Chen Xi bluntly declined Mi Xiayao's invitation, saying that she would have other things to attend to later.
Mi Xiayao smiled and said, "Since Miss Chen is busy with other things, I won't force you to stay. If Miss Chen wants to buy cloth in the future, you are welcome to come to Yuelailou."
"Then what if one day I want to come to see you, Miss Mi, instead of Yuelai Lou?"
The smile in Chen Xi's eyes became a little fierce.
Facing the opponent's appraising gaze, Mi Xiayao did not show any stage fright.
"If you want to come to me, Miss Chen is waiting for you at Mifu Villa at any time."
"Then we'll meet again if we are destined."
Chen Xi got the answer he wanted, put down these words, turned around and disappeared into the street.
Pei Xingyuan witnessed a conversation between the two women without any hint of gunpowder.
"I didn't expect that Chen Xi is also a person who can control his aura."
He recited this sentence thoughtfully, and Mi Xiayao happened to listen to it.
She glanced at the man.
"Yes, the reason why the Dali Temple Minister created this situation is just to let you and Chen Xiduo get to know each other better. How about that? Do you still need me to help you block the knife?"
Mi Xiayao raised her eyebrows and imitated Pei Xingyuan's usual careless manner.
There was a playful expression hidden in those bright eyes.
"Tsk, why don't you learn from the good things and instead learn these bad things!"
Seeing the familiar emotions, he wished he could raise his hand to knock Mi Xiayao on the forehead.
"That's why someone doesn't teach the good ones, but teaches the bad ones to me."
The woman put down these words, picked up her skirt and got into the carriage.
This is what I said...
Pei Xingyuan was dumbfounded by her words and watched her carriage swaying into the mainstream lane.
Immediately, the smile in his red eyes faded a lot, he got on his horse, reined in the rope, turned around, and walked in another direction.
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As the preparations for the Queen's birthday came to an end, Mi Xiayao finally breathed a sigh of relief.
These days, Gu Yun helps Mi Xiayao entertain the ladies who come here to buy cloth.
At the same time, according to the arrangement she had discussed with Mi Xiayao, she would occasionally wear clothes specially made by Pei Qiqai and sit in the Yuelai Building.
Over time, many people began to ask Gu Yun about the origin of this dress.
The process of launching in this way is completely different from the original promotion of Yuelailou.
Pei Qiqi also moved into a comfortable house under Mi Xiayao's careful arrangements. However, the backyard was her territory, and the front yard...
"Today, a family member of the Minister of Dali Temple came here. She said her surname was Lan. She also said that our place is better than that of her sister's stepdaughter."
Gu Yun and Mi Xiayao were sitting in the front hall. She recalled what happened today and happened to talk about it.
Mi Xiayao was looking through the list of people who had come to order clothes in the past few days. When she heard what Gu Yun said, she stopped.
"Is her sister's husband's surname Chen?"
"It has to be you. I've been trying to figure out the relationships between various families in Beijing for several days and still can't remember clearly." Gu Yun nodded, "It's Chen. Mrs. Lan means that she wants to come to us to buy clothes, and she's deliberately trying to be annoying."
It’s her sister’s stepdaughter.”
Mi Xiayao:...who is he?
After Gu Yun finished speaking, he also laughed angrily, "I have never seen any aunt extend such a long hand, so I told her that the quota for custom-made clothes this month is full, and asked her to come back next month."
"Mrs. Lan previously wanted to give her sister's stepdaughter to Pei Xingyuan to make a couple. It's normal for her to say such things today."
Mi Xiayao closed the book.
Yuelailou's income from doing business with the royal family was actually not as much as what she earned from the shop. This mess was in her own hands, and Mi Xiayao only hated herself for not asking for more money and insisting on getting an official position.
Fortunately, the newly opened custom-made clothes have a high commission, otherwise the cost she invested would almost be wasted in a short while.
It's no wonder that after she met Chen Xi, not only did he not hate her, but she also knew that there was such a trap in her relationship, waiting for the next person to jump into it.
She rubbed her eyebrows.
Pei Qiqi touched the wall and walked into the front hall. She half-squinted her fox eyes and saw two shadows dangling in front of her.
"Is Sister Mi coming to the house?!" She couldn't hide the joy in her voice.
When Song Qiao saw Pei Qianqi, she quickly stepped forward to lead her across the threshold, being careful about this treasure that was attracting wealth.
"Sister Mi, this courtyard is really nice. It's in a quiet location, but it's also close to some shops. It's much more convenient for me to go out and buy books these days."
After the little girl thanked Song Qiao in a low voice, she ran to Mi Xiayao's side.
These days, Mi Xiayao has been carefully arranging this yard.
As for where she came from...
She had to thank Pei for all this. If he hadn't given her a house, she wouldn't have arranged for Pei Qiqi and the others to move in so quickly.
Not even able to make so much money so quickly.
She looked at Pei Qiqi's half-lidded fox eyes, and then looked at the bill in her hand. The amount on it was really considerable.
After the three of them chatted about other topics one after another, Mi Xiayao left the house with the bill.
The carriages had just driven out of the alley. Today was the day when the imperial city was resting, and there were twice as many carriages on the streets as before.
The carriage driver was stuck at the intersection, and Mi Xiayao could vaguely hear the voice of someone speaking irritably behind him.
She was in a surprisingly good mood today, and with some curiosity, she lifted the curtain and looked outside.
From this look, it doesn't matter. Who knows who is blocking this fork in the road, and the carriage going behind is also blocked.
This kind of road is a coincidence, and carriages from alleys like Mi Xiayao also have to come out.
"Let me tell you! What are the people at the front of the intersection doing to eat? Don't you know there are so many cars behind you?"
Some people have a bad temper and cannot wait any longer, so they yell at the top of their lungs.
Mi Xiayao followed the man's voice and looked over, and saw a rather luxurious-looking carriage. A young man stuck his head out of the window and started shouting at the front.
She was thinking about lowering the curtain, but the young man felt that he was not dignified when talking in the carriage.
He put his head down, got off the carriage, ran to the vicinity of Mi Xiayao in one breath, and yelled another curse at the intersection in front of him.
"Do you know who I am? I'm looking at my car and I'm not letting you drive!"
Here, Song Qiao in Mi Xiayao's carriage stared at her wife with wide eyes and a puzzled face.
"Achen, don't be so impatient when doing things. There may be something delayed, and we are not in a hurry."
A gentle male voice came, which was much more comfortable than the voice that shouted at the top of one's throat.
Mi Xiayao was curious for a moment, so she lifted the car curtain and saw Rong Yuanzhou wearing a silver-white brocade robe with a slender figure.
It's rare to see Rong Yuanzhou wearing something other than official uniform.