Since returning from the capital city, Gillian has indeed devoted herself to opening a shop to make money. It seems that she hasn't thought of seducing the official for a long time.

Now that business has improved, even if the dream of making a fortune is still far away, and if you can make a little money, the pressure on Jiao Gillian is much lighter.

Ajiao took out the black silk that he bought for the official a month ago. After finishing the small needlework that the shop had to use for two hours every day, Ajiao took the time to make the official robe. She sewed it carefully during the day, and would rather do the work slowly, and then hid the things in Mrs. Zhao's house before the official came back, and gave the official a surprise when he kept the brocade robe.

Gillian made a robe for the official before, but it was a cloth robbery, and this time it was a good silk material, so he naturally used more thoughts.

I have been busy for a month, and in a blink of an eye it is the twenty-year-old winter moon.

Gillian's shop has been open for a month. In the evening, Guo Quan and Cui Niang came back. Gillian sat in front of the table in the main hall with the account book. Old Mrs. Zhao sat opposite her. Guo Quan and Cui Niang finished today's account and watched Gillian who was settled with concentration.

I have to settle the wages today.

Gillian sometimes keeps accounts and makes abacus. Finally, she calculated the cost. This month, she sold a total of six cents of silver for sewing and rouge, and made a total of one or two cents of silver. The sewing and rouge was sold for a total of one or two cents. The sewing and rouge was sold for quite a while. As for rouge, it rained five days this month and didn’t set up a stall. On average, only one box of rouge was sold every day.

The Rouge was not very satisfactory, but it was only one month since it opened and Gillian was very satisfied with the fact that she could sell twenty-five boxes of Gillian.

After the calculations were settled, Ajiao gave Guo Xing, Cui Niang and Old Lady Zhao a salary of 110 cents, and she had nearly eight cents of silver left. Even if she had the current sales volume a year and twelve months, Gillian could earn eight or nine taels of silver a year, which was equivalent to the income of the villagers who planted seven or eight acres of fertile land.

Seeing Gillian put most of the copper coins into her piggy bank and carried them to the east room, Old Mrs. Zhao was so greedy that she had known she could make money, she should have ruthlessly snatched the rouge business.

Guo Xing and Cui Niang received the wages and happily returned to the recessed room.

Old Mrs. Zhao went to the kitchen to bring her and Gillian's supper. Today, her grandson was on holiday, but Gao Jingcheng, who was from the yamen house, got married and invited her grandson to have a wedding banquet. I don't know when he would come back.

"Has the official robe been prepared?" During the meal, Mrs. Zhao asked Gillian.

Gillian smiled and said, "Okay, let him try it when the official comes back later."

Old Mrs. Zhao felt sad that Jiao made a lot of money and couldn't help but sting her: "Making money is making money, you can't put your mind outside every day. Look at you, you married on the eighth day of the September 19th. It's almost three months since you can't get your family back with the official. If it's been reported, others will laugh at the official. Wouldn't you laugh at you?"

Gillian lowered her head and drank porridge slowly.

When Mrs. Zhao met, she knew that the problem was mainly on her grandson's side. After thinking about it, she gave Ajiao advice and said, "He is just a piece of wood. It may not be that easy to complete the house in a short while. Try to let him hug you, hold his hands and kiss your mouth, etc. When he tastes the sweetness, he will think about it yourself."

Gillian looked at her hand. Did she pull her little hand or did the official pull her on her own initiative? She hugged her and kissed her. What should I do?

No, the official also hugged her. On the way to Fucheng, an old lady stopped the car. The carriage was parked too quickly. She rolled off the couch and was hugged by the official. Unfortunately, she hugged her for too short time, so Gillian was put on the couch by the official before she could react.

If you are familiar with each other, then let the official hold her again?

After a meal, Gillian silently set her goal for tonight.

The men went to have a wedding banquet, and it was too late to finish the show. Old Mrs. Zhao went to bed first. Gillian lit the oil lamp and sat at the desk, thinking about the new embroidery while waiting for the official.

