The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

  Chapter 492 A business woman who was murdered for money (42)

  Su Qinghuan pursed the corners of her lips, her eyes seemed to be soaked with ice, but there was a smile on the corners of her mouth, full of ridicule.

   "I thought it was a village woman from the countryside who was making a lot of noise here. I didn't expect it to be because I didn't know Taishan, but it turned out to be Miss Ye."

  Su Qinghuan said, and arched her hand towards Ye Wan'er. She was very courteous, but although there was no dirty word on her lips, she actually degraded Ye Wan'er to the dust.

"you--"

  Ye Wan'er turned her head and saw Su Qinghuan coming in.

She swept through Su Qinghuan’s dress with a skirt and skirt. Although she was the daughter of a merchant, she really didn’t have a look and temperament. Someone must believe that it was a famous lady, even the big sleeves were slightly drooping. With fibrous hands, there is no half-divided cocoon.

  It’s no wonder that Duan Feiyang promised Su Qinghuan to be the door-to-door son-in-law when Duan Feiyang had amnesia.

  ……

  Ye Wan'er got more and more angry, she directly picked up the jewelry box that the silk shop staff had taken out to appease her, picked up one of the silk flowers and threw it on the ground, trampled on the silk flowers with her feet.

   "Su Qinghuan, you are just like these tattered toys from your store. The workmanship is shoddy and disgusting."

  Su Qinghuan frowned.

  She least likes people like Ye Wan'er who smash other people's things when they disagree.

  Especially the gadgets she made carefully, although they were given to generous guests for free, but in fact, the cost and care were not a lot. People like Ye Wan'er were really not eligible to be given away.

  ……

  "The shopkeeper..."

   Seeing Su Qinghuan’s unpleasant eyes, the guy in charge of receiving Ye Wan'er trembled. She really couldn’t help it. After all, suddenly there was such a troubled guest at the silk village, and they didn’t know how to reassure them.

  Su Qinghuan shook her head at the guy.

   "It's okay, you guys close the store door first."

  It's really not worth it to let so many people watch the excitement.

Fair and comfortable, the people know what the quality of the fabrics of the Su's silk shop is and what the price is. Otherwise, it will not be a short time to open a shop for a month, so many ladies will spontaneously advertise their silk shop. .

  ……

  When he saw Su Qinghuan coming, he asked the buddy to close the door, and Ye Wan'er showed ridicule.

   "Yo, what, guilty?"

  Su Qinghuan shook his head.

  "Miss Ye, we didn’t know each other before. I didn’t expect you to have bought the fabrics of our Su’s Silk Shop. If we have any quality problems, we are of course responsible for it."

   "It's just that our shop is not Miss Ye's stage alone. Miss Ye is willing to perform, and I forgive us not to accompany you."

  Speaking, Su Qinghuan wanted to pick up the silk flower.

  Although Ye Waner was stepped on to dust, Su Qinghuan really felt distressed.

  She took a step forward, picked up the silk flower calmly, and then took out a silk scarf and wiped the dust on it.

  Wait to pass the water again later, maybe it can be saved.

  ……

  "Su Qinghuan, look at your poor and sour, even such a broken flower has to squat down and pick it up. It's no wonder that your family sells those embroidered cloths, which are all shoddy."

  Ye Wan'er's voice was very loud, wishing it could be transmitted outside through the closed door.

   And Su Qinghuan's voice was faint.

  "If everyone wastes satin like Miss Ye, I am afraid that even if they are rich and rich, they don’t know how long they can enjoy it. Even when a pilgrimage promotes thrift, maybe Miss Ye is an exception?"

  In the Great Xia Dynasty, the sky and the earth were big, and naturally they were beyond the current sage.

   And Ye Wan'er saw that the doors and windows were closed, she immediately raised her head in disdain, and arrogantly uttered a word to Su Qinghuan.

   "Bah, you are a merchant's daughter, and you deserve to use the name of the sage to pay yourself gold. A woman like you, I am afraid that she can't get extravagant if she wants to be extravagant?"

   "Your Majesty loves the people like a child. If Sister Qinghuan is not worthy of mentioning, then are you worthy?"

   A slightly immature female voice sounded, Ye Wan'er heard the voice and laughed without thinking.

  "Su Qinghuan, don't you want to find a little girl to help you? It's ridiculous. Not only the goods in your store are not real enough, but the helpers you find are so laughable and generous."

   "Oh, isn't it? Ye Wan'er, your father, who is the prime minister, taught you to behave like this?"

  ……

  Ye Wan'er was called by her name, her face suddenly sinking.

   "Where is the little girl, so rampant, dare to speak ill of the prime minister behind her back! I told Daddy to tear your mouth!"

"are you talking about me?"

  Murong Yanran followed Su Qinghuan before, Ye Wan'er put her whole heart on Su Qinghuan, plus Ye Wan'er's lack of stature, she was standing in a dark corner again, Ye Wan'er spotted it.

  At this moment, Murong Yanran walked out from behind Su Qinghuan, and Ye Wan'er saw the beautiful and tender face of the visitor, and Hua Rong was suddenly pale with fright.

   "Yan...Princess Yanran!"

  Because Prime Minister Ye had long been willing to arrange her daughter into the palace, Ye Wan'er had participated in many palace banquets before. Coupled with the upbringing of the nurses who had retired from the palace all the year round, she naturally recognized Murong Yanran's face.

  ……

  How can Su Qinghuan stay with Murong Yanran!

  Ye Wan'er was puzzled, she regretted that she had sneered at Su Qinghuan’s saying that the saints are frugal and political, now think about it, it is clear that Su Qinghuan has set the trap and let herself jump!

  ……

  Ye Wan'er glanced at Su Qinghuan bitterly, wishing to kill Su Qinghuan with her eyes.

  But she quickly lowered her face in a panic, and quickly explained to Murong Yanran flatly.

"Princess Yanran! Wan'er was mad before, really didn't say that on purpose. I have never had any arrogance to the decrees of the saint. I don't know that you are a princess, otherwise I would never say it before. Such rebellious words."

  Murong Yanran stood beside Su Qinghuan indifferently.

  Although he was only thirteen years old, it was the Jinzhiyuye who grew up in the palace. At this moment, his expressionless appearance was somewhat similar to Murongchen, which made people panic from the bottom of my heart.

   "Oh? Ye Wan'er, you mean, if the person standing next to Qing Huan's sister is just an ordinary weak woman, you can criticize my father's decree indiscriminately behind her back?"

  "The shoddy satin materials in your mouth, as well as those cheap silk flower jewelry, this princess and my mother and empress are quite fond of them, and even Princess Yongchang is full of praise..."

  "Ye Wan'er, you think that the food and clothing cost in your prime minister's residence has already passed the palace, and even the palace is not enough!"

  ! ! !

  It’s nothing more than murder!

  Who would dare to say that the food he eats is better than the ones in the court, that is to be beheaded!

  Ye Wan'er was frightened immediately, and knelt down with fright with a puff, and fell to the ground.

   "The princess is forgiving! I am talking nonsense, please don't commit crimes to the princess!"

  (End of this chapter)