with concern.
Ang Lee nodded and said: "Haha! Thank you, Old Chen. Alright, I will go back now. If you are still here tomorrow, we will meet again. "
After saying that, he waved at Chen Xuanli and left the palace.
There was more than one gate in Daming Palace. However, most of the officials who entered the palace used the south gate. Although it was a side gate, it was still of good quality. It was exclusive to the ministers. The side gate was usually prepared for palace maids and eunuchs.
Ang Lee did not know which gate the Yang sisters used to enter the palace. However, on the way out of the palace, Ang Lee did not meet them. There were two possibilities. One was that they entered through another gate. The other was that they entered too early and had already run to the back of Penglai Lake. Naturally, they would not meet Ang Lee.
However, it was a good thing that they did not meet. Otherwise, they would have to exchange greetings again.
Making perfume was only a side job for Ang Lee. Ang Lee's main task now was the Thousand Mile Sound Transmission Plan. Therefore, after leaving the palace, Ang Lee went to the R&D center. Many key technologies of the plan were being developed. These R&D projects needed Ang Lee's continuous follow-up to ensure the smooth progress.
By the Penglai Lake of Daming Palace, the three sisters of the Yang family were sitting together and chatting. In the pavilion, there were snacks and tea prepared by the palace maids. However, Yang Yuhuan had not arrived yet.
"Eighth Sister, you look better and better. It seems that the scholar from Luoyang suits your taste very much! Is he very good? "
Madam Qin put her hand on Madam Guo's shoulder and asked with a charming look.
"Fresh ones are the best. If you are interested, I can give them to you to play with for a few days. What do you think?"
Madam Guo said generously.
"Haha! How can I accept that? However, if Eighth Sister really has this kind of heart, Elder Sister can accept it. Aiya! That scholar is really handsome. I'm attracted to him! "
Madam Qin said with a charming smile at the corner of her mouth.
"You talk about this as soon as you come. I can smell you two little foxes from so far away. You are so shameless."
Madam Han was the oldest, so she naturally had the right to teach them a lesson. However, this was just a joke and not a serious lesson. She also knew that she did not have the ability to control her two younger sisters. In fact, her younger sister's position in the Emperor's heart was even higher than hers. However, there was nothing wrong with joking and scolding occasionally. They were all sisters and would not care about anything.
"Eldest Sister, you have been alone for so many years. Don't you feel lonely? As a woman, you should treat yourself better. Don't enjoy yourself when you should. When you can't enjoy yourself anymore, it will be too late. "
Madam Guo looked at her eldest sister coquettishly with the intention of seducing her.
"You two little foxes, try your best to flirt with me!"
Madam Guo said with a smile.
"Ah! Forget it. We are not the same kind of people. Let's talk about something else. Recently, the sales of our new underwear are not very good. The noblewomen don't like it. I don't know what the problem is. "
Madam Qin said.
"Maybe it's because we have sold too many underwear. Every official's wife has an endless supply of underwear, so they don't want to buy it."
Madam Guo replied.
"Nonsense. As long as women have money in their hands, even if they can't fit all the clothes at home, they will continue to buy clothes. They can't stop no matter what. So, that's definitely not the reason. The clothes we designed are not much different from the previous ones, which made the rich women not want to buy them."
Madam Guo retorted.
Mrs. Han nodded and said, "What Eighth Sister said seems to be reasonable. However, underwear is worn close to the body. What kind of design can there be? Isn't it just a few pieces of rags? What can be designed has already been designed. I'm afraid there's nothing new to design!"
After saying that, she frowned helplessly. This business was given to them by Li An. When they first started running it, business was very good. But later, people began to imitate them, and the business was affected to a certain extent. However, it was still okay. But recently, it was getting worse because they couldn't come up with new undergarments that were particularly satisfactory. As a result, the sales volume naturally fell, and the money they could earn was naturally a lot less.
Although the income was still not low, it was much less than two years ago, which made them very unhappy. It was an indescribable discomfort.
However, they were also helpless. The designers they hired could only make improvements on the basis of Ang Lee's previous designs, and the potential for improvement was limited. They couldn't keep making improvements! Without their own ideas, it was only a matter of time before they ran out of ideas. They were all people of this era and had never seen the fancy undergarments of the later generations. Naturally, they couldn't think of any ideas. The designs they made were all the same old goods and there wasn't much change. No woman would buy too many undergarments that looked the same unless there was water in her head or if she was buying them from the market.
Madam Guo's face suddenly changed. She thought for a moment and said unhappily, "I heard that batteries are consumables. Once we master it, we can make a lot of money. Unfortunately, Imperial Concubine refused to help. In this case, I'm afraid we have to pay a lot to get the technology that the other two families share. It's a loss."
"Eighth Sister, don't say that. You can't blame Imperial Consort Meimei for this. She did her best. His Majesty and Assistant Minister Li have already decided on this matter. It's indeed inappropriate for her to go back on her word for our Yang family."
Madam Guo said.
"Only my sister is kind. If we don't fight for it, we'll lose money! It's a lot of money! "
"Imperial Concubine is here. Don't talk nonsense."
Seeing Yang Yuhuan coming from afar, the three madams didn't dare to talk nonsense.
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