The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

  Chapter 472 The business woman who was murdered for money (22)

  Su Qinghuan gazed at Murong Chen in surprise.

   "Even if there is a bandit who sees the outfit outside your carriage, I am afraid that you are a frustrated merchant. Who knows that there is something else inside?"

  Should there be few kings and nobles who don’t pay attention to pomp, right?

  In this respect, people in ancient times are more face-saving than modern people. Anyway, Su Qinghuan sees the kind of high-spirited powers most often, and he wants to let the world know that he is superior in every respect.

  ……

   "It's okay to have a simple appearance, it's better to do more than to do less, what does Miss Su think?"

   "Yes, it must be safety first. Shi Ziye can figure out this truth at a young age, and he is better than most people in this world."

   "Miss Su's praised it."

  Murong Chen had long noticed that Su Qinghuan was also a fellow man, and most women in this world were afraid that she would not be able to think of her as having a heart-to-heart connection with them.

   Murong Chen couldn't help but feel a trace of regret in his heart, but thinking about it this way, the angular and handsome face evoked a slight arc.

  Maybe it’s good to simply be his counselor.

   is contaminated with the love of men and women, but it is not pure enough.

  Murong Chen's long eyelashes half cover the cold phoenix eyes, and his thin lips slightly open.

   "The tea in the inn was too bad before, so why don't Miss Su try the Yuqian Longjing which was newly collected by my Yongan Palace this year?"

"good."

  Su Qinghuan nodded.

She knew that Murong Chen should be a torturous and elegant person, but when she saw Murong Chen opened the drawer of one of the desks to reveal the exquisite gilt enamel carved box inside, she felt that she had suffered a bit of violence. hit.

  This ingenious tea box can also be called a masterpiece for buying caskets and returning beads.

  Even if the tea from Longjing before the rain is good, it may not be as valuable as this box.

  ……

  "Since the son gave me tea, then I will show my ugliness once, shall I make a cup of tea for the son?"

   Seeing the man gently nod, Su Qinghuan was not polite.

  She took out the exquisite and exquisite rosewood tea set, and then arranged the tea cups in order.

  I don’t know what kind of water Murong Chen left here, but even if it’s not a top mountain spring, it will be similar to the plum blossom dew in the first snow.

  There is no way, people have money and power, so many people are willing to do such boring and trivial work.

  ……

  Su Qinghuan sighed inwardly about the terrible noble class, but there was no feeling of envy or jealousy in her heart.

  As a member of the Qingqiu imperial family, their folk customs in Qingqiu are much simpler, and there is no exploitation of ordinary people.

  Su Qinghuan sat cross-legged on the soft couch, and according to Qingqiu's tea art, gave Murongchen water three times, and then carefully picked up the cup and poured Murongchen's freshly brewed tea.

  "Sir, please use it."

  Little Fox smiled. She wore a plain Luo skirt today, with cold plum embroidery on the wrists and hem of the skirt only. The color of the pattern is light goose yellow, so she can't tell from a distance.

At this moment, because of the action of pouring tea, the sleeves of the girl's wrists floated down, revealing a snowy wrist, lined with layers of cold plum embroidery, so Murong Chen couldn't help but look at Su Qinghuan's wrist. Shang Duo stopped for a moment.

  "How does Shizi think of the tea I make?"

  Su Qinghuan's eyes burned.

   "It can be called top grade."

  It’s not even an exaggeration to say that it’s excellent.

  This tea is from Longjing before the rain, and it can contribute to the Yongchang Palace. Naturally, it is the best, and it is not much more than what is used by the sage today.

  Murongchen’s tea set has very thin embryos, and it makes people feel more relaxed and happy under the background of the light green tea.

  With good tea leaves and good tea sets, it is natural that there is a tea ceremony master who understands tea.

  Su Qinghuan’s tea ceremony skills can be described as profound.

  What's more, she was born beautifully.

  It’s also a pleasure to watch her make tea.

  ……

  Murongchen's eyes gradually darkened.

  The man squeezed the teacup tightly.

  His eyes fixedly looked at Su Qinghuan, which seemed to be true and authentic.

  "Miss Su, your tea art makes me a little bit reluctant to let go of you. If you stay by my side and make me the Longjing before the rain for a lifetime, I’m sure I won’t get bored."

   "Shizi is joking again."

  Su Qinghuan shook his head.

  She looked at the handsome eyebrows and sparse shoulders of the person in front of her, and sighed in her heart.

"If I really become one of the back house women of my son, I'm afraid I don't have the mind to make a good tea. I only think about how to pet, how to give birth to future heirs, how to step on the mountain and blood, and become you. The only choice."

   "The only thing is that important?"

  Murong Chen calmly looked at the girl's moving lips, his voice was muted.

  ……

   "For someone who does not need to be unique, this is the most insignificant."

   "But for me, my daughter does not change."

  Su Qinghuan lowered her eyes faintly, and continued to pour a cup of tea for Murong Chen.

  Her wrists are as white as jade, and her face is lined with the rising tea smoke, and she has a looming ethereal air.

  Murong Chen’s throat and hair are dry.

  He felt a little weak in his heart.

  Maybe he can dominate the woman in front of him.

  But as Su Qinghuan said, even if she becomes one of her back homes, she may lose her soul and become a boring puppet, or a canary with all her heart to climb up.

  The smarter and beautiful a woman is, the more likely she is to be highly toxic.

  ……

  A touch of regret flashed across Murongchen's heart.

He never yearned for three wives and four concubines, but Murong Chen knew clearly that even if Su Qinghuan could accept the Sixth Court of Sangong and want to accept a merchant’s daughter as his concubine, he would have to go through all kinds of dangers, even Admonished by countless celebrities.

  ……

  Murong Chen thought of this, and there was a little emptiness in his heart.

  He has always been proud, so naturally he will not be overwhelmed by others.

  The man simply closed his eyes to calm his mind, and did not look at Su Qinghuan's face, so as not to be disturbed.

   "After returning to the capital, I will ask someone to settle the house and shop for you."

   "Then thank the departed son for your kindness."

  Su Qinghuan also followed Murong Chen's appearance, and the two of them were speechless for a while.

  She just wanted to break Murong Chen's thoughts.

  To become a man’s counselor, you must first cut off his thoughts of love.

  Alternatively, let Murong Chen give up the idea of ​​being an emperor because she loves beauty and does not love Jiangshan.

  But the latter is too difficult, and she hasn't been so lonely to pursue a man to brainwash each other, so why bother.

  Is it bad to take what you need?

  ……

   On the other side, Duan Feiyang had already returned to the capital under their jurisdiction.

  It just happened to be a heavy rain in Kyoto, and he was forced to stay outside Fengtai Temple.

   Duan Feiyang watched the rainstorm this day, and said bad luck.

   "It's really unlucky, I haven't been able to take a good rest."

   Duan Feiyang cursed a few words, then turned over and got off his horse to go to the temple to borrow, but a petite figure slammed into his arms.

"Ah……"

  (End of this chapter)