The naive female CEO mistook her husband again

With the money they got from "selling a show", everyone bought a warm sesame seed cake to eat.

After eating a few biscuits, the problem came one after another. It was getting dark, where should I live?
The biscuits cost ten cents a piece, so wouldn't the inn cost one tael of silver a night?
At this moment on the long street, next to the dead horse, Mo Fusang was watching from afar the people next to the carriage to clean up the mess.

A servant wiped his sweat and trotted to Mo Fusang.

"Master Emperor, everything has been cleaned up, and I promise not to leave any traces."

"But I don't understand why you folded your most beloved BMW, just to have a few words with that young lady?"

After hearing these words, Mo Fusang's originally smiling eyes suddenly turned cold, his hand shaking the fan slowed down, and his cold voice lost the previous laziness and ease.

"talkative."

Just two words made the servant who was wiping his sweat dripping with sweat.

It's okay for ordinary people to talk too much, but Master Dishi is notorious for talking less, he can speak punctuation marks and never spits out complete words.

Most of the time he communicates with people, relying entirely on understanding.

Those indifferent eyes were all the same, but he had to taste what he wanted to express from them.

If you do something wrong, you will be expelled from the house.

The servant lowered his head, wishing he could bend his waist on the ground and bury his face in the soil, so as to resist the great coercion brought by those two words.

Suddenly, the oppression disappeared in an instant like pumping water. Could it be that the emperor has changed his mind?
He thought so, but found it incredible.

The teacher of a future king who is more than ten thousand people.

The owner of the entire Gong Lei wealth can be said to have mastered the economic context of the entire Shangqian country by one person.

It was even rumored among the people that when the emperor of the Shanggan Kingdom held a feast, he had to ask the emperor Mo Fusang for help, because the treasury didn't have that much money at all.

Shangqian country supports millions of people, while Mo Fusang supports Shangqian country.

How could such a powerful and wealthy person change his mind so easily?

He hesitated for a moment, then looked up quietly.

Sure enough, my heart suddenly felt cold.

The emperor of his family was staring at the woman outside the biscuit shop tens of meters away with peach blossom eyes.

Sure enough, beauty is a disaster.

But he is also very curious, he has been with the emperor for several years, and he has never seen him look twice at any woman.

Even Bei Mingxinxuan, Princess Ping'an, who is currently the only favorite of the Holy Majesty, has expressed his love to him countless times since he was a child, but the emperor refused him with the excuse of the big difference in seniority and age.

Beiming Xinxuan is only fifteen now, and the crown prince Beiming Yiyin is only seventeen, and the emperor teacher is now in his youth, only in his twenties.

If this age gap is used as an excuse, only the emperor dares to open his eyes and speak nonsense.

The emperor's itinerary today was to collect tax money, but who knew that when he saw the woman on the way, he suddenly couldn't say anything, it was a total of 10 taels of white gold!

So it was delayed because of a woman.

I don't know if the emperor should be crying in a hurry in the palace again. The silver is not in his hands for a day, and he can't even get the maid's routine silver!
Hua Jing was still worrying about where she would live at night, so she clearly felt a gaze.

She turned her head to look, and it really was the shining green hair.

This man, who is he, is well dressed.

Seeing Qian's open-eyed Huajing, he had already forgotten Mo Fusang's annoying look at that time, and only felt that the word "I'm rich" exudes from his whole body.

"Sister, why don't I take you to where I live."

The little Mu Muyang also saw Huajing's predicament and kindly helped her out.

"Good boy, we will be staying in a big inn soon, you go find a few broken frames, then find the paste, and then find the discarded dyes from the dyeing house."

Huajing patted Mu Muyang's cute little head and ordered.

Although Mu Muyang couldn't figure out why his sister wanted these useless things, he obediently took the Hua family brothers to find them.

Huajing, who was left alone, watched Mo Fusang's movements from time to time to prevent him from running away.

Although Mo Fusang couldn't hear their whispers clearly, but through Hua Jing's obviously malicious face, he also understood in his heart that this girl must have some tricks for him.

But he knew it was a trick, but he thought about it that way.

He smiled helplessly, thinking that as a businessman, he would be reduced to a situation where he was waiting to be fooled.

Hua Jing's careful thinking made Mo Fusang feel both novel and strange.

I still remember that three years ago, Mo Fusang led a group of troops to chase down the bandits who intercepted the money, but accidentally fell into an ambush and separated from the army.

In a ravine in the wilderness, he was slashed on the thigh and lay dying at the entrance of the cave. He only remembered feeling a pair of soft hands when his consciousness was blurred.

Then cool water was poured into his mouth.

When she woke up, there was a silly smiling girl standing beside her. Although she was well dressed, her collar and collar were dirty and she looked abnormal.

The little girl didn't say anything, just stuffed a full fruit basket into Mo Fusang's arms.

