In the fast crossing, she relies on beauty and commits murder

Chapter 439 The Legend of the Charming Demon (33)

The embroidery that is donated to the palace every year is related to the reputation of Yixianfang in the next year.

And when peers flood in, reputation represents interests.

If any branch store can find a good work worthy of being sent to the palace, even the shopkeeper with this store will be valued, maybe he can leave this small town and be transferred back to the main store in Beijing.

Therefore, compared to Ayou who is only interested in silver, the shopkeeper will even pay more attention to the quality of embroidery.

She quickly explained what had happened.

This is not a secret anymore, and I am not afraid of getting into trouble when I say it.Just try to prevent the embroiderer from finding other colleagues to offer treasures.

"Little lady, as long as you promise to help, the price offered by our Yixianfang will definitely satisfy you!" The shopkeeper thought of what Ayou had said about money, and hurriedly added another sentence.

"Do you want me to embroider another one for you?" Ayou couldn't understand when he heard this, so he said it directly.

"That's right," the shopkeeper nodded repeatedly, "The imperial concubine's favorite is the peony. Of course, if the little lady really doesn't want to, it's not bad to sell this embroidery to us. But, you have to promise to Yixianfang It is no longer possible to sell embroidery to other embroidery workshops during this period."

If you can embroider a picture of peonies, that would be great.

If it doesn't work, you can't force it.

This embroidery is enough.

However, in this way, she has to be on guard against whether Ayou will take advantage of this time to make other embroidery products and sell them to the competitors of Yixianfang.

Originally, if I didn't say much and bought the things directly, I could save these troubles.

But the shopkeeper still wants to be perfect.

For the possible peony picture, she also had to tell the truth.

When Ayou heard this, he agreed without even thinking about it.

It's just a peony picture, and it doesn't take her much energy.

According to this person, the price will be higher than the current embroidery.

That being the case, what excuse does she have?
However, it was Chongyuan who spoke first.

He frowned and asked, "When do you want it? She has just finished embroidering a picture, and she is too tired to stay up all night. If you hurry up, forget it."

Ayou, who didn't feel tired at all, finished the embroidery effortlessly in two days' spare time:? ? ?
The shopkeeper didn't doubt what Monk Chongyuan said at all.

In her opinion, such a pair of exquisite embroidery is definitely a waste of energy.

Seeing that Chongyuan stood up for Ayou, she quickly smiled and said: "It's okay, we still have more than three months of preparation time. Moreover, what I want this time is the round fan. It doesn't need to be so big, and I guarantee that I won't be too tired. Lady's."

Chong Yuan didn't refute anymore.

In fact, he didn't need Ayu's embroidery to make money.

Even if he heals people himself, it is only because of the Buddha's path of merit and virtue, and experience of ordinary people's life.

There is no shortage of such things as silver.

But seeing that Ayou was very interested in it and didn't look bored, he felt that it was not bad.

Both parties were interested, and the business was quickly negotiated.

The shopkeeper of Yixianfang is indeed very good at being a man. Seeing that Ayou's skills are worth cultivating, he deliberately narrowed the distance between the two parties.

Not only did he readily accept the lotus painting, but he also gave a high price, and even gave a large deposit for the peony painting.

In an instant, Ayou turned from a poor and white charmer into a rich woman.

She doesn't need to eat or drink, and she doesn't need to learn from Monk Chongyuan to comprehend life.After leaving the tribe, everything has been handed over to the magic, and there are always people who are willing to provide convenience for her.

She didn't think it was interesting to meet Yinliang before, but this time she earned money by herself for the first time, which made her inexplicably more excited.

Ayou took out the silver and touched it curiously for a while.

This appearance does not make people think that she was too poor to see silver in the past, but it has a feeling that everyone does not know poverty, and it is the first time to see this kind of thing.

She thought the silver was quite cute.

But he is not stingy.

On the contrary, as soon as he left the gate of Yixianfang, Ayou bought a lot of things in the market with silver.

The rouge and snacks she likes, the vegetarian fruits that Chongyuan usually eats, and a string of prayer beads that look pretty good.

When it was given to Chongyuan, Ayou was still a little guilty.

After all, the string of authentic products is being worn on her wrist!
Fortunately, Monk Chongyuan didn't intend to forcefully ask her to get it back. After he couldn't push it, he lowered his eyes and let her wrap the string of beads bought at a street stall around his wrist.

However, Ayou didn't pay much attention to the change of Chongyuan's expression at this time because of guilt, and quickly moved his eyes away, changing the focus from the prayer beads to buying, buying, and buying.

She was taken care of by Chong Yuan before, but now that she has money, she has to return it.

Every time she buys something she likes, she will add another one to Chongyuan.

In a short while, the arms of Chong Yuan, who was walking behind her all the way, were already covered with the things of the two of them.

The image of an eminent monk who was originally somewhat lofty and unbearably profane was immediately destroyed into an ordinary man.Even that handsome face seemed to have a bit of helpless tenderness.

It wasn't until Ayou bought herself a small plain silver pearl hairpin, and bought a headscarf for Monk Chongyuan, that she suddenly remembered——

He doesn't seem to be able to use this thing?

It's not too early now.

Ayu paid the money, and the two of them were supposed to head home.

Ayou was still clutching the scarf in his hand, and he didn't know whether to give it or not.

Come on, he has no hair to tie up on his bald head;
Don't give it to me, it's even more useless to keep this man's headscarf with her?

She struggled with holding that thing, and stopped when she was almost at the door of the house.

Chong Yuan seemed to have been paying attention to her movements, and stopped along with Ayou the first time she stopped.

I just didn't see her expression, so I didn't know what the girl was thinking.

Ayou turned his head and took a peek at Chong Yuan's face, and then - the top of his head.

Since he settled here temporarily, when others saw him standing with Ayou, they would always first look at his head, which showed his identity as a monk.

Logically speaking, Chong Yuan should have gotten used to this.

In fact, he really didn't care about other people's eyes.

But now...

If it weren't for the things hanging on his arms, he really wanted to reach out and touch his head.

Is there something on his head?

Otherwise... why does her expression look so strange?
Ayou met his eyes, blinked guiltyly, and then said: "That...monk, you...do you think, do you think he looks good?"

As he spoke, he changed the subject and pointed to a young man who walked by not far away.

(End of this chapter)