Song Qinghuan came over after hearing the movement, his eyes turned between the two of them, and before Song Youyu could speak, he scolded: "You don't have eyes when you walk?"
Then he gestured to Princess Rouzhen: "I'd better send the princess off in person."
Princess Rouzhen didn't ask Song Youyu's name. She turned her head to look at the young man, but she didn't want to be blocked by Song Qinghuan.
She felt angry and had a lump in her throat. She pulled Song Qinghuan, but when she saw that the young man had disappeared, he couldn't help but glare at her: "Mind your own business."
Song Qinghuan led Princess Rouzhen downstairs and said with a smile: "She is still young, so you don't want to cause trouble."
Princess Rouzhen snorted in displeasure and said nothing.
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It was not too early when she came out of Yipinju. Princess Rouzhen asked her maid Wu Nian to help her get into the carriage.
After walking a long way, Wu Nian lowered his voice and said, "Princess, do you really want to join forces with this girl from the Song family?"
"The Song family is in decline now. She alone, no matter how powerful she is, can't turn this day around."
Princess Rouzhen leaned against the car wall lazily, with the young man's warm smile still flashing in her mind. She heard this and smiled sarcastically: "Then do you think this princess can turn this day around on her own?"
Wu Nian lowered his head and said respectfully: "This slave talks too much, please punish me princess."
Princess Rouzhen raised her hand, but asked: "Can you find out who the guest in Yipinju today is?"
Wu Nian lowered his head even more, and said in a voice as loud as a mosquito: "Back to Princess, no, I don't think this is a big deal, but I'm very defensive."
"I know." Princess Rouzhen sighed dejectedly, waved her hand and drove Wu Nian out of the car. She stared at the roof of the carriage with unfocused eyes, and then said to herself after a while: "When will this day come?"
It's a head..."
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After seeing off Princess Rouzhen, Song Qinghuan turned around and his face darkened.
But Song Youyu had already gotten into the private room, crossed his legs and started eating and drinking.
Song Qinghuan looked him over, then sat down and asked, "You just said yesterday that your legs and feet were not feeling well and you were not willing to participate in the flower banquet. How come you can still run and jump today?"
Song Youyu sweated on his forehead, drank some tea, ate a piece of snacks, and said: "This snack is good, and the chef in this class is no worse than Xianglou."
After finishing speaking, seeing Song Qinghuan still staring at him, he couldn't help but laugh twice: "I have a hot temper. Fortunately, I didn't go to the flower banquet yesterday, otherwise I would have known that the girl from the Yan family bullied our Qingyan.
I have to break off the person's hand."
Song Qinghuan glared at him and didn't care if his words didn't convey what he wanted. It hadn't been long since he had reconciled with the royal family in the same city. The wind in Kyoto hadn't even blown yet. Song Youyu had just broken off the engagement with the Zhu family. It was normal that he didn't want to join in the fun.
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In the past few years, the original Song Qinghuan always entrusted the future of the Song family to Song Youyu, forcing him to study, restraining him from playing, and nagging him in his ears all the time. The relationship between the siblings became worse every year.
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In recent days, Song Qinghuan was no longer the same as before. Song Youyu could also see the tenacity in her bones, and the relationship between the two had eased a lot.
This time, Song Youyu felt relieved when he saw that Song Qinghuan had no intention of getting angry. He rolled his eyes and asked tentatively: "Today, this mother made the Yan family's mother and daughter very angry. I saw that the posture was very good."
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Then he said: "However, my mother went to Zhang's house again now. What did my sister say she went to Zhang's house to do?"
Song Qinghuan's face became hot, and the daggers flew straight at Song Youyu: "You are a bitch like a woman, so you are shameless. It has nothing to do with you to go to Zhang's house if your mother likes to go there."
He stood up and said, "It's getting late, I'll go back first."
After saying this, he didn't even wait for Song Youyu to respond, and ran away as if he had no choice but to leave.
What else can Xiaoyun do if she goes to the Zhang family?
Yesterday she personally promised Wei Yutang that it would be feasible, and Wei Yutang was interested.
Since this was the case, the Wei family had to come to Kyoto in person to propose marriage to the Song family to settle the matter.
Song Youyu had some doubts earlier, but didn't dare to make a decision. Now seeing Song Qinghuan's attitude, there was something he didn't understand.
All of a sudden, I lost my appetite. I threw the snacks in my hands onto the thin porcelain plate, feeling a little annoyed.
He once heard Xiaoyun saying to Song Wende: "It's just that his reputation is not very good. He had a reputation for being a wife-suppressant because of some things in the early years."
