It's easy to be a villain, but hard to be a princess

Han Zixiao looked at Chu Muqing, and said to Yuan Yisheng: "Boss Yuan will go first, Han has something to say to the prince."

Yuan Yisheng understood, turned and left outside the pavilion.Chu Muqing stared at the book without even looking at him, and Han Zixiao knew in his heart that it was reasonable for him to be indifferent now that he had hurt him like that.

The little prince on the cushion stared at Han Zixiao with wide eyes. Han Zixiao was silent for a long time before he started talking, "This little prince looks so fresh, he looks a bit like the prince."

"This king's son is naturally like this king."

"That's right, the young prince will be as handsome as the prince when he grows up." Han Zixiao squeezed a smile from his face, looked at Chu Muqing's side face and said: "I ran into the prince on the street the day before yesterday, and some words should not be spoken in public. Next, given this opportunity today, Cao Min wants to speak out what is in his heart."

There was no wind or wave on Chu Muqing's face, but there was a wave in his heart. He looked at the book, but all his thoughts were focused on Han Zixiao's voice, "What else can you say between you and this king."

"Caomin has done many things to hurt the lord before, but he has never had the opportunity to apologize to the lord." Han Zixiao lowered his head and said solemnly: "So, Caomin wants to say sorry to the lord here."

The look in Chu Muqing's eyes darkened, and she smiled wryly in her heart, what was he expecting just now, and what was he disappointed after hearing Han Zixiao finish speaking.

Chu Muqing raised her eyebrows, "You think that if you pay for the crime, this king will hand over the management rights of Shu brocade to you?"

"No, it's a private matter for Caomin to apologize to the prince, and it has nothing to do with the management right of Shu brocade." Han Zixiao said.

Chu Muqing closed her eyes.At this time, Chu Junyi climbed out of the cushion, kicked his legs and walked towards Han Zixiao. Han Zixiao was just outside the pavilion, afraid that he would fall down the stairs, so he took a step forward to hug him.

Chu Muqing looked at Han Zixiao who was holding Chu Junyi, and the two looked at each other. Han Zixiao was afraid that Chu Muqing would be unhappy, so he explained: "Caomin was afraid that he would fall, so he hugged him."

Being hugged by the unfamiliar Han Zixiao, Chu Junyi didn't cry, instead he grabbed Han Zixiao's ears and rubbed them with his little hands, feeling very happy.Han Zixiao looked at Chu Junyi and smiled, and Chu Junyi grinned at Han Zixiao too.

Chu Muqing saw it, and then looked away.

Han Zixiao hugged Chu Junyi for a moment, Chu Muqing didn't speak out of the corner of his eye, he said with interest, "Your Highness is busy with official duties, so the grass-roots don't bother you too much."

With that said, he walked up to the gazebo and handed Chu Junyi to Chu Muqing.It is clear that you can give it to the maid next to you, or put him on the cushion.Han Zixiao wanted to hand him over to Chu Muqing.

Chu Muqing put down the book and opened his arms to pick it up. Han Zixiao bent down and handed the person to him. When he let go, he touched the back of Chu Muqing's hand. His hand was very comfortable. Han Zixiao stroked it subconsciously, and put his palm against him. The back of the hand slides to the fingertips.

Chu Muqing glanced at him from the corner of her eye, as if nothing had happened.Han Zixiao cupped his hands, "Caomin will leave first."

Chu Muqing still didn't say a word, Chu Junyi watched Han Zixiao walk away, raised his head and said, "King (Father), I'm hungry."

Chu Muqing looked at him tenderly, "Didn't you just eat pastries?"

Chu Junyi pouted and played with his sleeves, Chu Muqing had nothing to do with him, so she called the maid and asked her to take Chu Junyi to find the nanny.

Yuan Yisheng returned to Liaocheng that day, and Han Zixiao stayed at Pengtai Inn for one night.The next day, Uncle Song came to him with two servants.

"This old slave has seen the concubine." Song Bo greeted Han Zixiao as he did two years ago when he saw Han Zixiao.

Han Zixiao used to hate being called a concubine, but now that he hears it again, he feels a little happy in his heart. This title is the only one that can be related to Chu Muqing.Han Zixiao said: "Uncle Song, I am no longer the concubine, you should not call me that, so as not to be misunderstood."

Uncle Song smiled, "Although the prince and the concubine have been separated for the past two years, the title of concubine has not been removed, so the concubine is still the concubine."

It turned out that Chu Muqing did not remove his title.Han Zixiao brought the topic back to the main topic, and asked: "I wonder if Uncle Song conveyed the exam questions on behalf of the prince?"

"Exactly."

Han Zixiao hurriedly asked, "What is the test question?"

Uncle Song motioned to the two servants behind him to come forward. The servants were holding a long box in their hands. When they opened the box, there was a piece of cloth inside, a piece of white cloth stained with ink.

Han Zixiao looked at Uncle Song blankly, and Uncle Song said: "This batch of cloth is made of silk and has not been dyed. The market price is 15 taels of silver. The prince said that if the princess can sell this batch of cloth for 15 taels within three days." Silver is considered a pass."

Han Zixiao pulled out the cloth with both hands and looked at it. There were ink marks of different sizes on it.Cloths stained with ink are difficult to clean. Even if they are washed and then dyed, they will leave marks and cannot be sold at a good price.

