He took out two ingots of gold, pointed at Sang Yan, who had his back to them, and whispered to the boss: "Prepare a copy of everything that lady has seen."
The boss was a woman in her forties. When she saw the gold, she immediately smiled and nodded: "Easy to talk about. Easy to talk about."
Her small eyes were shining brightly, and she asked a waiter to do as he was told, and then she secretly looked at He Yingguo - the young man was handsome and noble, so he must be a person.
Thinking about it, she stepped forward with a smile and greeted her warmly: "Sir, would you like to personally select one to give to the girl you like? It would be more meaningful to select it by yourself."
He Ying thought it made sense, so he went to pick it out himself.
Seeing this, the boss introduced him: "This is peach blossom noodles. Apply a layer before going to bed. When you wake up the next day, your skin will be smooth and tender, like a peach. This is a beautiful color. Look at this fragrant color."
Red, apply it on your lips, ouch, you will definitely look more beautiful than flowers..."
She is a master salesman, and with just a few words, she can arouse people's desire to buy.
He Ying could not help but imagine himself applying lipstick to Sang Yan.
It must be beautiful.
"Master——"
A soft female voice sounded, suddenly breaking his beautiful imagination.
When He Ying came back to his senses, he saw a pretty girl standing in front of him - a delicate oval face, sparkling peach blossom eyes, a butterfly step made of ruby in her bun, wearing a garnet red dress.
, her waist is slender, tied with white jade tassels, and she looks graceful and graceful as she walks.
She is indeed a rare beauty.
But he only glanced at it, then took two steps back and frowned slightly.
"Master, this folding fan is really beautiful——"
The beauties came in all shapes and sizes, with smiles as bright as flowers and voices like orioles: "My elder brother is about to be crowned. I wonder if the young master can part with his love and sell it to me? I would be very grateful to you."
In fact, it was fake for her to buy things, but it was real for her to strike up a conversation.
He Ying didn't think too much and refused: "No."
beauty:"……"
She didn't expect this result. She was stunned for a moment. When she realized it, she immediately blushed and was extremely embarrassed. However, looking at the man's handsome face and extraordinary temperament, she was still moved, so she bravely said: "I
I sincerely beg to buy it, my father is the loyal and righteous Hou Jiangheng, the price is not an issue."
Now He Ying was shocked - the Jiang family's daughter? Sang Yan's ex-sister-in-law?
Thinking of Sang Yan, the beauty actually recognized Sang Yan, waved her hand and called: "Sister-in-law——"
Sang Yan picked out her things, put on her silk hat, and was about to leave when she was called.
Because He Ying's back was turned to her, although she felt familiar, she didn't expect it to be him.
She recognized Jiang Yue, the former sister-in-law of the original owner, and had a good relationship with the original owner. She thought she was being pestered by a man, so she stepped forward and asked, "Jiang Yue, what's wrong?"
During the inquiry, he subconsciously looked at the man. The next moment, his face changed drastically: "Emperor - um -"
He Ying reacted quickly, picked up the folding fan and put it against Sang Yan's lips.
Due to exertion, the lips become congested and become bright red.
Sang Yan felt pain and quickly took two steps back to avoid the folding fan.
"Hey...why is Mr. He here?"
She knew that the Dog Emperor did not want to reveal his identity, so she thought about a suitable title.
He Ying took back the folding fan and unconsciously touched the place where the folding fan touched her lips with his fingers, as if there was still her residual warmth.
"Come out for a walk."
He smiled slightly and spoke perfunctorily.
Sang Yan didn't ask any more questions and looked at Jiang Yue: "You called me just now, is there something wrong?"
"It turns out that my sister-in-law knows Mr. He."
Jiang Yue was immersed in this surprise and did not notice the weirdness between the two of them. She smiled and explained: "That's it. Sister-in-law, I have taken a fancy to Mr. He's folding fan. Thinking that my second brother's birthday is coming soon, I want to buy it as a gift.
As a result, he forgot that it was also his beloved thing. I was rude."
At this point, she bowed to He Ying and smiled: "I hope you will forgive me."
The beauty is polite in her advances and retreats, and her tutor is very good.
If it were another man, I'm afraid he would be tempted.
Unfortunately, she met He Ying.
He Ying did not give her any face, and said coldly: "I hope you will remember today's rudeness and not do it again in the future."
Jiang Yue: "..."
