Zheng Wanqing had originally intended to go straight to the mansion after leaving the dungeon. Although she was happy that Lao Qian had received the punishment he deserved, she could not help but feel the depression brought by the dungeon. The car drove smoothly, but it slowly turned into the commercial street of the French Concession. The street was busy with cars and pedestrians, and there were shops on both sides, which was very lively.
When the car stopped in front of a silk shop with a golden signboard of "Rui Feng Xiang", she turned to look at Xie Yun in surprise, her eyes full of confusion. The afternoon sun shone through the car window, onto his face, outlining his handsome features.
"You've been bored for these days, it's time to get out and take a breath." He leaned over and opened the car door for Zheng Wanqing. "I was going to take you shopping and watching a play today."
Zheng Wanqing was slightly startled, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes. She looked at Xie Yun, the corners of her mouth rose unconsciously, and the joy in her heart gradually spread like ripples.
Xie Yun supported Zheng Wanqing, and the two walked into the silk shop side by side. As soon as they stepped into the shop, a dazzling array of silks came into view, and even the air was filled with the unique silky fragrance of silks. All kinds of colorful and fine silks filled the entire shop.
Zheng Wanqing's eyes were instantly attracted by a piece of light pink silk, which was as soft as clouds and mist, with a warm color and delicate orchid patterns embroidered on it.
Xie Yun keenly caught the undisguised love in her eyes and said, "How about using this piece of cloth to make a cheongsam? Try it in the moon-white color. You should try other colors occasionally."
As soon as Zheng Wanqing's fingertips touched a piece of light pink silk, the material slipped through her fingers like running water. She was a little hesitant. Looking at the high-quality silk, she knew it was expensive, and whispered, "Isn't this too wasteful?"
Xie Yun leaned close to her ear without leaving a trace, his warm breath gently brushed across her neck, with a hint of intimacy: "As long as you like it, it's not a waste."
"Young Marshal, you have good taste!" The shopkeeper recognized Xie Yun with his sharp eyes, and immediately smiled. He trotted over to meet him, and the round glasses on his nose shone with a sharp light. "This pink horse is most suitable for the young lady with fair skin and beautiful face."
Seeing that Xie Yun seemed to be interested in buying, the shopkeeper quickly and attentively ordered his clerk to bring a piece of Yunjin, which was at the bottom of the box. He smiled and said in a flattering tone: "Look at this dark-patterned peony, it is also very beautiful. When the young lady wears it, she will be as beautiful as a national beauty and outshine all the other beauties."
Xie Yun glanced at the brocade and had to admit that it was indeed exquisite, both in terms of embroidery and texture. However, at this moment, his mind was completely on Zheng Wanqing, and his attention to the brocade was only fleeting.
Seeing that Xie Yun did not refuse, the shopkeeper, having tasted the sweetness, put out a few more pieces of brocade, and the smile on his face became more and more eager. He suddenly lowered his voice, with a mysterious look, as if he was sharing some great secret: "Here are some real goods..."
"This is a special supply from the Nanjing Yunjin Bureau." He unfolded the blue-blue material like a treasure. The satin surface actually changed into different shades of blue depending on the light. "Our shop is the only one in Tianjin that has it. It was originally intended for Mrs. Fujino..."
When Xie Yun heard this, his eyes suddenly turned cold. Zheng Wanqing noticed his tense arm muscles and quickly held his hand: "I like the pink one more." She deliberately picked up the material she had initially chosen and compared it to her neck, tilting her head and asking playfully: "Does it suit me?"
This trick really worked. Xie Yun's stern expression melted instantly. He reached out and gathered her hair: "Wrap it all up." Seeing Zheng Wanqing was about to speak, he interrupted her, "Pink for cheongsam, blue for dresses, peony pattern..." He suddenly leaned close to her earlobe and continued in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Save it for my pajamas."
Zheng Wanqing's face suddenly turned red from the tips of her ears to her collarbone. She covered her ears shyly and glared at Xie Yun in reproach.
Upon seeing this, the shopkeeper turned around and went to issue the invoice.
The shop assistants were busy loading the packaged silk onto the cart. Zheng Wanqing stood under the eaves, watching the sunlight dancing on the gorgeous fabrics. When Xie Yun took the receipt from the shopkeeper, he suddenly knocked on the counter with his knuckles: "I heard you just got a batch of Suzhou embroidery silk?"
The shopkeeper immediately understood what he meant and carefully brought out an exquisite sandalwood box. When he opened the box, twelve silk ribbons were neatly stacked inside, each embroidered with a different flower god of the month.
"Narcissus in the first month, magnolia in the second month..." Xie Yun's slender fingers fiddled with the silk in the box, and suddenly, his fingertips stopped at the silk embroidered with jasmine in June. Unlike the magnificent patterns of flowers in other months, the jasmine on this silk is unique, embroidered with very fine silver thread. The silver thread flashed a soft and cool light under the sun, showing the elegance and purity of jasmine to the fullest.
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