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Chapter 322 Chance Encounter

 The carriage pulled the two of them through the main street and headed towards the small market at the west end of the street.

On the way, Xi Yalan’s eyes were full of love and affection.

Xia Qianqian felt a little uncomfortable, raised the car curtains and looked out.

By coincidence, at a shop on the main street, the boys were carrying things out.

Remove the plaque and organize the goods.

Xi Yalan followed her gaze and couldn't help but say "Huh".

"Stop!"

She lifted the door curtain in front of the car and warned: "Go and ask, what happened to that store?"

"Yes, ma'am."

The boy jumped out of the carriage and trotted forward to ask.

Xia Qianqian asked curiously: "Madam, is something wrong?"

Xi Yalan frowned, "There are many rouge and gouache shops in Jiangcheng, but the moisturizing oil from this shop has a light fragrance, mild effect, and is very easy to use."

"Every year, I come to Jiangcheng from the capital, and I drive in a light car. Every time I come here, I always buy something from his family. This... Grandma Rong went shopping a few days ago, but today she has to unload the plaque."
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The boy ran over quickly, and after a while, he ran over again, bowed his hands and reported: "Madam, this shop closed yesterday."

"Starting today, some guys came to clean up. It is said that the old couple selling rouge and gouache are not the owners of this shop. The landlord wanted to take back the house and use it for other purposes, so he gave them a sum of money and took over the house."
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"Hey! What a pity! What a pity."

Xi Yalan shook his head and said with infinite regret: "Although this shop is small, it has been open for many years. Many ladies in Jiangcheng are regular customers of his shop."

"Do you know where their shop will be moved?"

The boy shook his head, "My subordinates asked, but they didn't know. They just said that he was walking in a hurry and there was no whereabouts."

Xi Yalan was helpless, and most of her enthusiasm for shopping suddenly disappeared.

Xia Qianqian looked towards the door of the shop, where some servants were carrying some pots, pans and other items into the shop.

Is it possible that this shop was changed from a rouge and gouache shop to a restaurant?

Xia Qianqian cursed in her heart.

This shop is located in the center of the main street, with a large flow of people and an excellent location.

No matter what kind of business you are doing, there will be no shortage of customers.

However, there are many restaurants and inns on the main street.

There is a large-scale restaurant almost every other distance. The food prices are reasonable, the dishes are delicious, and they have a regular customer base.

If you open a medium-sized restaurant here without its own characteristics, it will be difficult to attract customers.

It's better that the people who originally sold rouge and gouache knew how to choose the location.

Men drink and chat in the restaurant, while women can come here to browse and carefully choose something that suits them.

As the saying goes, mutual benefit, interdependence, and everyone gets what they need.

Xia Qianqian shook her head and said comfortingly: "Madam, if you are tired, let's go sit in the Juwang Building in front for a while."

"Okay!"

No matter where Xi Yalan goes, as long as she can be alone with her daughter, she will be happy.

While they were talking, the carriage stopped at the entrance of Juwang Tower.

When Shopkeeper Qiao saw the people getting off the carriage, he was so excited that he almost jumped three feet high.

This great aunt!

How long has this been? He was looking forward to her manuscript, and the flowers were almost withered.

But at this time, she appeared as a girl. He was anxious, but he could not reveal her identity at will.

"Mrs. Xi, Miss Xia, please come inside!"

He stepped forward, his heart beating wildly with excitement.

Xia Qianqian let Xi Yalan walk in front and followed behind. After Xi Yalan climbed up the steps, she pretended to stumble and supported the stone lion on the side.

As soon as the cuffs were loosened, the manuscript slipped into the stone lion's mouth.

Xi Yalan, who was walking in front, didn't see her coming back, so she turned around and asked, "Qianqian."

Shopkeeper Qiao quickly blocked Xi Yalan's sight, cupped her hands and said, "Madam, please come first."

Xi Yalan frowned.

Xia Qianqian took a few steps to catch up, and said with a smile: "Just now I saw a person on the street who looked very familiar. I thought I met an acquaintance, so I took a few more glances, and it turned out that I had mistaken the person."

The two of them walked upstairs together. When they passed by the door of Tianzihao Yajian, the wooden door was ajar.

Somehow, Xia Qianqian turned her head and secretly took a peek inside.

The ajar door suddenly opened from the inside, and a pair of young boy's deep eyes met hers.

Both sides were slightly stunned.

He spoke first, "Why are you here now?"

Xia Qianqian was shocked.

Today's Cuttlefish has a serious face, and his eyes lack the tenderness that was rare in the past.

"I performed well in the painting class, Mr. Zhu allowed me to take leave, and I went shopping with Dean Xi."

In fact, it was not she who accompanied Dean Xi, but Dean Xi who came to accompany her.

Only then did Ji Zimo notice that there was a surprised Xi Yalan standing next to her.

He nodded slightly, and Xi Yalan nodded slightly in response.

Two people, one is the current dignified King Xian, and the other is the wife of Marquis Pingyang, they have a special relationship, and it is not easy to reveal it in front of Xia Qianqian for a while.

"Mr. Mo, this book on Juwanglou is very good, so I invite Qianqian to listen to it together."

Xia Qianqian pouted proudly and said dissatisfiedly: "You are not. You say you are very busy, but you are in Juwang Building, drinking tea and listening to music. I think life is nourishing, and you are living a good life!"

Her words were a bit teasing, and Xi Yalan was so frightened that she secretly poked her hand.

The person in front of me is His Highness the Xian King.

As the Marquis of Pingyang, she did not dare to be presumptuous in front of him.

But Xia Qianqian didn't notice it at all and still stared back at him provocatively.

Ji Zimo looked at her, wondering what she was secretly doing last night.

He wanted to ask her, but he was also afraid that if she refused to tell him the details and lied casually, wouldn't it be more suspicious in his heart?

Over the years, he has been good at guessing people's hearts, but he couldn't guess hers.

Really, a woman’s heart is as deep as a needle.

Xi Yalan noticed Ji Zimo's anger, calmed down her expression slightly, and suggested: "Mr. Mo, if you are busy, let's go to the private room next door first."

She gave Xia Qianqian a wink, turned around and went to the private room next door.

Xia Qianqian followed him, and before leaving, she turned back, winked at him, and whispered: "You will definitely regret being so cruel to me now."

When she gave him the accurate topographical and fortification map of Fanshan, he felt ashamed.

Ji Zimo looked at her deeply, unable to express what he felt in his heart.

Behind her, Xiao Yong reminded: "Sir, the secret guards followed her, although they didn't find that she had done anything suspicious. But this is the most suspicious thing."

Xiao Yong had a serious face, "Young master, don't be fooled by people's appearances and lose your judgment."

Ji Zimo was silent, his whole body was like a volcano that had been dormant for many years, with magma rolling and burning inside, trying to burst out.

In my ears, the exciting voice of Shopkeeper Qiao came from the lobby on the first floor, "Dear guests, today, we will start the next two chapters of "Journey to the West", and then we will tell you the last two chapters of "The Legend of the White Snake."<

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In the lobby, the guests applauded excitedly and urged: "Speak quickly, speak quickly, we can't wait any longer."

Ji Zimo's face sank.

To be able to write such a literary novel, how deep her thoughts must be.
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