She was so embarrassed that her face was on fire, all the way to her earlobes, and it was so red that it looked like it was about to bleed.
This Mr. He... doesn't he like her?
But she likes him so much.
Not willing to give up.
Still thinking about asking for news about him.
Then she tugged on Sang Yan's sleeve and said softly: "Sister-in-law, it's rare to see you. How about we go to Qingfeng Residence to listen to Mr. Feng's story?"
There is no growth in my body, but there is a refreshing breeze in my heart.
Sang Yan had heard of Qingfengju's name, so he was naturally interested. Plus, with He Ying appearing here, it would definitely not be that simple. In order to avoid being alone with him, he had to accept it.
"OK."
She nodded, looked at He Ying, and said respectfully: "I still have something to do, Mr. He, please forgive me for not being able to accompany you."
He Ying glanced at her and chuckled: "Don't worry. I just reserved a place at Qingfengju. If you want to go in, you probably have to accompany me."
Sang Yan: "..."
They can change their place to kill time, thank you.
But Jiang Yue answered excitedly: "Okay. What a coincidence. Thank you Mr. He."
He Ying thought she was an eyesore and was cold and silent.
A group of people went to Qingfeng Residence.
Today's Qingfengju was indeed booked by He Ying.
The upper and lower floors were deserted and deserted.
After Sang Yan entered, he looked around and couldn't help but say: "Business life, all kinds of things in the world, are inseparable from people. Mr. He booked the venue, and this Qingfeng Residence lost a lot of fun."
"Haha. What the Crown Princess says makes sense."
A clear male voice sounded from the second floor.
Sang Yan looked over after hearing the sound, and saw a handsome young man in his twenties, with a slender figure, wearing a gray linen robe, with a rough wooden hairpin in his long hair. He looked poor, but he had the demeanor of an elegant scholar.
.
"You must be Mr. Feng."
Sang Yan smiled back, with admiration in his eyes - look, this must be the legendary man of poverty and happiness, and the character of a celebrity.
He Ying saw her almost admiring expression from the corner of his eye, frowned, and suddenly felt that coming here was a wrong decision.
"No, that's right."
Feng Yicheng clasped his hands and bowed elegantly to Sang Yan.
Then, he raised his head and looked at Sang Yan sadly: "The Crown Princess may have forgotten me. I once had some friendship with Zhuo Zhi."
Zhuozhi is the Chinese character for Jiangling.
There are bandits and gentlemen who are as good at cutting as they are at discussing, as at polishing as they are at polishing.
When Feng Yicheng saw Sang Yan, he thought of his old friend.
After being reminded by him, Sang Yan also found out the information about Feng Yicheng from the memory of the original owner: the eldest grandson of Feng Yi, the imperial censor, was a good friend of Jiang Ling. The two of them passed the imperial examination together and enjoyed great success.
Unfortunately, Jiang Ling passed away four years ago and he resigned accordingly.
"Oh, it turns out to be the Feng family brother."
Sang Yan smiled faintly: "We haven't seen you for so long, I don't even dare to recognize you."
"Ahem——"
He Ying couldn't see that they were talking happily, so he coughed a few times.
When Feng Yicheng heard this, his heart tightened, and he hurriedly greeted him with a warm and somewhat respectful tone: "Second Master is here, and I'm not far away to welcome him."
He Ying glanced at him coldly and said nothing.
Feng Yicheng was keenly aware that the reason for the emperor's unhappiness was because of himself, but he was puzzled: when he received the news early in the morning, he rushed to the couch to greet him with great solemnity. What went wrong to make him unhappy?
Wait, is it because it's Sang Yan?
The emperor likes Sang Yan?
His expression changed and he didn't dare to think about it anymore.
"Everyone, please——"
He stretched out his hand, smiled, and led the way.
The group of people moved to the private room on the second floor.
The waiter had already prepared tea and fruit snacks.
There are wisps of fragrance floating in the air.
It floated out from the gilded flying fish stove.
Everything is elegant and beautiful.
This exquisiteness is even reflected in the soft cushions covering the main table, where a phoenix embroidered with gold thread seems to be about to fly.
This is the treatment of an emperor.
No wonder people in the world are crazy about pursuing power.
But Sang Yan looked very stressed - this dog emperor had obviously arranged everything. He left the palace today, not just because of her, right? Otherwise, how could he have appeared there so coincidentally? Or was it a rouge and gouache shop where women hang out? He