Perhaps it was an illusion, Han Yue seemed to hear bursts of piano sounds on the way out of the palace. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

'A few points of vermilion, a few times to complain about the autumn twilight. Shocked old dreams, green sideburns withered, new hatred, and slight attention to the lips. The most pitiful, with the new cream, embroidered Rong a mirror of evening makeup jealousy. Thousands of forests are falling and falling, what is the west wind and old color, and the competition is as promised. Remnant flowers in February, empty car mountain road. ’

is the most affectionate harem woman, and it is also the most court boy Bo Xing.

In this line, Han Yue was deeply touched.

At noon, the carriage of the Dragonwings sent Han Yue out of the palace.

On the carriage, Han Yue was still looking at the cold courtyard of the deep palace, 'The red face is not old and the old man is the first to break, and he reclines and sits in the smoke cage until Ming. Poor Hongyan always has a thin life, and he is the most ruthless emperor. These two sentences describe the life of the woman in the palace.

Dragon Wing's carriage sent Han Yue directly to the Chengxi Courtyard, and a small cloth bag appeared in front of Han Yue's eyes.

"Here are your clothes and shoes, I'll wrap them up for you."

Han Yue looked at the cloth bag in her hand thoughtfully, isn't it a bit ...... to let the dignified prince do this kind of packing

"By the way, I forgot to return your folding fan."

The carriage drove out a few meters and came to a halt, and Dragon Wing jumped out of the carriage with a fan.

"Let the prince worry about this, Han Yue is terrified, and her heart is uneasy, how can this be good?"

Han Yue frowned and pouted slightly.

"I heard that you gave Su Yun's clothes to the prince, I wonder when I will have this honor and be able to wear a dress designed by Xiaoyue herself?"

Dragon Wing stared at Han Yue's eyes like black grapes, the corners of his mouth smiling, and his eyes flowing.

"What's so hard about that? Your New Year's clothes are wrapped up. ”

Han Yue had already designed a suit for him and Murong Yuxuan, and at this time, I am afraid that they will be made soon.

"Really?" Dragonwings was radiant and seemed happy.

"A gentleman's word is quick and a whip!" Han Yue glared at him with disdain, could it be that he would lie to him or something.

Han Yue watched the carriage of the dragon wings leave, and then stepped on the stone steps to enter the door.

"With the reluctant appearance, how can a concubine be compared! Still have to design new clothes for him? Hmph~"

Murong Yuxuan suddenly appeared in front of Han Yue's eyes and poured a bowl of vinegar on his face.

"What's the deal with this strong vinegar smell? The slave maid is just a little maid, and here in the young master, it seems to have become a daughter-in-law who was caught and raped in bed? ”

Han Yue walked inside with a small bag, Murong Yuxuan stood in place and sulked, and chased after him again.

"Even if you are a little maid, you are also my Murong Yuxuan's maid."

"Yes, my young master." Han Yue reached out and pinched Murong Yuxuan's face, with a smile in her eyes, and the corners of her lips rose slightly.

"Where's my new clothes?" Murong Yuxuan didn't want to be left behind others.

"When was you missing? The slave maid wears your clothes every day to go out, where does the clothes on the young master's body come from? ”

Murong Yuxuan's size has grown by leaps and bounds, and many of his clothes are small, but Han Yue is just right to wear them. So she moved all the clothes that Murong Yuxuan couldn't wear to her house, and the few clothes she had ordered for him had already been put into his closet.

"My ...... I took it from the closet! Murong Yuxuan's slender Danfeng eyes narrowed slightly and smiled. According to his cleverness, he understands as soon as he is reminded.

"Look at the dark lines on the corners of your clothes, that's exclusive to Su Yun, don't say that Xiaoyue didn't prepare clothes for you."

"Then the cabinets are all of them!" Murong Yuxuan suddenly realized, yes, after growing taller, it seems that he really hasn't bought clothes for himself, and the clothes in his cabinet are the most suitable. Oh my! I own several pieces of a dress of ten thousand gold, and this level of wealth should be unmatched.

"Of course, if you open a ready-to-wear store at your own house, you have to go to another house to order it?"

"Yes! Our family! Murong Yuxuan hurriedly climbed down the pole.

Han Yue ignored him, put the little burden in the back room, and turned to the kitchen to look for food.

I was busy working in the palace for most of the day, but I didn't get a bite to eat, which was really a loss.

In the afternoon, Yingluo rushed over, holding the recent ledger in his hand.

"Brother Luo, I've been working hard lately. Everyone else has gone home for the New Year, and you still have to be busy for me. ”

"It's good to be busy, I like busy days like this."

Yingluo's warm eyes were shy.

Han Yue looked at Yingluo with a smile and said, "Brother Luo, tonight you go to Qinghe Restaurant to book a table, just say that it is Han Gongzi's order, and then call Xiu'er, Uncle Lao Jin and your senior brothers, and our old employees of Suyun will gather." ”

"Good! I'll do it. ”

After Yingluo left, Han Yue counted Su Yun's income and expenses over the past few days, putting aside the 10,000 taels of silver invested by Su Yun's clothing workshop, as well as costs and wages, there was still a surplus.

However, the later investment in the full moon is very large, if Su Yun's clothes are really sold for ten thousand gold, then it is not a problem to build a full moon with a good flower, but, after all, it is just a piece of clothing, if it is ten thousand gold, then Su Yun will also come to an end.

The construction of Suyun Clothing Workshop is to expand the scope of sales and increase the consumer group, so that the price can not be too high.

Although Wei Yan promised to spend the initial investment of the full moon, he still needed a lot of money, and he might have to find a shareholder.

The business of Qinghe Restaurant is a little light, and it seems to be much quieter than in the past. Han Yue stepped into the threshold and saw that the shopkeeper and the shopkeeper were counting something on the counter.

"Shopkeeper, why is your business deserted during this big holiday?"

"In previous years, it was like this, most of the metropolises chose to reunite at home, and there was less consumption in restaurants."

Han Yue remembered her previous life, and the atmosphere of the New Year was in major restaurants, whether it was a small gathering between friends or a family dinner, it was all to be consumed in the restaurant. If relatives and friends come to see you, you don't let them rub them in the restaurant, you watch, and you don't know how to bury you when you go back!

The ancients had a bad problem with surrounding the small kang head during the festival, and it had to be changed!

"Master Han, your seat is set on the third floor, and the little one will take you up?"

"There is labor!"

Han Yue stepped on the solid wood stairs, thinking about the arrangement of Qinghe Restaurant this time, how could they let this businessman go up to the third floor?

"Little second brother, when did the rules of the restaurant change?"

"Rules? It hasn't changed! The shopkeeper followed closely behind Han Yue, and he looked up at Han Yue's back.

"Then why did you arrange for Han to go up to the third floor?" Well, it's not that Han Yue depreciates her identity, in ancient times, she didn't look at people for money, but for power. A powerless person like Han Yue, no matter how rich he is, it is in vain.

"It was ordered by Yi Shizi, he said that you are his friend, no matter when you come, you must be arranged on the third floor, don't slack off."

"When did this happen?" Han Yue stood still and asked in surprise. When did Dragonwings confess? How would he know I was coming?

"About two months ago! I don't remember the little one, but I did explain it to the shopkeeper like this.

This dragon's winged heart is too detailed, and it must be too thoughtful.