Reborn as the beloved of the crippled king

Chapter 480: Draw me, okay?

"If you trust Shopkeeper Chai enough, you can indeed make him pretend to switch sides to see if Wang Yingluo is a business wizard."

Jun Yuyan said with a smile.

Although he didn't know the shopkeeper Chai very well, since he was one of the queen's own, he must be trustworthy. As the saying goes, trust the people you employ and ignore the people you doubt. He believed that his queen was also a smart person.

Murong Jiu nodded: "If Wang Yingluo is ambitious enough, she should still go to Shopkeeper Chai. I'll ask him to test it out first. If Wang Yingluo really comes from the future, then everything she knows is standing in the future. On the shoulders of those who came before.”

"Yes, she may not really have much ability, but she can be proud of her ability to predict the future."

Wang Yingluo grew up in Xiaoxi Village. After their investigation, they found that the other party had never been to the capital. The farthest place he went was the town next door, and he had never read or read.

Such a woman, even if she has strange ideas, will never know the shopkeeper of a big business house.

Shopkeeper Chai is no longer what he used to be. He is no longer the nobody he once was. Nobles and dignitaries may not be able to meet him if they want to. Although I do a lot of things myself and am very busy every day, I rarely show up in person, and I have cultivated many talents.

It's impossible to even recognize someone, let alone find someone by name and confidently poach him.

Obviously, Wang Yingluo knew that Shopkeeper Chai would be famous in the future. Perhaps in future generations, Shopkeeper Chai would leave his name in the history books.

Isn't this the "foreseeing of the unknown"?

Just like her, after rebirth, she can "predict" future events.

However, she died early in her previous life, so she definitely doesn’t know as much about the aftermath as Wang Yingluo.

If Wang Yingluo is not viewed as a crisis, but utilized, perhaps a more powerful Yan Dynasty can be created.

She and Jun Yuyan both wanted to go together.

Jun Yuyan no longer wanted to chop off Wang Yingluo's head.

It is naturally a good thing if it is beneficial to Dayan.

Moreover, if we know Wang Yingluo's origins clearly, if we meet someone of the same kind again in the future, we will not be plotted against and we will be able to deal with it.

The two of them continued to look down.

Wang Yingluo went shopping in the morning. When she got tired at noon, she went to the best restaurant in Beijing to eat and ordered a large table. She especially liked spicy food and didn't like pasta.

It is inferred from this that Wang Yingluo should be from the south.

It seems that the food in Beijing is still suitable for Wang Yingluo's taste. She ate a lot and even praised it with words such as "no pollution, no pollution, original taste".

Then he called the shopkeeper and the chef and gave some instructions.

At that time, there were several noble ladies eating nearby. When they went upstairs, they had a little friction with Wang Yingluo, so Wang Yingluo suddenly gave high-profile instructions and asked the chef to make the dishes again according to her instructions.

Those dishes were indeed much more delicious. The nobles were speechless on the spot and could only watch Wang Yingluo walk away proudly.

Murong Jiu smiled and said, "Well, it seems that Wang Yingluo still doesn't know that I own the restaurant, otherwise she would not have given me any advice. Tomorrow, we will also try her improved dishes."

Not only was she not unhappy, but she smiled like a businessman.

If you are not afraid of the other party being in the limelight, you are afraid that the other party will not be in the limelight.

Jun Yuyan found it very interesting. The women in front of him seemed to have become more lively and interesting. He suddenly remembered that the day he just returned to the palace, the beautiful woman was lifeless, with no light in her eyes, and his heart could not help but feel swollen and sore.

"Okay, let's try it together. There's also the French fries she mentioned a while ago. I'll let her tinker with them someday for you to try."

Murong Jiu covered her lips and laughed out loud.

"We are like landlords who exploit people."

Jun Yuyan saw her laughing so hard that she was in a good mood: "She had ulterior motives and caused me to lose my memory. I didn't cut off her head, I just exploited her, which is already pretty good."

Murong Jiu nodded vigorously: "That's right, she didn't behave first. Of course she can't blame us for being ruthless." After the two of them laughed, they sat closer and closer to each other, with their heads together, and continued to read the content on the paper.

After Wang Yingluo had eaten and drank, she went to listen to ditties. Not only ditties, but also folk acrobatics and the like. However, she was not interested. She seemed to have seen them many times before. What attracted her most was the ones sung by several male actors. Jiangnan ditty.

Maybe it was because she was from Jiangnan, or maybe it was because those actors were particularly good-looking, but in short, she was attracted to them, and after listening to one song after another, she forgot the time to return to the palace.

The paper recorded several strange remarks made by Wang Yingluo.

"She looks better than a celebrity, and she can debut where she is."

"Finally I know the happiness of a rich woman."

"It's so cool. I'm singing a little song. Not only is she good-looking, but I also have a naturally good voice. Her voice is full of emotion and emotion, and she's really good at managing her expressions!"

From this, we can conclude that Wang Yingluo is also a person who cares about appearance, likes beautiful things, and is not bound by the world in body and mind. She is not a person who abides by rules.

Of course, this is not a shortcoming. Many of the rules in time are rules for women. In Murong Jiu's opinion, those rules should not exist in the first place.

If Wang Yingluo wasn't full of calculations, maybe she would appreciate such a woman.

And it can be seen from this that in the era when Wang Yingluo grew up, women may be as equal as men. This is good news for Murong Jiu.

After this day, Wang Yingluo's temperament can already be found out.

She pondered for a moment and said to Jun Yuyan: "Let's take her to a few schools tomorrow. Maybe she will have some surprises waiting for us."

Jun Yuyan naturally agreed, nodded and said: "Okay."

Then he added: "Okay, today's discussion about her is over. Let's not talk about her anymore. The food is cold, do you want someone to serve it again?"

Murong Jiu waved his hand and said, "I'm full. What do you want to eat? I'll ask Chuntao to go to the imperial dining room."

"I'm full too, so let's get people out."

"Alright."

After saying that, she stood up, and Jun Yuyan also stood up. After calling out Chuntao, the two of them hid in the study room nearby to avoid being spotted by the eunuch and maid who came in to remove the meal. Jun Yuyan was here because it was too quiet. Being too close, the atmosphere was inexplicably ambiguous.

Murong Jiu's heart was pounding like a deer, as if he had experienced the feeling he had when he first got along with Jun Yuyan.

From getting to know each other to falling in love, now it feels like experiencing it all over again.

It seems, not bad either.

She couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth.

When Jun Yuyan saw this, he immediately took advantage of it and reached out to hold her hand.

"It's still early, how about we paint together?"

"it is good."

"What do you want to draw?"

Murong Jiu said: "Draw me, okay?"

Jun Yuyan's Adam's apple slid, and looking at her face, he had the urge to kiss her.

Murong Jiu was already lying on the imperial concubine's couch by the window. She was in a lazy posture, holding her chin in one hand, her legs intertwined, and she was holding a book in the other hand.

"How about this posture?"

"Yes, yes."

Jun Yuyan felt that he had a sore throat and was getting angry from the heat.