novelaction Chapter 116: Disturbance in the Cloth Shop (Part )
Chapter 116: Disturbance in the Cloth Shop (Part )
What a Yu Qingli! I am suffering so much here, but she acts as if nothing happened.
This feeling of being looked down upon by Yu Qingli deeply hurt the self-esteem of His Royal Highness Prince Yan. He snorted coldly, feeling that even if he himself was not having a good time, he could not let Yu Qingli have an easy time. However, His Royal Highness Prince Yan did not notice at all that his ultimate purpose in not letting Yu Qingli have an easy time was actually to prevent Yu Qingli from forgetting him.
Murong Yanhui stroked the corner of his clothes, frowning. He had to find a way, he had to fight for it! He couldn't lose to that Murong Feng!
His Royal Highness Prince Yan's inner world was ablaze. He picked up the teapot on the table, put his hand to the spout and drank the whole pot of water in one gulp. He wiped his mouth carelessly with his right sleeve and slapped the table with his left hand, "Come on, come for a walk with me!"
The cloth shop was still bustling with customers at this time. Various fabrics were neatly arranged on the shelves according to different categories. The colorful and varied fabrics were illuminated by the sunlight coming through the slanted windows, making them look even more vivid and lovely.
Everyone gathered around the counter to choose their favorite cloths. Most of them were women, and some were maids and housekeepers from various mansions, but the majority were women.
Therefore, when Murong Yanhui stepped into the cloth shop, the shopkeeper immediately saw him.
The shopkeeper had heard a lot about the rumors between Murong Yanhui and the boss Yu Qingli, so he was very smart and went to meet him immediately.
"Your Highness Prince of Yan has graced our humble shop with his presence." The shopkeeper bowed deeply, his attitude extremely respectful.
Murong Yanhui sat down on the chair, lifted his shirt and crossed his legs. "I came here today to buy fabrics."
"I wonder what kind of material His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan would like to choose?"
"What kind of materials do you have?" Murong Yanhui asked as he glanced around the store with a sharp gaze.
The cloth shop's facade is not very big, but it is very solemn. Unlike other shops that give people a simple and frivolous feeling, it gives people a sense of calmness and tranquility, which makes people calm down unconsciously.
Murong Yan thought to herself, this style is indeed Yu Qingli's, but why is Yu Qingli not in the shop today?
Murong Yan recalled and winked at the servant beside him. The servant immediately found a loophole and sneaked into the backyard.
The shopkeeper was introducing the materials when he saw this and hurriedly stopped him, "Sir, you are not allowed to enter the backyard casually."
"Hey." Murong Yanhui reached out to stop the shopkeeper, "Isn't it also not allowed for my servant to go find a toilet?"
The shopkeeper looked at Murong Yanhui's arrogant expression and finally nodded and said, "Okay, okay."
Murong Yanhui didn't say anything more. He pointed to a piece of cloth and asked, "Is that the excellent moonlight yarn you mentioned just now?"
"That's right. This kind of material is most suitable for making outer robes. It can keep you warm, is breathable and comfortable, and most importantly, it can show the color of the underlying clothing. It can be said to be a good material that kills two birds with one stone." The shopkeeper said as he handed the cloth to Murong Yanhui.
Murong Yanhui touched it casually and pointed to another one, "What about that one?"
"Your Highness has good taste. This piece of silk is the best among Xiangyun yarns. It is the softest and most delicate to the skin. Many young ladies and young masters love to use it."
Murong Yan nodded and pointed to another piece of cloth. This happened again and again. There was a pile of cloth on the table in front of him, but he looked dissatisfied. It seemed that none of the cloth caught his eye.
The shopkeeper wiped the sweat from his forehead in panic, and finally realized that Murong Yan did not come here to support the boss Yu Qingli, but most likely to ruin the place.
"That's all? Nothing else?" Murong Yanhui asked calmly after taking a sip of tea. However, before he finished speaking, he spat out a mouthful of tea, "Pah, what kind of tea is this? Are you trying to make me bitter?"
The shopkeeper wiped the tea leaves from his face helplessly and whispered, "Your Majesty, these are the best materials in our shop. After this rainy season, it's really not easy for them to be preserved so well..."
"Shut up!" Murong Yan shouted back. The shopkeeper was caught off guard and was so frightened that he almost bit off his tongue. The group of people who bought cloth were all stunned. When they turned around, they found that it was Murong Yan who came back. They subconsciously put down the things in their hands. Some sneaked away, while the brave ones stood in the distance and continued to watch.
The small shop suddenly fell silent. Murong Yan looked back at the backyard. His servant had just told him that Yu Qingli was in the backyard, which made him feel even worse.
Humph! Yu Qingli, I want to see how long you can shrink. You don't want to see me, but I will make you see me!
Murong Yanhui thought angrily in his heart, and his tone immediately changed. He reached out and picked up a piece of material, exerted force with his fingers, and pulled the cloth apart with a ripping sound.
"With just this little bit of fabric, you still have the nerve to show it to others? I really think that the rumors in Luoyang City are just empty talk and empty reputation."
