When Su Qingluan left Hongfu Tower, she also went to her mother's shop, intending to prepare some plain materials - although it was autumn, no one knew when the old emperor would pay his respects.
"Auntie, let's make two preparations anyway," Su Qingluan pointed to the black, gray and white cloth on the shelf, "If something suddenly changes, don't we have to buy all the cloth from outside?"
After all, cloth, especially white cloth, cannot help but get dirty from a practical point of view and cannot be used for work for a long time; from an aesthetic point of view, it feels depressing and uncelebrated in traditional concepts, because from a decoration point of view it is not Very unpleasant.
Just because it has no benefits in terms of practicality or aesthetics, white or almost white plain fabrics are not always available in ordinary families, unless there is an elderly person who is seriously ill at home, and they buy some just in case. .
After all, filial piety clothes are all white.
What's more, if the king of a country dies, it is a national mourning. Not only the people of the country must follow the mourning, but even the bright red and green decorations on the face must be covered with white cloth to prevent being treated as disrespectful.
Su Qingluan did not speak too clearly, but Yang was not a fool, not to mention that she had not heard of the ups and downs in the capital, so she kept this matter in mind, whether it was for her family or not. If you have any, or if you plan to sell them at that time, keep a batch of fabrics.
The family had stock and was not worried. Knowing that the plain clothes were in place, Su Qingluan no longer took the matter to heart. He and his mother-in-law had a casual chat about home affairs for a while, asked about the current situation of his brothers, sisters and father, and then returned She went to "Su Ji" and continued her work.
Because Su Qingluan has been busy with Su Ji's affairs recently, Songbo has been in charge of dinner lately, and it's the same today.
But for a while before, Su Qingluan didn't know what Mu Xingzhi was busy with. He would often "disappear" for ten and a half days. Of course, the public statement was that he was not in good health and was recuperating at home or going out to seek medical treatment.
Of course, when "going out to seek medical treatment", Song Bo also disappeared while playing.
So when Su Qingluan returned home today, she saw that Mu Xingzhi was there, and couldn't help but tease: "Rare visitor, it's been a long time!"
Mu Xingzhi followed the good advice: "Long time no see, Qingluan is still so energetic - he seems to have grown taller."
"Really?" Su Qingluan's eyes lit up: She is only fifteen years old, so it is normal for her to grow taller.
So she excitedly went to the courtyard under the eaves. There was a pillar with traces of her work on it. She had just gotten married and spent the first few days "on vacation" at home doing nothing.
But within a few months, even if I grow taller, how could it be so obvious? So even though Su Qingluan had been busy for a long time, he was not sure whether he had grown taller or not. However, such busy work made Su Qingluan's original three-point hunger feeling expand to ten points, so Songbo ate deliciously when he served the food.
Although Mu Xingzhi ate elegantly, Songbo actually liked Su Qingluan, a diner who, although not elegant enough, could eat well - probably all chefs like people who eat well.
The consequence of eating well is accidentally eating too much. Su Qingluan's original idea of compiling a new jam recipe could only be put on hold for a moment. She slumped in the front hall, drinking hawthorn tea to digest her food.
It is suitable for gossiping and chatting when digesting food.
So Su Qingluan told Mu Xingzhi and Song Bo about the messy gossip about "the prince in trouble among the people" spread outside, and expressed his thoughts by the way: "Don't say it, everyone's imagination is quite rich, some people Some people say that the prince was the product of sacrifice in a palace battle, and some people think that the reason why the prince did not die in the battle is the blessing of his biological mother in heaven, and some people say that the prince is... ahem..."
Although some people who are not afraid of death can spread rumors casually, the words "True Dragon Emperor" cannot be said casually. Who knows if walls have ears. Although Su Qingluan can't control others, she can control her own mouth.
After suddenly stopping her mouth, Su Qingluan cast her eyes on Mu Xingzhi's legs and teased: "I say Mu Xingzhi, don't you think you can basically adapt to all the details of this rumor?"
Mu Xingzhi was already immune to some of Su Qingluan's sudden and strange words, but Song Bo had spent a relatively short time with Su Qingluan, who was "letting go", and Su Qingluan She rarely really "let herself go" in front of Songbo, so Songbo was a little uncomfortable with her way of speaking, and couldn't help but ask: "What do you mean, Madam?"
"That is to say, Mu Xingzhi can be perfectly integrated into this rumor, right?" Su Qingluan counted the items on her fingers with great interest, "It is rumored that this prince is the legitimate son of the late former queen. Because he was brave and good at fighting all over the world, he was seriously injured. He lives among the people because of amnesia - except for the amnesia, on the surface, Mu Xingzhi fits the bill, right?"
At first, Su Qingluan muttered with a gossipy smile: Mu Xingzhi behaves elegantly and has outstanding temperament. It would make sense if he was born in a noble family and had undergone strict etiquette training; Mu Xingzhi is actually agile and alert, and he can tell at a glance. With the foundation of kung fu, he can match up with the young general and prince who enlisted in the army; although Mu Xingzhi has neither amnesia nor serious injuries, he does seem to be in poor health as he maintains the character of "bad at acting" every day... …
As she was talking, Su Qingluan suddenly felt that something was wrong. Suddenly an exaggerated but very possible idea flashed through her mind, so she carefully looked at Mu Xingzhi who was looking at her with a smile on the other side, and said hesitantly: "No. ……You are……"
Mu Xingzhi did not answer directly, but Su Qingluan looked at the other party's expression - it was obviously acquiescence!
Although it cannot be said that he was not shocked at all, but now, just like Su Qingluan lamented before: Even if Mu Xingzhi suddenly changed into three heads and six arms, she might not be particularly shocked.
"You don't look particularly surprised." Mu Xingzhi put down the tea cup.
"You sound quite disappointed," Su Qingluan's mouth twitched, "Don't use such a disappointed tone!"
"After all, it's interesting to see Qingluan running around in panic." Mu Xingzhi smiled so hard that his eyes were crooked, but in Su Qingluan's opinion, he didn't deserve a beating.
"If you are panicking about everything that happened to you, then you will be too busy!" Su Qingluan retorted unceremoniously.
"Wow, after all, you have learned my true identity, and you still have such an attitude?" Although he said this, Mu Xingzhi didn't look angry, but was very amused.
Songbo, on the other hand, was very surprised and curious when he saw Su Qingluan immediately stood up and asked Mu Xingzhi to apologize without even raising his eyelids.
"Actually, it makes sense for you to have such an identity," Su Qingluan said truthfully, "I have always been curious about who is it that makes people like you willing to do things for him."
This sentence aroused Mu Xingzhi's interest: "Oh? Who is 'a person like me'?"
