Chapter 781

Bao'er thought for a while, and it seemed to be the case. When he returned to Jincheng, he embroidered a more delicate purse for Duan Changyu, and then bought a piece of jade tassel to hang on the purse. It would also look pretty.

At a glance, Feng Yichen saw a master who carved small wooden figures at the stall next door. The carved figures were lifelike and lifelike.

He stared at it for a while, then fiddled with the wood carving on the man's table, and asked enthusiastically, "Can anyone carve?"

The old master raised his eyes, glanced at Feng Yichen, saw that he was very handsome, nodded and said: "Of course, the young master has a good face, and looks very luxurious. Although it is a bit difficult, it can be carved."

Feng Yichen raised his finger and pointed at Chu Yunyao who was picking out gadgets: "I'm a big man, what can I carve, you can carve her out, if it's similar enough, I'll buy it with an ingot of gold, if not , this young master smashed your stall."

As he spoke, he took out an ingot of gold from his cuff and threw it in his palm.

The master chef's eyes flickered following the arc of the ingot of gold jumping up and down, nodded and said: "Mr. It takes a lot of effort.

How about this, how about I go home and find a piece of high-quality fragrant wood, and send the carved wood carving to the Prince's residence after a week? "

With a swipe of his pen, Feng Yichen left an address, "The smaller this wood carving, the better, and it's best to carry it with you."

After handing over the deposit to the master, Feng Yichen quickly followed Chu Yunyao's back.

Mo Lingwei wore a gauze hat, looked up at the shops on both sides, and finally found a shop selling musical instruments.

She touched Chu Yunyao's arm: "Sister-in-law, I'll go inside and see if I can pick out a satisfactory Xiao and bring it back to Mr. He."

Seeing this, Feng Yichen volunteered to go forward, "This young master is very good at these musical instruments, and this young master can help you refer to them."

Saying that, without waiting for Mo Lingwei to agree, she walked straight in front of her and went up the steps.

There was confusion in the crowd, two horses came galloping with the carriage, the coachman waved his whip and shouted: "Excuse me, excuse me, please let me go."

Mo Lingwei stepped on the steps, and as soon as she turned her head, she was slammed by someone who was desperately retreating behind her. She couldn't stand still, sprained her ankle, and almost fell to the ground.

Seeing this, Feng Yichen raised his hand to grab her, held her in his arms, supported her body, put his arms around her waist and lifted her up, and pulled her to the top step, with the other arm blocking her in half. He circled around, stopped those who were pushing towards her, and trapped her in his arms.

Lifting off the veil on her hat that covered half of her face, she saw that her complexion was a little pale, her brows were slightly frowned, her eyes moved to her ankles, and she frowned and asked, "Are you all right?"

It was the first time that Mo Lingwei was so close to Feng Yichen, this handsome face was completely similar to that person.

The two were the same height, and their profiles were almost identical. When Feng Yichen spoke seriously, even his voice and intonation were so similar.

She was stunned for a moment and was stunned.

Feng Yichen was impatient, with his long arms leaning against the wall behind her, he knocked her on the head with the folding fan in his hand, took off the veil from her hat, and asked again: "Do you want it?"

Mo Lingwei finally came back to her senses, her face flushed slightly, she lowered her eyelids, and quickly replied: "It's okay, thank you, Young Master Feng."

Feng Yichen suddenly moved closer to her face, stared at her for a while, looking left and right...