Song Wende and Xiaoyun wanted to marry Song Qinghuan as soon as possible. Anyone could understand it, but Song Qinghuan himself had to be so self-destructive, even marrying a man with a reputation for being a wife?
Song is angry, but what can he do if he is angry again? The Song family is only in such a situation now, what kind of challenge can they have.
Song Qinghuan didn't know what Song Youyu was thinking, so he didn't have any dinner when he returned to Lanyue Pavilion, so he washed up and got ready to rest.
Xiaoyun sent someone to invite Song Qinghuan to talk, but Xunmei stopped her while standing in the corridor: "Young lady, you rested without eating your dinner. Please tell me, sister, to tell my wife that the two shops will open in a few days." Okay, the girl has been very tired these past few days."
Song Qinghuan still heard Xunmei talking, but as soon as he turned over, he was confused and didn't understand anything anymore.
The same brand of Dianzhuang Pavilion opened on the last day of February.
Within two days, Song Dashan and Song Dashan brought back the master who made powder from the south.
The master's surname was Qiao and his given name was Yirong. He came with his wife and daughter. His wife Zhu suffered from an old illness and his daughter Qiao Shu was only the same age as Rouge, so the journey was slow.
Qiao Yirong was honest and kind to his wife and daughter, never saying a harsh word.
It's nothing like that cow by the way.
Song Qinghuan placed the person in the makeup pavilion without giving any instructions. Qiao Yirong was worried for two days. He went to Mr. Wu and stammered: "Is the boss dissatisfied with me? I, I have been doing nothing for two days." ,I..."
Although Song Qinghuan had never met Qiao Yirong, he could clearly understand his every move.
After two days, she held a banquet and went down to take care of Qiao Yirong's family.
After Niu Shun's incident, Qiao Yirong became even more cautious when he arrived, and signed employment documents with many more rules than before.
And this lot is for ten years.
Qiao Yirong was illiterate, so Mr. Wu read it over with him. In the end, he signed and drew the words without even thinking about it.
But he made a request and wanted to pay for one month.
Mr. Zhu was in poor health and had been on medication for a long time. Unless he had no choice, his family would not leave their hometown and come to Kyoto to make a living.
When Mr. Wu explained the situation, Song Qinghuan said without thinking, "Give him two months' payment."
When people are at the end of their rope, as long as they have some conscience, they can always remember to lend a helping hand.
Qiao Yirong had rarely seen such a generous employer. After receiving the monthly payment, his hands were still shaking and he worked harder and harder.
The shop will open soon, and there are a lot of goods to prepare.
Qiao Yirong's craftsmanship was no worse than Niu Shun's. He had never done the first rouge or lipstick, but once he saw the finished product and looked through the materials in the store, he knew how to make it without asking in detail.
He can not only do rouge, lipstick, but also face powder, eyebrow makeup, hair oil, and skin nourishing cream.
Mr. Wu came over with inkstones to talk to Song Qinghuan about the situation and said: "We don't have a few days to spare. I'm afraid it won't be possible to prepare enough goods. I'm thinking that we can simply limit the supply."
"The first rouge and lipstick were sent to the ladies of various houses. Many people have already come to ask when our shop will open. Others said we don't need to do more, just make more of these two things, but that's okay.
It doesn’t have to be too much."
Mr. Wu is good at calculating, writing, and remembering good accounts, but he does not have such a flexible mind.
Song Qinghuan glanced at Yanwen, who had lowered his eyebrows and said, "You can do whatever you want."
Now that she had a solution, she didn't worry about it and just prepared to go to Zhang Yunwei's home for a banquet.
Zhang Yunwei has been living in Uncle Chengen's house for these days, but when the Wei brothers come, it is no longer suitable. She just moved into the house yesterday, and today she is invited to the greenhouse.
Zhang Yunwei's house is on Wujin Lane behind Jinyu Lane.
Although it's not as good as Goldfish Alley, it's quieter and closer to Uncle Cheng'en's Mansion. It's only a quarter of an hour's walk away in a soft sedan.
As soon as Mr. Wu and Yanwen left, Xunmei showed the selected clothes to Song Qinghuan and asked directly: "Which one will the girl wear today? I think both of them look good."
A red gilded Confucian skirt with tangled branches and flowers, and a pink and blue embroidered orchid moonlight skirt.
One is delicate and the other is beautiful.
Song Qinghuan pointed casually: "Just the Yuehua skirt."
Xunmei blinked: "Young lady, I don't want to think about it anymore, I'm going to see the Young Master of the Wei family soon.
