Fairy, Please Let Me Explain

After thoroughly finalizing the disposal plan for the survivors of the underground palace, Xu Yuan and Bai Muxi did not stay there for long, and drove non-stop to the famous Huaijiu Lane in Emperor'an.

Just like when most people mention Yanliu Lane in Di'an City, they will think of Longping River. Huaijiu Lane is one of the most famous commercial streets in Di'an City and is famous for its valuable products.

After finding a place on the roadside to park the bike, Xu Yuan led Bai Muxi to the main road.

Although Huaijiu Lane is named after an alley, after several expansions it has become comparable in size to those spacious main roads in the city. Pedestrians and cars pass by each other, making the whole block appear lively and prosperous.

Mixed in the crowd, Xu Yuan felt quite relaxed and comfortable.

The white clouds are blue, the distant mountains are like ink, and the cold wind from spring to winter is blowing in your face, cool but not biting.

This brought back some memories for him.

In his previous life, he didn't like shopping, and even rejected it because of the Internet.

He actually liked this life. After all, there was no home entertainment in this life, and he didn't have to run around for life, so hanging out every day naturally became one of the few pastimes.

Of course, the main reason is to hunt for beauty.

The love that Goulan exchanged for money is only temporary after all, and the pure love of chasing beauty can soothe the soul.

He is also a frequent visitor to this Huaijiu Lane.

There is no other reason. Due to the price of goods, basically all the people who come to this alley are wealthy people, and the probability of beautiful women in the homes of wealthy people is much higher than that of ordinary people.

Thinking in his mind, Xu Yuan also habitually glanced at the ladies on the street.

There are heroines with curtains on their heads and swords on their backs, as well as boudoirs with slender waists, gentleness and tranquility.

Sure enough, his memory was not deceiving.

Walking on the familiar streets, the memories deep in Xu Yuan's mind revived bit by bit.

Memories of past scenes came to mind, and Xu Yuan suddenly remembered that his reputation for being full of evil seemed to have come from here, and he chuckled unconsciously.

Everyone in the city said that the third son of the prime minister's house was dissolute and robbed women of the people.

But did he actually need to rob it?

Other dudes may indeed need to rob, but Xu Yuan doesn't need this at all.

Completely out of touch with reality.

Putting aside his identity for the moment, as long as he takes off the human skin mask from his face, he can turn heads of those graceful ladies and heroines dozens of times while walking on the street.

Can something done consensually be called robbery?

Looking back now, Xu Yuan discovered that many of the noble girls who slept with Di'an must have gotten together on purpose.

However, it is true that he beat people to death in the street, but that was because he took the initiative to provoke others.

When he was chatting up and getting to know a beautiful woman, he would occasionally see a strange figure jumping up and down next to him. Even after he had a night of love with the beautiful woman, he gathered a group of friends to block him in the inn.

Of course, many of them are famous teachers.

In this era, many noble girls from aristocratic families married with their fingers. When Xu Yuan was hunting for beauty, he often found some noble girls who were engaged, but it was none of his business. If the woman didn't tell him when he was sleeping, how could he know you were there? Engage her?

After the bad reputation spread, over time some scribes came looking for him after smelling the smell.

After all, he, Xu Yuan, was the son of the prime minister of the dynasty. He relied on his reputation as a teacher, and in the name of righteousness, he quoted scriptures and used words to humiliate him.

This is a unique way of becoming famous in this era.

Scholars with great reputations were protected by the imperial court. To arrest them, the yamen had to ask for instructions at all levels. Generally, a dandy would be scolded if he was scolded in the street, but the question is, who is Xu Yuan?

Four words,

Beat the fuck up.

You talk and I do it, that's fair.

To deal with these scribes, Xu Yuan just beat them until they were relieved. After all, if the news of beating people to death in the street reached the ears of the elder brother, he would definitely be hung up and beaten when he returned home. .

But later it was discovered that hitting the target was of no use to these literati. After being beaten, they seemed to be more energetic.

And after returning home, whenever Xu Changge heard that he was causing trouble outside, he would beat him even if he didn't kill anyone.

Xu Yuan finally figured it out.

Anyway, he was going to get beaten anyway, so why not just beat him to death next time, so as to make those flies calm down.

As a result, the first scribe who died in the market soon appeared.

