Zhao Zhi’s face was expressionless as he answered with a low voice, “I don’t like pastries.”
“Of course, I know you don’t like it, I was just asking.”
But there was a person who liked them very much. She couldn’t eat them very often, so she frequently used her pitiful watery eyes to look at him, shaking his arm, whispering to him, acting coquettishly.
Whenever Zhao Zhi thought of her, his heart swelled with pain. He frowned, “Let’s go and see.”
Song Huaiqing led him to the door of the shop. Seeing the closed wooden door, his tone was rather regretful, “It’s actually closed.”
Chapter 181
(64.4)
The notice of closure was pasted on the side of the door, it was a small sheet of paper, not very eye-catching.
Song Huaiqing walked a few steps forward and could barely read the words on it. After he was done reading, he felt that the words on this sheet of paper really were… not very good-looking.
They were regular, according to the rules. He didn’t know what kind of loser scholar who had not managed to realize his ambitions had written such a thing.
Zhao Zhi’s eyes were lowered, his mind seemed to have been taken away by the butterfly in his hand, his eyes did not look at all towards this side.
Song Huaiqing now felt that the fact that Zhao Xin had asked him for help, was really making a mountain out of a molehill, wasn’t it just the death of a person? Zhao Zhi also did not seem to be very sad, he couldn’t see any anguish on his face.
“I did not know before that Your Highness liked these types of little gadgets.”
He was holding it tightly in his hand, looking at it for a long time. There was a terrifying obsession in the bottom of his eyes.
The distortion in the bottom of Zhao Zhi’s heart was hidden under a silent surface, he was indeed obsessed to the point of insanity. When he came to Yangzhou, he had brought along a box containing ashes.
(65.1)
The autumn rain came suddenly, the sound of rain was startling.
Zhao Zhi and Song Huaiqing stood under the eaves of the building to avoid the rain, the butterfly in the man’s hand was made of a thin layer of paper, the wet and cold mist made the air around slightly clear, sweet, and sticky, raindrops splashed on the paper butterfly, deforming the butterfly made of thin paper.
The eaves were narrow, and a sudden gust of wind blew the rain quickly towards them. One side of the man’s shoulder was slightly getting wet by the rain.
The rain gradually weakened, and after about half a stick of incense, one could no longer hear the crackling sound of the rain.
The sky that had been so dark just before was gradually clearing up.
Ming Zhu and Hong Ling were unlucky, they faced a heavy rain soon after they left the house.
Hong Ling helped her to take shelter under a porch, where they waited for a while for the rain to stop.
After the rain, the stone road was wet and slippery, and Ming Zhu, with her protruding belly, was walking carefully.
Hong Ling frowned and complained in her ear, “The doctor told you to quietly rest for your pregnancy, if I knew it would rain so much today, I wouldn’t have allowed you to go out.”
Ming Zhu always listened to the doctor for the sake of the baby, so she had very obediently rested at home to nurture the fetus. She had stayed home for half a month, even rarely getting out of the courtyard door. Today, she just wanted to come out to get some fresh air, and also go to the clothes shop to get the fabric she had ordered at a high price, to make clothes for the unborn child.
“I’m being very careful, nothing will happen.”
Hong Ling made an unhappy face, she had a steady stream of words to say, “It’s the same if I go get the fabric for you.”
Ming Zhu smiled, “I’m afraid you’ll be cheated.”
What she wanted to buy was cloud damask brocade, in the capital it was very difficult to find. It might be that the shopkeeper, seeing that Hong Ling wasn’t very knowledgeable on the matter, would give her an inferior product and pass if off as the real one.
There was still a few months before the birth of the child, Ming Zhu bought a lot of things in advance, toys that children liked to play with were piling up inside the cabinet which was almost full.
When she had nothing to do, she also made a dozen pairs of shoes with tigers head, each with a different expression on the face of the tiger, so that later, she could change them every day.
Ming Zhu and Hong Ling walked slowly to the clothes store. The shopkeeper recognized their faces for he had a very good memory. With a bright smile, he asked, “Miss is here to get the cloud damask brocade, right?”
Ming Zhu nodded: “Yes.”
The shopkeeper had someone take the brocade out from the inner room. It was wrapped in another layer of fabric to avoid it getting dirty or damaged.
Ming Zhu unwrapped it and looked at it carefully, her fingers gently caressed the fabric, that felt silky smooth to the touch. She pursed her lips and smiled a little, then took out the silver and paid the rest of the money.
The shopkeeper had a good impression of this gentle and polite miss, although he didn’t know where she came from, but her disposition was not the same as ordinary girls. She was beautiful and gentle, but also somewhat cold and distant.
Being an astute businessman, he took advantage of this opportunity to say: “A few days ago, a new batch of fabric came to the store, all of which are of the best quality, would miss like to see them?” ”
There was shu brocade, ruanyan gaze, zhuanghua satin, as well as white muslin, all were very sought-after materials.
Ming Zhu could not resist and she said: “Then take it out to let me see.”
Hong Ling was already used to it.
Usually when Ming Zhu spent money she would count every small penny, every amount of money spent had to be recorded in the account book, and she basically never bought clothes and jewelry for herself. But when she was spending money on the child, she never had a soft hand, as long as it was a good product, no matter how expensive it was, she was willing to buy it.
The shopkeeper took out all the new materials and placed them in front of her, “Take a look.”
