She pulled the slightly frizzy bun on her head, and her cute face fell down. She was very uncomfortable now! Who knew that a woman's desire to go shopping could be so strong? It was obviously a big circle.

, and "dropped in" to Anping Street to buy clothes?!

It’s true that she is a woman, at least she could be considered a woman in her previous life. Unfortunately, the things in the closet are always the same as in the world in which she lives. Everything is dark. If you have time to go shopping and look at clothes, you might as well think more about how to avoid the next assassination.

, or carry out the next assassination...

Pingxiafang is different from ordinary shops, but a large three-story hollow surround. Each piece of clothing is hung with a specific bracket to avoid unnecessary and ugly wrinkles. Rows, rows, neat and orderly

It is not only convenient for guests to choose and watch, but also makes great use of space. There are six side windows all around, which are ventilated and breathable. Because the angle is very good, there is plenty of light and the sun will not shine directly in.

The prices are also from low to high, with the first floor being the cheapest and the third floor naturally being the most expensive. The location where Xiang Xue is now happens to be a private room on the third floor, which is reserved for certain guests with unusual identities.

Such a layout is common in modern clothing stores, but ancient people could have such advanced ideas. It seems that the owner of this shop is really not simple. Xiang Xue walked to a few clothes thoughtfully, picked them up and detailed them.

Looking through it carefully, the style is indeed novel and unique. No wonder the business has reached this level. It’s just that the treatment of the collar and cuffs, the more I look at it, the more familiar it becomes...[

Not deliberately admiring clothes does not mean that she has no taste. As the head of the Yu family, she naturally needs to attend countless banquets, and during the banquet, no matter how the style of the evening dress changes, some substantive things will not change. For example...

Her shiny fingers traced the beautiful lace on the skirt, picking up a few smooth tassels, and raised the corners of her lips. She must have been thinking too much...

"Xiang Xue, Xiang Xue." A thin voice sounded from the side.

Turning around, he found that the three aunts and six wives had finished shopping. Looking at the trophies casually, Xiang Xue was still ashamed, the poor slaves...

"Because I didn't know what style the third lady liked, I just picked one at random." Mrs. Qi motioned to the servant to hand over a wrapped folding skirt, with a barely detectable disdain and contempt at the end of her voice.

Xiang Xue raised his eyebrows, keenly feeling the other party's displeasure. He pulled out a cute smile on his soft lips and thanked her twice, but he felt extremely unhappy in his heart.

Before leaving, Xiang Xue suddenly grabbed the shopkeeper's clothes and asked innocently: "Does this shop belong to the shopkeeper?"

The old shopkeeper didn't take this little girl seriously at first. With her sharp eyes, she could not see that Xiang Xue's status in Jingxi Palace was very low. But when she was asked this question, she was stunned: "This, this shop

I’m just a small acting head in charge..."

"Oh." The little girl nodded, grinned, and showed cute dimples on her cheeks: "It's nothing, I just think the clothes look familiar, as if I've seen them somewhere..."

Before the old shopkeeper could say anything, Xiang Xue was stared at several times from all directions. If he said he looked familiar, wouldn't it mean that Pingxiafang had copied someone else?
Chapter completed!