But it is a pity that these literati seemed to pursue the pursuit of leaving innocence in the world. Instead of stopping, their verbal and written criticism of him became more intense. After returning home, Xu Changge became even more ruthless.

With constant resentment in his heart, he cut off the heads of the second and third "pioneers" with a knife directly in the downtown area.

The cruel methods made those literati feel at peace, but their reputation was completely spread far and wide.

These literati did not dare to provoke him in reality, but they used their pens to spread his reputation throughout Great Yan.

And then it was the disciples of the sects and aristocratic families who came to cause trouble, and the vicious cycle continued.

Thinking of this, Xu Yuan couldn't help but sigh softly and murmured:

"What the hell is this?"

"Um?"

When Bai Muxi heard this, she subconsciously said, "What did the young master just say?"

Xu Yuan glanced back at Xiao Bai, his face still covered with purple gauze, his ice muscles and snow bones were dazzlingly white under the reflection of the warm midday sun, and he shook his head:

"Nothing, I remembered some things from the past."

As he said that, Xu Yuan raised his finger and pointed at a sparse shop not far away:

"I remember that the clothing store called Hongshang seemed to have good quality materials."

Bai Muxi's bright eyes flashed, as if she was aware of the purpose of the clothes she bought, but she was not shy and generous:

"Young master seems to be quite familiar with this street?"

"I used to come here quite often."

Xu Yuan did not deny it. He smiled and pointed to several elegantly decorated ancient buildings not far away and said, "The plaques of these shops are the ones I sold to them before."

"plaque?"

Bai Muxi raised her eyes after hearing this.

As far as the eye can see, the large characters on the plaque have an indescribable momentum.

"This word is so powerful. Did you write it?" Bai Muxi asked knowingly.

Xu Yuan shook his head and said with a low smile:

"My words are worthless, my father's are."

Bai Muxi smiled softly and crisply:

"I think I should have exchanged a lot of silver."

"That's for sure."

The smile on Xu Yuan's face was comfortable and self-satisfied: "My father's handwriting is rare but not sought after. The authentic handwriting now circulating in the market in Dayan is all the one I sold in the first place."

When Bai Muxi heard this, she lightly covered her red lips and smiled sweetly:

"Young Master actually did such ridiculous things back then. It's really funny."

Xu Yuan shook his head and said leisurely:

"It was quite interesting at first, but it's a pity that I don't like the money anymore."

When I went shopping in Goulan and bought accessories, ten thousand taels was enough for a long time, but this kind of personal consumption really didn't even count as a fraction in terms of military matters.

Chatting and joking with Bai Muxi, the two soon arrived at the door of the clothing store called Hongshang. Before entering, two beautiful female intellectuals came to greet them, bowed and saluted with respectful voices:

"Two distinguished guests, would you like some extra clothes, or some custom-made clothes?"

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Hearing the two unfamiliar terms, Bai Muxi subconsciously looked sideways at Xu Yuan.

Xu Yuan first responded, "Go in and take a look before talking." Then he explained to Xiao Bai:

"The ceremonial clothes are for daily wear, while the tattooed clothes are prepared for cultivators and need to be customized."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped into the ancient building, and a whiff of elegant incense immediately entered his nose.

The layout of the first floor is somewhat similar to Xu Yuan's previous clothing store, with various styles of women's clothes hung in various categories.

There are underskirts, Chinese clothes, palace clothes, cheongsams, and even some navel-baring red clothes from the Western Regions.

There are those who are generous and exposed, and there are those who are stingy and conservative.

A dazzling array of things can be seen at a glance.

Hongshang is a century-old store that specializes in selling all kinds of women's clothing. Xu Yuan has been here several times before, so he is familiar with the rules inside.

Hongshang has three floors in total, the first and second floors are ready-made, and the third floor is custom-made by the shopkeeper.

Without stopping on the first floor, Xu Yuan led Bai Muxi to the second floor of the ancient building. The moment he stepped onto the second floor, Bai Muxi's delicate bright eyes widened slightly.

This was the first time she went out for shopping, and it was also the first time she saw the prosperity of Dayan through clothes.

Compared with the dazzling array of clothes on the first floor, the second floor is much simpler, but this simplicity is built up with luxury.

