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Chapter 194 Worth Thousands of Gold

An inch of cloth can be sold for 200 taels of silver, and the clothes made can be said to be worth thousands of gold.

"Most people can't afford clothes made of this kind of fabric, so I want to ask Prime Minister Fang, has your daughter gone out a few days ago?"

He changed the subject suddenly, and Fangzheng looked puzzled.

"No, Pingle doesn't like to go out, he prefers to stay at home."

Just because Fang Pingle's figure is rather plump, every time she goes out, she will be stared at and ridiculed by ladies from various aristocratic families. Over time, she doesn't like to communicate with others.

Fangzheng sighed: "If she can go out to relax, I will definitely go to the temple to burn three pillars of high incense for the Buddha, and I will also give them a few hundred taels of sesame oil money."

Hearing this, Meng Changfeng frowned.

"Are you sure your daughter hasn't been out a few days ago?"

"I'm sure, I haven't been to court in the past few days."

Staying at home for a long time is easy to get sick, Fang Pingle has become depressed, he is really worried about his daughter, he doesn't even want to pay attention to the court affairs.

"That's weird."

He took the rags in Fangzheng's hand with a serious face.

"Actually, I came here this time to find out one thing."

Meng Changfeng gave an overview of the matter, and Fang Zheng's face became more and more serious.

"Probably not. Mrs. Murong is a virtuous and virtuous lady. How could she do such a thing? There must be a misunderstanding."

Because Murong Shi has a good personality and won't speak ill of others behind their backs, Fang Pingle especially likes to go in and out with her, and later the two became good friends.

"Mrs. Murong has been writing letters to Lele during this time. I am very grateful to her." Fangzheng took out a very beautiful box from his sleeve, which contained a pair of red bean hairpins and a pair of lovesickness bracelets.

"A few days ago, I said I would give it to Mrs. Murong, but there were too many things going on in the house, so I forgot it all at once. Young Master, when you go back later, take this back to Mrs. Murong on the way."

Looking at the red bean hairpin, Meng Changfeng fell into deep thought.

It turns out that in the eyes of others, Murong Shi is a generous, virtuous and virtuous woman who will not harm others.

"Prime Minister Fang." He raised his head, his eyes flickering.

"May I go see your daughter?"

Fangzheng's face was still full of embarrassment.

"I'm afraid she doesn't want to see you."

……

The West Wing of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Fang Pingle was lying on the bed, holding the pastry in one hand, and the story book in the other, and some puff pastry was spilled on the bed and the floor.

"It's so beautiful!"

Just as she was fascinated by it, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the door.

"Lele, what are you doing?"

Fangzheng's face was still cautious.

"No reason, Dad, why did you come here suddenly?"

Fang Pingle sat up from the bed, and she put on her coat.

"Oh, I'm just worried about you and want to come and see you."

Hearing this, Fang Pingle smiled, and she had already walked to the door of the room.

"I'm already this old, don't worry about me..." As soon as she opened the door, she saw Meng Changfeng standing behind Fangzheng.

With a bang, Fang Pingle closed the door again in a panic.

The deafening sound of closing the door made Meng Changfeng squint his eyes, and Fangzheng's face was still embarrassing.

"Don't mind, young master, my daughter has such a temperament."

Meng Changfeng expressed his understanding: "It's okay, does your daughter not like me too much?"

The two of them had never met before.

"no."

Fangzheng sighed silently. Fang Pingle has a good temper and is easy-going. She always wants to make friends with others, but others will take this opportunity to laugh at her appearance.

As the number of times increased, she became more and more inferior.

Whenever he saw outsiders coming, Fang Pingle always became extremely panicked.

"My daughter has such a temper, please don't mind my little duke."

After a while, Fangzheng knocked on the door again.

"Lele, just open the door, the young master has something to ask you."

Fang Pingle, who was hiding in the room, still showed resistance.

"No, I don't want to see him, you let him go quickly."

Hearing this, Fangzheng was very flustered. He silently wiped the cold sweat secreting from his forehead with his sleeve.

"Young Master, don't mind."

He was afraid that Meng Changfeng would vent his anger on Fang Pingle because of this.

Seeing the expression on his face, Meng Changfeng shook his head.

"I'm not angry, you shout slowly."

In fact, he didn't want to force Fang Ping anymore, but there was no other way. If he didn't find out this matter as soon as possible, he would feel uneasy.

Fang Zheng begged outside the door for an hour before Fang Pingle reluctantly opened the door, with an apologetic expression on her face.

"Daddy, I'm sorry, I really don't want to see outsiders."

There was also grievance in it, and Fangzheng was very distressed.

"It's okay, the young master has already said that he doesn't mind standing outside the yard to communicate with you."

After a while, Fang Pingle nodded.

"Okay, then you take me there."

The two communicated through the wall.

"Miss Fang, is that you?"

"it's me."

Meng Changfeng took a deep breath.

"Can you tell me when Murong Shi started writing to you?"

Hearing this, Fang Pingle frowned and thought about it.

"Probably a month ago." When she said this, her face was still full of joy: "You really married a good wife. These days, Sister Murong has been persuading me in my heart, let me Think about it, life is still long, isn't it just a little fatter."

She felt that Murong Shi's words were very reasonable, so she ate more, and she could eat whatever she wanted, absolutely not letting herself down.

Although she has a little more flesh on her body, she is still very happy.

"Well, can you show me the letter then?"

That's not good, after all, this is a little secret between her and Murong Shi, Fang Pingle still has hesitation on his face.

"Sister Murong said that only I can read this letter, and I haven't read the trust he gave me at all."

"But I'm different from your father. I'm sister Li Murong's husband-in-law. Don't worry, I won't gossip around."

Under Meng Changfeng's flickering, Fang Pingle Xin rushed back to the room and took out the letter.

Looking at the thick stack of letters, Meng Changfeng was dumbfounded.

"She actually wrote you so many letters."

"Yes, Sister Murong is very kind to me. Not only will she comfort me in her heart, but she will also ask the servant to buy me delicious food. She will buy me whatever I want."

Hearing this, Meng Changfeng bit his lips. He always felt a little weird, but he didn't know what was weird.

"So that's the case. I heard from your father that you like to wear silk brocade. Have you ever given such a good fabric to others?"

"Of course I did. Last time Sister Murong celebrated her birthday, I gave her a piece of silk brocade."

(End of this chapter)