When Su Qingluan left Hongfulou, she also went to her mother's shop, intending to prepare some plain fabrics - although it was autumn now, who could stop the old emperor from visiting at any time?
"Mother, we should be prepared for both situations," Su Qingluan pointed at the black, gray, and white fabrics on the shelf. "If something unexpected happens, won't we have to buy all the fabrics from outside?"
After all, cloth, especially white cloth, cannot be easily soiled and cannot be used for work for a long time from a practical point of view; from an aesthetic point of view, it is considered depressing and unfestive in traditional concepts, and it is also very unpleasing from a decorative point of view.
Because of its lack of practicality and aesthetics, white or nearly white solid fabrics are not commonly available in most households, unless there is a seriously ill elderly person in the family and some is bought just in case.
After all, mourning clothes must be white.
What's more, if the king of a country really passes away, it will be a national mourning. Not only do the people of the whole country have to mourn, but even the bright red and green decorations on the face have to be covered with white cloth to prevent being regarded as disrespectful.
Su Qingluan didn't explain it too clearly, but Yang was no fool, and she had heard all the gossip about the ups and downs in the capital, so she kept the matter in mind and saved a batch of cloth, whether for her family or to sell later.
With the stock at home, Su Qingluan was not worried. Knowing that the white clothes had been found, she no longer took the matter to heart. She chatted with her mother for a while, asked about her younger brothers and sisters and her father's recent situation, and then went back to "Su Ji" to continue her work.
Because Su Qingluan has been busy with Su Ji's affairs recently, Song Bo has been in charge of dinner recently, and this is no exception today.
However, for a long time before, Su Qingluan didn't know what Mu Xingzhi was busy with. He often "disappeared" for ten days or half a month. Of course, the explanation to the outside world was that he was in poor health, recuperating at home, or going out to seek medical treatment.
Of course, when he went out to seek medical treatment, Song Bo also disappeared.
So when Su Qingluan returned home today and saw Mu Xingzhi there, she couldn't help but teasing him, "What a rare guest! It's been a long time since we last met!"
Mu Xingzhi readily agreed: "Long time no see, Qingluan is still as energetic as ever - seems to have grown a little taller."
"Really?" Su Qingluan's eyes lit up: She was only fifteen years old, it was normal for her to grow taller.
So she went to the eaves in the yard with great interest. There was a pillar with traces of her work on it. It was done when she had just married here and had been on "vacation" at home with nothing to do for the first few days.
But even if she had grown taller in just a month, how could it be that noticeable? So even though Su Qingluan was busy for a long time, she wasn't sure if she had grown taller. However, all this busy work actually made Su Qingluan's initial hunger intensify, so she ate with relish when Song Bo served her the food.
Although Mu Xingzhi eats in a refined and elegant manner, Song Bo actually prefers diners like Su Qingluan who are not so refined but enjoy eating - probably all chefs like people who enjoy eating.
The consequence of enjoying food is that you can easily overeat. Su Qingluan's original plan to create a new jam recipe had to be put on hold for a while. She slumped down in the front hall, drinking hawthorn tea to help digest the food.
Digestion time is a good time to gossip and chat.
So Su Qingluan complained to Mu Xingzhi and Song Bo about the messy gossip about the "impoverished prince among the people" that was circulating outside, and expressed her thoughts: "You know what, everyone's imagination is quite rich. Some say that the prince was sacrificed in the palace fight, some think that he didn't die on the battlefield because of the blessing of his biological mother's spirit in heaven, and some say that he was... ahem..."
Although there were some fearless people who spread rumors, the words "True Dragon Emperor" could not be spoken casually. Who knows if there are ears on the other side. Although Su Qingluan could not control others, she could control her own mouth.
After suddenly stopping her mouth, Su Qingluan set her eyes on Mu Xingzhi's legs and teased, "Mu Xingzhi, don't you think you can basically adapt to all the details of this rumor?"
Mu Xingzhi had become immune to Su Qingluan's sudden strange words and phrases, but Song Bo had spent relatively little time with this "free-spirited" Su Qingluan, and Su Qingluan rarely truly "let herself go" in front of Song Bo. Therefore, Song Bo was a little uncomfortable with her way of speaking and couldn't help but ask, "What do you mean, Madam?"
"So, Mu Xingzhi fits perfectly into this rumor, doesn't he?" Su Qingluan counted off the rumors with great interest, "Rumor has it that this prince is the legitimate son of the late former queen. Because of his bravery and military prowess, he conquered the world, but was seriously injured and lost his memory, and ended up living among the people. Apart from the amnesia, Mu Xingzhi seems to fit the bill perfectly, doesn't he?"
At first, Su Qingluan was still gossiping and muttering: Mu Xingzhi's manners were elegant and his temperament was outstanding. If he was born into a noble family and had undergone strict etiquette training, then that would make sense; Mu Xingzhi was actually agile and alert, and it was obvious that he had a foundation in martial arts, which made him a match for the general and prince who joined the army at a young age; although Mu Xingzhi had not lost his memory and was not seriously injured, he maintained the character of "being unable to walk" every day and looked like he was in poor health...
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 his face, and said hesitantly: "No...you are..."
Mu Xingzhi did not give a direct answer, but Su Qingluan looked at the other party's expression - it was obvious that he agreed!
Although it cannot be said that she was not shocked at all, but at this point, just as Su Qingluan lamented before: even if Mu Xingzhi suddenly appeared with three heads and six arms, she might not be particularly shocked.
"You don't look particularly surprised." Mu Xingzhi put down the teacup.
"You sound quite disappointed," Su Qingluan's mouth twitched, "Don't use such a lost tone!"
"After all, it's quite amusing to see Qingluan panicking and flustered." Mu Xingzhi smiled with his eyes curved, but in Su Qingluan's opinion, he deserved a beating.
"If I panic because of everything that happens to you, I'll be too busy to handle it all!" Su Qingluan retorted bluntly.
"Wow, you finally know my true identity, but you still have this attitude?" Although he said so, Mu Xingzhi did not look angry at all, but rather very amused.
Song Bo, on the other hand, was very surprised and curious when he saw that Su Qingluan not only did not immediately stand up and apologize to Mu Xingzhi, but did not even raise her eyelids.
"In fact, your identity is reasonable," Su Qingluan said frankly, "I have always been curious about who is so powerful that someone like you would be willing to work for him."
This sentence actually piqued Mu Xingzhi's interest: "Oh? Who is 'someone like me'?"
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