Song Qinghuan was not dissatisfied with Chu Yizuo's arrangement. He nodded and agreed without blaming him for making his own decisions.
However, when Song Youyu heard that she was going to sell her dowry in the small courtyard, her face was as dark as the ashes in the pot, so she made the little maid rummage through the boxes and cabinets to find out all his private treasures and send them to her.
He also said: "You are a girl who only buys some rouge, gouache, fabrics and jewelry. If you really need it, you will sell all the dowry. I can afford to support you with my money."
Song Qinghuan counted the money in the box, and found that it was really a few hundred taels. He kept it all with a smile and asked the maid to reply to him: "You said you don't want to support me, so I
I just thought of ways to support myself."
After this message was passed back, Song Youyu never heard from him again. On the second day, he still asked Chu Yi to follow him to Xianglou, and gave many instructions before leaving.
Song Qinghuan counted the time, changed into a man's clothes early, and went to Xianglou at the appointed time. He thought that he would meet the buyer later, and then go back to the house to send the old lady to copy the Buddhist scriptures. It would be enough time.
Because it was early in the morning, there were not many diners in Xianglou, and there were only a few loosely seated tables. Song Qinghuan gave up her money and asked for a private room, where she only had two plates of snacks and a pot of tea.
Song Qinghuan came early and sat there for a long time. He waited until exactly noon on the first day of the Lunar New Year before welcoming the guests into the private room on the second floor at the entrance of Xianglou.
The carved door coffin opened slowly, Song Qinghuan raised his head, and the smile he had put on earlier froze there.
"Hahahaha..." Xiao Ci laughed twice and looked at Song Qinghuan condescendingly: "I told you, you will always fall into my hands."
There was a playful look on his face. He looked Song Qinghuan up and down and raised his eyebrows: "I don't think you, a naughty little naughty boy, can dress up like a pretty boy."
Song Qinghuan stood up in a hurry. When she saw Xiao Ci's face, she wished she could pour all the tea on his face.
"It's fun to go around in such a big circle, isn't it?"
Xiao Ci sat there, crossed his legs, and said with a half-smile, "It's really fun."
"Shameless." Song Qinghuan snorted coldly, raised her feet and prepared to go outside.
Xiao Ci was not in a hurry, he just smiled and said slowly: "Are you sure you want to walk out from here?"
"I expected that you already regretted what happened that day. If you go out again today, I'm afraid you will regret it even more."
Song Qinghuan paused for a moment, and as expected, he didn't go out anymore. After a while, he finally turned around and said, "Tell me, why did you come all the way to find me in such a big circle? It can't be just for fun, right?"
."
"I think Uncle Jiu is not that boring person."
"Hahahahaha..." Xiao Ci laughed: "Who said that, I am just so boring."
Seeing the kindness he pretended to be on Song Qinghuan's face crumbling little by little, he finally suppressed his smile and coughed lightly: "Uncle Ninth, I am a person who does big things, so naturally I won't make you happy."
"Would you like to do something that makes money?"
Song Qinghuan sat down again, but looked at Xiao Ci with a puzzled face, and asked in shock: "What kind of business is killing people and setting fires?"
Xiao Ci...
"Women's money is the easiest to earn. You are good at the art of qihuang and you probably know some ways to nourish your skin. You can come up with a recipe, and I can provide a shop manpower, and we can work together to do the business of high-class ladies."
..."
Song Qinghuan looked at Xiao Ci with even more confusion. Although he was an idle prince, no one in Kyoto would give him any respect. It was not easy to find a doctor who knew how to nourish skin. How could he find him by accident?
This half bucket of water came to me.
After a long silence, Song Qinghuan said: "I am good at poison..."
Compared with serious medical skills, Song Qinghuan is indeed better at poisoning.
Xiao Ci pulled his face.
Song Qinghuan said again: "If you find someone who is good at poisoning to study skin care methods for you, I'm afraid you will be involved in a life-threatening lawsuit before your business is even opened."
It was obvious that Song Qinghuan did not believe Xiao Ci.
She had no choice but to rack her brains to do business, but Xiao Ci was different.
The dignified Prince Rui, ****'s biological brother, although he has no real power in his hands, but if he wants to do some business and collect money, it is a trivial matter. If he opens his mouth, someone will take care of it for him.
And with the title of prince, as long as the things are not too bad, someone will always take care of the business for his sake, so why go through such a big circle to find yourself.
If they say it has no purpose, even Song Qinghuan would not believe it even to death.
Xiao Ci looked at Song Qinghuan for a moment, blinked, and smiled again: "You are so careless, don't I believe you?"
"Do you believe in my poison skills?" Song Qinghuan retorted sarcastically: "I think you are just a weasel paying New Year greetings to a chicken, and you have no good intentions."
"My Song family is in decline. I want money but I don't have money. I want power but I don't have power. There is nothing to gain. Yet you are all about giving me money and you are so flattering. Why do you say it yourself or should I?
"
The Song family has nothing to gain, but the Yun family still has it.
The Yun family is a male, and the only two daughters are in the Song family. If you want to curry favor with the Yun family who have no connections, you can only start with the Song family.
Xiao Ci still had a smile on his eyes and brows, but the amusement on his face had subsided. Unexpectedly, Song Qinghuan was quite transparent.
Unfortunately...
Xiao Ci took the teapot on the table without any haste, poured himself a cup, then put down the tea bowl and sighed happily: "What's the point? I have a way to make money, and you have a way to make money."
We are just doing it for mutual benefit."
He added: "It's not easy for you, a divorced girl. It's a good thing that you don't want to rely on your parents' family and want to be independent. But making money is not that simple. Even if you open a shop, you still have to do it."
Someone is patronizing me."
"Instead of worrying about running out of things to do, why not do your best to study skin care formulas for me. When the shop opens, we can split it 30-70."
It's really tempting to just study some recipes and enjoy the results without worrying about it.
Song Qinghuan was not moved at all, and gave Xiao Ci a sidelong glance: "I open a shop, and what kind of shop I open, and whether I can open it or not is none of your business. As long as you don't use some tricks in secret, I will definitely not have no business at all."
"You're a bastard, you're petty, you care about every little thing, and you're a loser who can't afford to be early. Do you think I'll believe your lies?"
Xiao Ci's thoughts were all shaken out by Song Qinghuan. Seeing that she couldn't move her anymore, he could only touch the tip of his nose with a smile.
Song Qinghuan didn't say much, just waiting for him to speak.
After a while, Xiao Ci said: "You are just too smart, girl. They say that extreme intelligence will lead to injury."
Then he softened his posture and said, "You have guessed it yourself, right? Everyone wants to borrow the power of the Yun family. Not only Xiao Wei wants to borrow it, but Xiao Mu also wants to borrow it. I am a powerless person who is seeking perfection in Kyoto."
Naturally, the Lord also wanted to borrow him as a backer.
