rich little concubine

Ji Ziyang had a poor appetite all day long, and only drank some porridge at noon and night, knowing that he was sleeping in the prince's room, he dared not relax, let alone sleep.

Now he regards King Zhenbei as an enemy, so he can't sleep well.

During the day, Mo Feng went back to the room naturally, and kept guarding him all the time. He always treated each other with a cold face, or closed his eyes and fell asleep, right as if there was no such person in the room.

It was late at night, but Mo Feng was changed by the servant girl and lay down on the bed, cuddling with the people around him.

Ji Ziyang was frightened and tried to move in, but he didn't expect that rascal to lean over again.

"Why?" Ji Ziyang was puzzled, and couldn't help asking why he was so tolerant to him after one night. He didn't believe that that ruthless and cruel person would treat others sincerely. dismissive.

"If this king says he has fallen in love with you, can Yang'er be trusted?" the man whispered.

"No." He replied without hesitation.

The bright red lips were suddenly sealed tightly, plundering wantonly, and the tall figure enveloped the top to form a sense of oppression. Ji Ziyang was caught off guard, and his disordered and rapid breathing intertwined with each other. He didn't even have time to push it away.

How much affection was used in the domineering and long kiss?

Ji Ziyang Qingming's head began to become chaotic, a little at a loss, hated and afraid in his heart, the little dependence and affection he had once sprouted took so much courage to gather, but now...

He was very afraid, afraid that if his frozen heart were to be melted by tenderness again, what kind of grief would end up in the future.

It took a long time before Mo Feng let him go, with a wicked smile on his lips, he embraced the person in his arms, his eyes were full of doting, and he coaxed: "It's getting late, go to bed quickly."

Ji Ziyang stabilized his breathing, lowered his eyebrows, and pulled the quilt beside him to cover his head, his heart was too chaotic.

Today, he seemed to be flabbergasted, but in reality he was anxious and unable to sleep. However, Mo Feng looked at him and felt very distressed. After the person fell asleep, he gently untied the other person's belt, and with a flick of his finger, Ji Ziyang's side The white shoulders were exposed.

The marks carved with the knife on the shoulder were not as glaring as before, but still a little red and swollen. However, Mo Feng supported his head with one hand and stroked the opponent's shoulder with the other. His fingers brushed those red and swollen marks, and the wound that had healed began to flow out bright red liquid again.

Ji Ziyang felt a little pain, his small face was twisted into a ball in his sleep, but his eyelids were too heavy to open.

"This king's mark will never be allowed to disappear." Always strong and domineering.

Ji Ziyang lay on the bed for another two days, feeling uncomfortable all over. If he didn't take care of his fledgling business, he was afraid that it would plummet. As soon as he got up, he called Ah Wu to question him.

Ah Wu's body shape is similar to Ah Liu's, but with a round face and curved eyebrows, he looks more approachable and makes people feel good about him, but he still vividly remembers the way he picked up the knife and cut the skin of people that day. People cannot be judged by their appearance, and the sea cannot be measured.

Ah Wu talked about the business in the shop these days in detail. Because of the reputation of being able to customize clothes, many people are looking for fresh and natural people. There are fifty or sixty horses, and there are hundreds of horses at most. For two small shops, the business is quite good.

Ji Ziyang took the account book handed over by Ah Wu, and went through it one by one. Every payment in and out of money in the past few days was clearly recorded, and it was clear at a glance.

"Wangfei, the first batch of custom-made clothes has come out today. As for the price, Shopkeeper Lin will let Wangfei decide for herself." Ah Wu said again.

"Okay, then I'll go there myself."

"No!" The man sitting next to him spoke.

However, Mo Feng is now an idle prince, with neither military power nor government affairs, and now he is always with his princess, never leaving her.

When Ji Ziyang got up to sit casually, he asked people to spread several layers of soft cushions on the stool. When he woke up in the morning, he personally wiped his face and hands, and brought him a bowl of meals to feed him himself. I'm afraid it will melt in my mouth, it's terrible for my baby.

It's just that this baby didn't give him a good face from the beginning to the end.

In just these two days, everyone in the palace has understood a truth, that it is better to offend the prince than the concubine.

Ignoring Mo Feng's objection, Ji Ziyang stood up with his support on the table, and said, "Ah Wu, go prepare the car."

Ah Wu looked at the prince in embarrassment, wiped sweat on his forehead, the two awkward masters disagreed, it was really difficult to be subordinates for them.

With this hesitation, Ji Ziyang's face became even colder, his brows stood upright, and he sarcastically said to the man beside him: "My lord, I can't do anything about it, please take it back, lord."

"Yang'er is not in good health, so you don't have to worry about these trivial matters."

"Who is this all thanks to?!" Ji Ziyang became even more angry, and blurted out: "Since the prince won't let me prepare a car, then I'll just walk."