The large space is simple and quiet. There are a total of twenty-seven pieces of clothing on the second floor. Each piece is floating in a glass cabinet with mysterious patterns, like a piece of art on display.

The clothing on the second floor of Hongshang is unique in the world.

Although it is a marketing tone, the clothes designed by this shopkeeper are indeed beautiful and the materials used are top-notch.

Seeing Xiaobai's appearance as Grandma Liu entered the Grand View Garden, Xu Yuan felt a little amused. He raised his hand and pinched her soft waist gently, reminding:

"Go ahead and pick it yourself. If you think it looks good, let Zhike pick it up. If there's nothing you like, let's go to the next one."

Bai Muxi was stunned for a moment and asked slightly hesitantly:

"Sir, didn't you choose it yourself?"

The clothes I bought during this trip were indeed for her, but they were for the young master.

Xu Yuan glanced at her and smiled slightly:

"For this kind of thing, I think it would be more surprising if the woman takes the initiative to prepare."

".Um?"

Hearing this, Bai Muxi deliberately revealed a hint of doubt in her bright eyes, then she swayed and walked towards the glass cabinets containing clothes.

As I walked, I made silent calculations in my mind.

Now, let’s buy a conservative piece of clothing in front of the young master. After returning home, we can sneak out and buy something that the young master might like.

Watching Xiaobai pick out clothes, Xu Yuan also took a chair from the Sumeru Ring and sat down.

The beautiful female intellectual guest standing next to Xu Yuan was stunned for a moment when she saw this scene. She didn't understand where the guest took out the chair. She subconsciously opened her mouth to persuade, but in the end she swallowed her words.

In order to show off its elegant style, Hongshang did not prepare a soft couch for the guests to rest on, but it would not be easy for the guests to bring their own chairs, right?

For a moment, the only sound left on the second floor was the rustling sound of Xiaobai pacing.

There were more than a dozen glazed cabinets walking back and forth. Just when Bai Muxi was about to raise her finger to point to a black skirt with red edges and embroidered with white silk patterns, her beautiful eyes suddenly looked at the door leading to the third floor from the second floor. Staircase.

"clatter"

"clatter"

"clatter"

The next moment, three footsteps stepped down from it.

Raising an eyebrow, Xu Yuanhou looked back knowingly.

At first glance,

He saw an acquaintance.

The shopkeeper of Hongshang is a woman who still has charm.

In my memory, this woman has always adhered to the concept of buying if she likes it, and leaving if she doesn't, and she always treats guests with a bad face.

certainly,

If you put a knife to her neck, she will immediately perform a sliding kneeling performance for you.

Thinking about the interesting incident when he taught this woman a lesson, Xu Yuan was suddenly surprised to find that this charming mature woman was leading the way for the two people behind her with a smile on her face.

It seems that the two people at the back have quite high status.

Xu Yuan thought in his mind, but didn't pay much attention to it. He continued to wait for Xiaobai to choose clothes with his legs crossed.

As the heart of Great Yan, Di'an City has many noble people who can make this mature woman fall to her knees.

"clatter"

"clatter"

As he walked downstairs, the lower bodies of the two people behind the mature woman soon came into Xu Yuan's field of vision. Judging from the clothes, they were a man and a woman.

The man was wearing a tight-fitting attire and looked very burly.

The woman is wearing a sky blue and light blue palace skirt, exuding tenderness like water.

Looks like a pair of wall men.

However, after the two chests came into view, Xu Yuan raised his eyebrows unconsciously.

Not a woman, but a man.

He saw a clan pattern on the man's attire.

Wuchenghou Mansion.

At this time, the man's calm and smiling voice came over:

"Zhiyun, I am afraid that in a few days, I will go north to find my father and Qingyan. This Tianqingliu Fairy Dress is a birthday gift for you."

Halfway through his words, he suddenly paused.

The man's heroic eyes swept to the second floor, stopped for a moment on Bai Muxi, and finally fell on Xu Yuan.

He realized that this man who was in harmony seemed to be the owner of these two people.

Eye to eye,

Xu Yuan was still leaning on the wooden chair, crossing his legs with no intention of putting them down. He held his chin and stared at the three people walking down the stairs with thoughtful eyes.

He...has so many old acquaintances in Di'an City.