In the end, he asked again and again, only to find out that she was called Hua Jing.

Later, she was rescued and returned to the capital. After many inquiries, she found out that she was the famous and stupid third princess.

When he came to collect taxes this time, he just opened the curtain unintentionally and glanced at it, and saw the face that he had never forgotten in those three years.

So I let people direct and act out a hero to save the beauty.

Although Hua Jing was not rescued, but her beggar brother was saved, which can be regarded as breaking into the interior of the future emperor's wife.

It's just that today's her is surprisingly wise and sharp, which inevitably makes people suspicious.

He waved his hand and called a servant.

"Go and investigate, the latest movements of the third princess Huajing and the big and small things in the past three years."

"Yes, Master Emperor."

Soon, Mu Muyang came back with everyone in a hurry, and they lined up in a row with the things they needed for a flower mirror.

"Come on, you form a circle and trap me in the middle, so that no one can see me."

In order to prevent Lumao from peeping at her production process and losing the desire to buy, Huajing had to direct everyone to act.

The eight brothers of the Hua family plus one Mu Muyang just filled the water around Huajing.

Hua Jing squatted in the circle and began to pull the rattan of the broken basket desperately.

Fold them into long strips of uniform size, and specially made a few short ones.

Put them on the ground and piece them together to form a fan shape. Brushed with off-white paste, the brown rattan becomes grayish white.

Then it was stained with red dye, and the big brush was flying around, muttering: "I am a painter with strong painting skills. I want to take this small fan!"

"Miss, which country are you from?"

Hua Yi scratched her head in bewilderment, but couldn't help humming along.

Hua Jing wiped her forehead with her dyed hands, and smiled, "This is a tune I invented myself."

"It's really nice to hear. I'm sure many people are willing to listen to it."

Hua Er praised faithfully.

This sentence completely awakened the blinded flower mirror, yes, she is a modern person in the 21st century, and she wants to use her wise and intelligent brain!

A wonderful plan was formed in her heart, and she was about to feel that she had become a rich woman with billions of dollars!

Wake up!

Sleep matters.

She reminded herself violently, and then sighed deeply, the gap between dreams and reality was too great.

Resigned to her fate, she started to do it.

After a while, the dye dries completely. The bamboo fan with a gradual red color has a stable and elegant black handle. The flower mirror on the fan surface plays its role as a painting, adding a few budding white plums.

The white plums and the red fan complement each other, and the black fan handle shows the nobleness of the owner.

Hua Jing pinched her fan, the more she looked at it, the more satisfied she became.

"What a beautiful fan."

When Mu Muyang saw the fan on the ground, he couldn't help but reached out and picked it up, holding it in his hand with a look of liking.

"Silly brother, when we have a house to live in, my sister can make you ten, but this sister is going to use it to fool people, ah no, I'm going to sell it."

"sell?"

When Mu Muyang heard this word for the first time, he scratched his head blankly.

"It means selling."

"oh oh."

Mu Muyang suddenly realized that his sister was very knowledgeable.

Holding her fan, Huajing walked towards Mo Fusang mysteriously, taking out her fan to fan the wind as she walked.

A smell of inferior dye rushed into Huajing's nostrils, almost choking her so that she couldn't breathe.

But she still pretended to be calm, as long as she had a thick skin, others would suffer.

Of course, if it wasn't for the urgent need for survival, she wouldn't have made such a bad move. At worst, she would get rich in the future and buy a good fan to compensate the green-haired monster.

Hua Jing flapped her fan on purpose, circling Mo Fusang to the left and right, but Mo Fusang stood there with great interest, his eyes moving back and forth following her footsteps.

But after a few laps, Hua Jing didn't open his mouth, and Mo Fusang didn't stop. The Hua Jing turned straight and dazzled, and the fans in front of him turned into several fans.

Big brother, normal people would ask why they circle around him, right?
No matter how bad it is, asking if there is something wrong with you is better than just looking at it and not saying anything.

Could it be that this man is used to being surrounded by others?
That's more money!

Thinking of this, Huajing stopped immediately, but before he could stop, his body swayed a few times, and he almost lost his grip on the fan.

Fortunately, a pair of hands was on her arm in time to support her light body.

"What are you doing, girl? Why do you throw yourself into Mo Mou's arms in broad daylight and in a bright light?"

"Hey, show some face, who will help me?"

Hua Jing's violent temper was instantly ignited, and she forgot her purpose for coming.

Just after cursing half a sentence, Mo Fusang's sly eyes saw the fan in his hand.

Customer is god.

"God, no, that brother, do you see anything special about me?"

Hua Jing deliberately led the topic, aroused the curiosity and interest of the customer, and made him feel motivated to continue chatting.

She purposely placed the fan in front of Mo Fusang, the one that was so close would almost stick to his monstrous face.

Mo Fusang's lips moved, as if he was about to speak.