The four eyes met, two stared at each other, and in the end the majestic Zhenbei King was defeated. Ah Wu knelt on one knee, admiring all five bodies on the ground. The one who can stand calmly and fearlessly under the prince's gaze is not the current Zhenbei Princess. none other than.

Ah Liu quickly prepared the carriage, and then Mo Feng picked Ji Ziyang up and sat in the carriage without hesitation, letting him sit on his lap.

"My lord, you can let me go."

"Don't let go." A certain person began to play a rogue in a serious manner.

Ji Ziyang sighed. This man is becoming more and more conniving towards him, but he is also becoming more and more rascal. People can't figure it out: "Since you don't plan to let me go, please ask the prince to be more honest." Then The arms wrapped around his waist, pinching his lower abdomen every now and then, making him feel ashamed and ashamed.

However, Mo Feng hugged him, and he couldn't bear to let go for a moment. The kitten in his arms can't eat now, so why not allow him to ask for some favors?

Ah Wu was driving the carriage steadily, short gasps and ambiguous words could be heard from inside the carriage from time to time, irritating his eardrums all the time.

"Ugh...don't, don't touch there..."

"Then what about here..." The deep voice was tinged with temptation.

"Bastard! Ugh...can you not express love!"

"This king just kisses you."

"Ah Wu will hear it!"

"Ah Wu?" The voice of the man in the car suddenly turned warm: "Did you hear anything?"

Ah Wu's eyes were pure and kind, and he replied honestly: "Report to the lord, Ah Wu didn't hear anything!"

In order not to attract attention, the carriage detoured to the back door of the shop. It didn't matter to him, not many people knew him, but Mo Feng was different, and the common people couldn't help but kneel on the ground when they saw it.

Ji Ziyang raised the curtain and looked out. There was a person hiding furtively in the alley near the back door. He poked his head and saw their carriage retracted their heads. When they got out of the carriage, the person's head poked out quietly. , as if inquiring about something.

"Princess, this person has been wandering outside the shop for a few days, do you want to go down and check." Ah Wu also saw it.

"Okay." Nodding, this person looks familiar to him, as if he has seen it somewhere.

After entering the shop, Lin Xiaomao ordered the clerk to take out all the clothes, each piece was made with great effort, exquisite and unique, according to the status of the purchaser, the price of the clothes ranged from a thousand taels to a hundred taels, arranged accordingly After everything, let the buddy send it to each family.

The income of the past few days has been divided into some new cloth.

"Boss, look at our business is so good, why don't we buy more, it's better to stock up for more than a month." Lin Xiaomao suggested that the money allocated by Ji Ziyang is only enough to support the sales volume of two or three days at a time.

"No, I have other plans."

But Mo Feng sat lazily on the side, raised his eyebrows, his eyes lingered on Ji Ziyang's figure, his kitten was smart and cunning, that's what made him admire him.

The eyes glued to his body were so hot that Ji Ziyang felt it even if his back was turned. He turned his head and glared at him, only to see the deep smile in his eyes as if he could penetrate people's hearts. A word just now has been seen through.

After leaving the shop, I went to Biezhuang again. Ten painters became nine, and the task of sharing was even heavier. I was relieved when I saw the owner, but I was scared when I saw another person behind him. I had to raise my throat, the screams of that night were still in my ears, and the pile of blood-red corpses made my scalp numb and my legs tremble.

As soon as Ji Ziyang approached them to point and paint, a pair of extremely gloomy and dangerous eyes followed them, slashing at them like sharp knives, making them unable to concentrate on listening to what the boss said, so Ji Ziyang I had no choice but to point again.

What was supposed to be two hours, dragged on for three hours. When I wanted to go back, it was already dark outside, and Ji Ziyang was tired, so he didn't want to go back and forth, and said, "My lord, I want to stay tonight..."

Before he finished speaking, the man who had been sour-faced since he entered Biezhuang picked him up with a dark face, and walked quickly towards the carriage outside, silently saying nothing, watching him talking and laughing with other men In the afternoon, it's good that he didn't order everyone to be killed. Do you still want to stay?There are no doors!

Sitting in his arms, Ji Ziyang looked back at Zhuangzi and sighed.

"Why is the princess sighing?"

"That Zhuangzi died, so I'm afraid he won't be able to sell it..." The painter's arrangement there was only temporary, and it would be a good income if he thought of renovating it and selling it for double the amount in the future.

"Ah Wu, I will post a notice in the city tomorrow that the queen's Zhuangzi will be sold, and anyone who is willing to buy it will be rewarded with a hundred gold." However, when Mo Feng said this, Ah Wu, who was driving the carriage, almost fell off the carriage.

One hundred gold is equal to 1000 taels of silver, and the queen's Zhuangzi can sell for 500 taels of silver at most. What kind of fancy petting method is this?

The corner of Ji Ziyang's mouth twitched, and he kept rubbing his chest with his hands.

"What's wrong with Yang'er?" Ran Mo Feng lowered his eyes, looked at the person in his arms and asked with concern.

"My heart... hurts so much!"