Chapter 81

"I won't leave in the house these three days. After three days, I don't need to. I'll take care of the other things. The prescription from the imperial doctor and the doctor is sent to the side imperial concubine and the old lady on time every day. You can get rid of it later. " Mu Cen explained carefully, "but everything must be careful."

"I know." He Xiang nodded repeatedly.

It's a matter of great importance. He Xiang can still tell.

Even Mu Cen pretended to be ill. In the whole building, only he Xiang knew, including the clear wind and bright moon outside. Xiao Wu and Xiao Qi never knew.

This is also Mu Cen's trust in lotus fragrance, which has been inherited from his previous life.

"Besides, I haven't seen anyone these three days." Mu Cen nodded, "no matter who it is, it's all in front of the door."

"I know." Soon, he Xiang thought, "what about the Lord and the old lady? Is the young lady gone, too? "

"The old lady is in poor health. She won't come to visit me. As for Dad, he has a lot of business to deal with, so don't worry. Other people, let small five and small seven stop outside the door, don't be polite Mu Cen explained it carefully.

He Xiang answers, and then she leaves in a hurry and does it according to Mu Cen's instructions.

When Mu Cen watched he Xiang leave, he turned to the desk and wrote down his requirements on the blank rice paper. Even the way of the shop was illustrated.

Then Mu Cen rolled up the paper and went to the window.

The window was open, but there was only one gap.

Mu Cen's slender fingers knocked on the edge of the window. She waited less than a cup of tea, and the sound of birds flapping their wings came from outside the window.

She opened the window slightly.

A pigeon had already come in and quietly docked on the back of the chair.

Mu Cen took off the foot ring on the pigeon's foot, quickly put the rolled paper into the foot ring, and then fed the pigeon some water and food, and directly let the pigeon fly.

The pigeon fluttered its wings and soon disappeared from under Mu Cen's eyelids.

It's not the safest thing to do in Kyoto.

People with heart will shoot the carrier pigeon accurately to avoid the slightest accident.

Manager Wang's carrier pigeons are all bred by Mu Zhanxiao. Naturally, they are much safer than ordinary carrier pigeons. Carrier pigeons will come back at night and bring manager Wang's reply.

The business of the two shops is also under the control of Mu Cen, and is carried out step by step.

She is not impatient.

……

It's a good time to spend a day.

Mu CEN is rarely quiet. It's like when he comes back to Gu's house, he can read books and embroider. Soon it's time for the sun to set.

He Xiang came to dinner, and Mu Cen just finished his embroidery and stretched out.

"You are ready to eat, miss. The herbs have been disposed of according to your instructions. " He Xiang said quietly.

Mu Cen nodded, but didn't say much. He stood up, and then walked towards the small table. He Xiangbu cooked well and stepped aside.

Then he Xiang saw Mu Cen's embroidery, and his surprise became more and more obvious: "Miss, can you still embroider?"

"Whose girl can't embroider?" Mu Cen asked with a smile.

Girls who come out of the cabinet at the end of the week have to learn how to embroider. It's just the difference between Seiko and non Seiko. It can't compare with the level of xiuniang in the embroidery room. Most of them can see people.

Because at the time of marriage, the wife must personally embroider a purse for her husband, which is also intended to protect their marriage.

It's good luck.

For people like Mu Zhihua, embroidery is no exception. Chen Zhirong has made Mu Zhihua come into contact with these things. Mu Zhihua's embroidery skills are among the best among the women's families.

It's just——

Mu Cen sank.

In his last life, Mu Zhihua knew Mu Cen's skills by accident, and then he decided to take Mu Cen's place. Almost half of them were threats and half of them were cajoles to let Mu Cen take the place of Mu Zhihua's embroidery. All the people who got praise were Mu Zhihua.

Hehe——

Mu Cen sneered coldly, but he couldn't hide the fierce anger in his eyebrows.

When he saw it, he shuddered and stammered in his voice: "Miss, you make people feel scared."

Mu Cen has already collected the next mood, a light smile, but is asking: "scared?"

He Xiang shook his head: "he Xiang knows that the young lady is not aimed at the maidservant."

Mu Cen ordered next lotus fragrant forehead: "I didn't white ache you."

He Xiang changed the topic: "Miss, whose embroidery do you have with? It's really beautiful. I haven't seen such beautiful embroidery in the capital. Even the old lady and the side imperial concubine haven't seen it. "

You know, those who can embroider for the people in the palace must be exquisite.

Li Yan and Li Mu's embroidery is nothing more than that, but mu Cen can be more superb. After all, Mu CEN is the real descendant of the Li family. Mu CEN is the essence of all of them.

Li Jia is the best in all the land, and can cultivate countless embroidered girls. But it is absolutely impossible to tell these embroidered nuns the most beautiful places.

In Li Ruolan's generation, Li Ruolan is the only descendant of the Li family.

Li Ruolan and Gu Yuanzhi once had a child, but they died in the womb, so later they devoted themselves to cultivating Mu Cen. They didn't mind that Mu Cen was not their own child. They passed on all their skills to Mu Cen.

With Mu Cen's talent, Mu Cen's embroidery is as pure as fire.

Naturally, those embroiderers can't compare.

And a sachet embroidered in Mu Cen's hand is very popular among girls.

"Do you like it?" Asked Mu Cen.

He Xiang nodded: "I like it. I like it so much."

"Good." Mu Cen smile, "wait for me to finish, after filling the spice, give it to He Xiang."

He Xiang was pleasantly surprised: "really? Thank you, miss

But mu Cen didn't smile. Instead, he sat down quietly and ate the dinner in front of him.

Mu Cen didn't put down his chopsticks until he finished eating.

He Xiang cleared the table and hurried out.

Mu Cen went back to embroidering cloth, and she did embroidery seriously. She only wore a thin dress and approved a windbreaker outside, but she didn't buckle it carefully. She didn't put any powder on her plain face, and her hair was just gently rolled up, but it made people pay more attention to it.

Suddenly, the action in Mu Cen's hand stopped.

She sat quietly in the same place, but her ears had been sensitive to hear the sound of walking on the roof beam, very light, but could not escape Mu Cen's ears.

The embroidery needle in her hand was pinched in the palm of her hand.