The shopkeeper understood what was going on, so he stood in front of Murong Yanhui with his head lowered without saying a word. He was just thinking that the business had been disrupted and this boss was too patient.
"Go, ask your boss to come out and see me. You are just a small shopkeeper, and I don't want to make things difficult for you." Mu Rongyan raised his voice deliberately, his eyes darting towards the backyard again and again.
It was a pity that a row of bright red lacquered lattice doors in front of him blocked most of his view. He could only vaguely see a cross-sunflower pattern carved on the long window, and polished shells embedded in the frames, which sparkled in the warm sunshine. A few sparse sycamore trees in the courtyard stood tall in the wind, and their leaves made a sparse rustling sound in the wind, but there was no trace of the beautiful woman.
Upon hearing this, the shopkeeper glanced sideways at the backyard. Seeing that Yu Qingli had no intention of coming out, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "Your Majesty, the boss didn't come to the store today."
"Really?" Murong Yanhui stood up and reached out to push the cloth onto the ground. "How dare your little shop pass off inferior goods as high-quality ones! These low-quality cloths are actually called the finest in Luoyang City! If you had called your boss out today, we could have discussed it. But if your boss doesn't come!"
Murong Yanhui said this, his eyes once again falling towards the backyard, and then he said word by word: "Then don't blame me for being impartial. I will shut down your shop that is a fraudulent business!"
The shopkeeper broke out in a cold sweat and fell to his knees with a thud, "Your Highness, Prince of Yan, we can't close this shop. Our goods are genuine and we sell them at fair prices. Please, Your Highness, have some mercy!"
The shopkeeper shouted loudly and his tone was quite miserable. The heads that fell like raindrops knocked against each other with such a loud bang that it seemed as if the floor was shaking.
Yu Qingli was sitting in the inner courtyard, and when she heard the shopkeeper's pig-slaughtering screams, she knew that the shopkeeper would not let today's incident go on peacefully, and if Murong Yanhui couldn't see her, he would definitely not leave.
Looking at the bright, glaring sunlight outside, Yu Qingli couldn't help but sigh and put down the book in her hands. She rubbed her brow with a headache, feeling that Murong Yanhui was really a dog-skin plaster, impossible to get rid of. Besides, hadn't he vowed that day that he would regret it? How could it be that in just three days, he regretted it first and was clinging to him again?
As Yu Qingli was thinking, she gently stood up and walked towards the cloth shop. Her pretty figure was stretched even longer by the sunlight, and she walked straight over the threshold and into the shop.
As soon as Murong Yanhui saw the shadow, he smiled and waved his hand. An invisible force lifted the shopkeeper up and said, "Go down. There's nothing for you to do now."
The shopkeeper was still confused, but he heard a clear and familiar voice say, "Shopkeeper, thank you for your hard work. Go to the backyard and apply a compress on your forehead."
The shopkeeper was as if he had been pardoned. He still remembered the etiquette and bowed to Murong Yanhui and Yu Qingli before running away.
Yu Qingli stood by the door, and with a slight glance, she saw the situation in the store clearly. She picked a seat and sat down, facing Murong Yanhui.
"I wonder if His Majesty the Prince of Yan is dissatisfied with the materials in our shop?" Yu Qingli asked calmly, without even reaching out to pick up the materials.
After three days of not seeing each other, Murong Yanhui felt indescribable joy when he saw Yu Qingli. The corners of his eyebrows and eyes couldn't help but curl up slightly. He was lost in thought when he heard Yu Qingli ask this. He was stunned for a moment and replied, "Ah? Oh, um! Not satisfied, very dissatisfied."
"I wonder what the prince is dissatisfied with?" Yu Qingli still had a businesslike expression, as if the owner of a shop was dealing with a difficult business matter.
"This, this..." Murong Yan glanced back and quickly swished the cloth on the ground, "This cloth is too fragile. I just pulled it casually and it broke the thread."
Yu Qingli nodded when she heard this, "If that's the case, then perhaps the materials in our shop are indeed not worthy of His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan."
"Isn't it?" Murong Yanhui, before he understood what Yu Qingli meant, agreed proudly.
"Then, Your Highness Prince Yan should ask the Emperor to give you some tribute satin instead of coming to this small shop to buy it." Yu Qingli looked coldly at Murong Yanhui with a clear gaze.
Murong Yanhui finally realized that Yu Qingli was trying to get him to leave. How could he just leave like that? Wouldn't that be a complete loss of face? He had come here today to pick a fight with Yu Qingli. Did he really want him to return empty-handed? No way, absolutely not!
"Under the feet of the emperor, I can buy whatever I want from wherever I want, it's none of your business." Murong Yan stood up, put his hands on his hips, and raised his chin slightly.
Yu Qingli looked up at him and sighed slowly, "Your Highness Prince Yan, you just admitted that the fabrics in this shop are not good enough for you, but?"
"Of course. I'm afraid these tattered pieces of fabric will scratch my tender skin."
"Even though His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan knows that the fabrics in our shop are not good enough for you, he still comes to our shop to buy fabrics. Can I assume that His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan is deliberately causing trouble and disrupting our business?"