What can 252 do

Luo Wener avoided back, naturally collected the account book, and grabbed the bottle again: "This is real material, and you are the one who cheated!"

Qian Yumo didn't think so, but laughed and suddenly restrained his smile: "Yun, I didn't show up that day, and there has been no news these days. Why don't you ask me what I'm busy with?"

The hand that organizes the shelves is stagnant.

He broke his appointment for no reason and disappeared for eight days. It's not that she hadn't been curious about his whereabouts, and she was more worried about whether he would suddenly encounter any danger or illness and then couldn't wake up. She also comforted herself that even if he did not feel pain, he was not a fool after all. He knew why he could not do anything. If he was really so fragile, how could he live safely in this seven years of disability? And why does she always suspect that he will hang up? It's like cursing others.

So I put back my mind, but it was inevitable to miss him. Until I saw him appear at the door healthily, his face was much better than before he disappeared. Suddenly, his heart was like opening two long-closed doors and blowing into the cool wind, which was extremely transparent. Even the depression that lingering at the bottom of his heart because of his contract disappeared disappeared.

Now, he took the initiative to mention it.

She turned her head and looked into his eyes.

Like ink jade, warm and elegant, like an ancient well, still water without waves.

However, it seems that another inexplicable thing is swimming at the bottom, extremely light, as if it will be ignored inattention, extremely slowly, as if it makes people feel that it is just their own illusion.

The corners of his lips hooked the usual smile, but the smile was not like the usual spring breeze, but a little far-fetched and nervous.

What is he nervous about?

Why does he look at himself like this?

She put down the bottle and turned around, as if to follow his words and ask, "I haven't seen you for many days. What is Mr. Mo busy with?"

The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and he still looked at her for a moment. He said very calmly and leisurely, "I'm doing a big business'."

The answer as usual, so it seemed to answer, as if she didn't say anything. She was a little angry and thought he was teasing her again, but his eyes...

What did he do when he looked at himself so carefully? It seems that she is looking forward to and worried that she will know an answer.

Mo Xi is very strange today.

She tilted her head and was waiting for a few words to be tested. Mei'er came in from the outside: "Shopkeeper, there is a lady who likes your new 'streaming moon dance' very much. She asked how much money it is. She wants to buy some. She also asked the shopkeeper what kind of fragrance he made, and she wanted to have a look.

In fact, this kind of handicraft can't really make much money. The key is that she is the first one to make money. If you don't want to spend money, you can master the essentials and maintain it at home, so the cosmetics used to earn money are all made by yourself.

She is also not conservative. If someone asks, she will tell them what the effect of milk, eggs, or oranges, etc., but she refuses to disclose the proportion of this preparation, and the proportion of the preparation varies from person to person. How can it be made clear in a few words? However, in order to appease the dissatisfaction of customers and attract repeat customers, she racked her brains to take all kinds of names and put them in sachets to give them.

In this era of habitual use of incense, she met a woman who likes to dress herself up fragrantly, which is particularly popular. She even began to plan to expand the scale of the beauty salon so that she may not be in a hurry all day long. A small shop specializing in fragrance, but as for the provision of spices, it is necessary to honor this Mr. Mo Xi. Who made him dance with long sleeves and "finger" all walks of life?

So he threw the problem to him and ran out to receive customers.

Hu Lun waited for her to dodge and leave. Fang tiptoed into the wing. Although he knew that she would not come back, he still stared at the door cautiously.

Outside the door, the joy and laughter belonging to the women are coming in.

"Master, it seems that she really doesn't know."

Qian Yumo's eyes always looked at the door, as if Luo Wener was still standing there: "How could she know?"

I can't say whether I am relieved or disappointed.

"Even if you know, what can you do?"

The tone is faint, like a sigh.

It's just that Hu Lun doesn't understand. Does the front of this "he" refer to "he" or "she"?

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"Cloud shopkeeper, your fragrance is really unique. I really like it!"

"If you like it, you can try it. If you think there is anything wrong, but tell me, I'll see if I can bring out the fragrance that my wife likes? There are also these kinds, 'willow dark flowers', 'hibiscus spring', and 'flower shadows are heavy', all of which are newly transferred. If you don't mind, you can send them to your wife..."

"Cloud shopkeeper, you are just talking fast. OK, I can't ask for yours for nothing, this little silver..."

"Madam, although the shop has just opened, you have applied for an 'annual card', which is our regular customer. Why do you care about this much with me? If you use it well, you might as well help us publicize more, and I may share your money in the future..."

"Haha, Shengjing is full of gold, but some people can't see it. You are a natural material for business!"

There was laughter outside the door, and Qian Yumo also smiled slightly, but the smile suddenly stopped when he heard an unintentional word.

"Over the past many years, the only country that has reached the peak in fragrance blending is Xueling."

"Yes, whether it is Wuya, other princes, and even the Celestial Empire, they all use the incense made by Xueling."

"Especially the fragrance in the goose pear tent is the most famous, but only the Xueling nobles can use it, and even the Celestial Empire can only look at the ocean and sigh..."

"That's not necessarily true. The key is to see if you have any special channels..."

Luo Wen'er stopped interrupting and only smiled slightly.

When mentioning the word Xueling, she naturally thought of the fragrance in the goose pear tent, the beautiful red brocade tent, the lingering of the neck mandarin duck... Thinking of the dreamlike memory that was far away from her previous life, and thought of that person...

It's strange that a big living person disappeared silently. Could it be that he also wore it? Bring everyone's memories with you? But why did you leave her alone? Still, he is just a fantasy in her dream, because he is so intoxicated that he can't forget it for a long time...

"...what special channel? That's going to drop your head!"

"Hmm, the terrain of Xueling is dangerous, and the snow is piled up all year round, so there is almost no grass, but what do those people live on? Don't you rely on making incense?

"Isn't it? Xueling's children have to learn to distinguish all kinds of odors as soon as they are born. From 'distinguishing incense', to 'imitation of fragrance', to 'creating fragrance', it will take 20 years at the earliest. Then a festival of incense fighting will be held every year, and men and women of all ages can participate in the competition. Every competition will produce new fragrances, and then the price, the highest, will be sold for thousands of taels of gold for one dollar!"

Everyone was in an uproar.

"Therefore, Xueling people claim to be the most elegant and noble people in the world. They only need to move their fingers to make the world flock to them."

"Bah, I don't believe it! Do you know? Now many people have learned to make incense. In the end of the year, there is also a person from Ulan who went to the incense fighting conference in Xueling to challenge..."

"I know about this, isn't it a failure? He can only imitate the fragrance, or the fragrance in the goose pear tent. Isn't he looking for death? Moreover, Xueling people have been soaked in spices since childhood. How can they be compared with a half-way monk like him? Self-measurable!"

"That's right, even if you change places at the incense fighting conference every year, the participants are all from Xueling people, walking with spices, pulling gold back, and buying whatever you want. It's really..."

"Bright, have you heard about it? Xueling sent a princess to marry our king!"