Ye Qing leaned over and said in a low voice: "My lord, it's easy, you sell it, and I'll hire someone to buy it."

Song Bo at the side said: "Old slave reminds me, the prince will personally supervise and supervise."

Han Zixiao closed the brocade box containing the cloth, turned to Song Bo and said, "I have Lao Song Bo to send a message to the prince for me, saying that I will definitely find a way to sell this cloth within three days."

Uncle Song smiled all over his face, "This old servant will pass it on for the princess."

After Uncle Song left, Han Zixiao opened the brocade box and placed it in the middle of the table. He sat with his hands on his chin and looked at the ink-stained cloth, lost in thought. Ye Qing walked around the table a hundred times, touched his chin and said, : "Young master, I think the prince is clearly trying to make things difficult for you."

"Whether it's intentional or not, the most urgent thing is to find a way to sell this piece of cloth."

Ye Qing sat down and poured himself a cup of tea, and looked at the piece of cloth idly, "Why don't you put the cloth in ink and dye it black, just buy it as a black cloth."

Han Zixiao glanced at him, "It's dyed black with ink, anyone with eyes can see it, who would buy it?"

Ye Qing let out an oh, and continued to drink tea.

Han Zixiao touched the piece of cloth, it felt smooth to the touch, it was a high-quality silk material, usually sold at a good price, it would be a pity to get it stained with ink.

Chu Muqing gave three days, and on the first day Han Zixiao passed in a daze.The next day I felt really bored, so I went out for a walk and walked around the street a few times, but I still couldn't figure out how to sell the cloth at the original price.

Walking into a small alley, he came to a river. Under an old tree by the river, there was a calligraphy and painting stall. Han Zixiao was fascinated by the ink painting hanging on the branch, and a thought flashed in his mind.He hurriedly pointed to the painting on the tree and asked, "Old man, how much is this painting worth?"

The old man stretched out his hand and gestured, "This painting only sells for two pennies."

Han Zixiao observed this painting carefully again, the artistry is excellent, the painting is very detailed, and it is cheap to sell it for only two taels of money, "Is this painting drawn by the old man himself?"

The old man nodded, "Exactly."

Han Zixiao looked at the other calligraphy and paintings on the stall, and asked, "If I want to ask the old man to draw a picture for me, is it the same price?"

"It depends on what kind of painting is painted. If it is simpler than this, I naturally dare not charge more money from the young master. If it is more complicated, it will take some effort and the price will be higher."

Han Zixiao pointed to a painting of ancient pine, "How do you sell this one?"

"This pair costs three pennies."

Han Zixiao thought for a while, this ancient pine had to paint many details, it must have taken a lot of effort, but it was only worth three pennies and it was very worthwhile.

Han Zixiao put away the paper fan in his hand, looked at the old man with a smile on his face, "Old man, how about we do a business?"

……

In the early morning of the third day, a large ornate stall was set up on the side of the busiest street in Rongcheng. The big stall was a big bamboo stand, on which hung more than a dozen framed ink paintings, which were very ostentatious.

Ye Qing was leading a copper gong beside him, beating the gong and drum, and Han Zixiao shouted at the top of his voice: "Fathers, folks, don't miss it when you pass by, come and have a look, have a look!"

If someone comes up to ask, Han Zixiao will be responsible for explaining, nothing more than, "This painting paper is made of high-quality silk cloth, the silk is fine, if you don't believe me, you can touch it, and the painter is also excellent. Painting mountains is mountains, painting Water is water, it is very delicate, if you want to hang such a painting in your house, it will not only add elegance, but also make you appear rich..."

"Greatness is richness, but I'm afraid this painting will cost a lot of money, right?"

"Little brother, I'm new to Bashu, and my business has just started, so the price can be lower." Han Zixiao said with a smile.

"How much silver does this pair sell for?"

Han Zixiao said: "The guest officer has a good eye. This grand plan has extraordinary implications, and I don't charge too much. How about three liang of silver?"

The person who bought the painting looked at the painting and thought about it again. The painting paper made of silk is very exquisite, and it is still mounted. Three taels of silver is not too expensive, so he nodded, "Then I want this pair." stop."

Han Zixiao hurriedly said: "Little brother, let the guest officer take it off."

After completing the first business deal, Han Zixiao received three taels of silver.At this time, Chu Muqing was upstairs in the restaurant across the street, the windows were wide open, and one could clearly see Han Zixiao's painting booth downstairs just by tilting her head.

Chu Muqing sat in the private room of the restaurant all morning, drank two cups of tea, held a book in her hand, and glanced downstairs from time to time.At noon, half of the paintings on Han Zixiao's painting booth were gone.

Chu Muqing finished reading a book, went out of the restaurant, and returned to the mansion in a sedan chair.

Han Zixiao watched Chu Muqing's sedan chair go away, at this time another guest came to buy paintings, Han Zixiao hurriedly greeted him again.

A piece of cloth is cut for 12 yuan, and cloth of different sizes is drawn, and a complete ink painting is drawn with the original ink seal, and the scenes in these twelve paintings are different, and none of the paintings is repeated.

At dusk and sunset, 32 of the 21 paintings were sold, and [-] taels of silver were recorded in the account, and [-] taels of silver were paid to the old man who painted. The carpenter mounted the frame, and the remaining [-] taels was profit, which was six taels of silver higher than the original price of the silk.