Zhao Yanping came back before the curfew. He did not ride a horse. Seeing Guo Xing come out of the downward room, Zhao Yanping waved his hand and said, "Go to sleep."

As he said that, he closed the door and walked inside.

When Gillian heard the sound, she put down the drawing paper and walked out quickly.

Half a bright moon hangs in the sky. Gillian opened the door of the main hall and saw the tall figure walking to the kitchen.

A Jiao rushed over and stopped him and said, "Your Majesty, please wait in the house, I'll get you water."

Zhao Yanping was drunk a lot, smelling of alcohol. Looking at the delicate little woman in front of him, who was determined to serve him, Zhao Yanping said nothing and turned around and went to the house. It was almost the twelfth lunar month, and the weather was cold and the place where Zhao Yanping wiped was replaced by the house.

There was hot water in the pot and it was still hot. Jiao scooped half a basin of hot water, then scooped cold water from the tank and mixed it, and then took a 70-cent full washbasin to the east house.

Zhao Yanping had already taken off his outer robe covered with wine, revealing the thick middle robe inside.

Gillian put the face washing plate on the washing rack and lowered her face and said, "Officials wash first. My embroidery has not been finished yet, so it will take more than a minute."

After saying that, Gillian walked to the desk, lowered her head and continued to draw embroidery patterns.

A dim oil lamp was lit on the desk to illuminate her beautiful face. Zhao Yanping looked at her, then at the washbasin in front of her, and whispered: "Change your seat and sit with your back to me."

Gillian's face heated up, changed the drawing paper in a different direction, then moved the chair to the north side of the desk, facing the window.

It was time to sit down, and Gillian couldn't stand the face. She deliberately waited for him to put on a new robe for him with her own hands, so she didn't want to peep at him.

Gillian couldn't help but mutter, "Even if I sit in the same place, I won't peek at the official. The official is too careful."

Zhao Yanping was untiing his clothes, and also turned his back to her. When he heard the shy and resentful gentle whisper, Zhao Yanping paused, then continued to wear a wide dress, and finally only had a pair of knee-length shorts left. He threw the towel into the water, twisted it half dry, closed his eyes, and began to wipe it from top to bottom.

Gillian didn't have the energy to concentrate on drawing. Listening to the sound of wet wipes sliding along the official's strong body, Gillian's heartbeats quickly, her voice dries, and her whole body is inexplicably weak and hot.

After Zhao Yanping wiped his chest, arms and legs, he looked back and saw Ah Jiao sitting honestly with her back to him, he emphasized again: "Don't look back."

Gillian simply covered her eyes and lay on the table.

Zhao Yanping put on a clean middle robe. The long hem of the clothes was blocking her knees. Even if she turned around, she couldn't see anything. Zhao Yanping quickly took off the pants and continued to wipe them. The dim light was blocked by his burly figure. Despite this, Zhao Yanping still saw his situation clearly, arrogant and domineering, as if he was eager to overcome all obstacles and gallop across the battlefield.

Zhao Yan turned his eyes away, changed into a new pair of mid-trousers, and then sat down beside the bed to wash his feet.

Gillian was still lying on the table. Zhao Yanping looked at her slender back and didn't say anything to let her sit down.

After washing his feet, Zhao Yanping went out to splash water.

Gillian finally sat up, her face blushed, all of which were caused by the official's order, as if she would peek at him if he didn't say it.

Gillian was guilty, she did have done peeking things.

But Ah Jiao was also very reasonable. The official had promised to raise her for the rest of her life. After finding her sister, she would be her real concubine. Then the official was her man. What was wrong with her man?

Gillian patted her face, put away the paper she was doing, and took out the new clothes hidden in the cage.

Gillian thought the official would come back soon, but unexpectedly, she waited for more than a minute.

Zhao Yanping came in again and saw Jiao sitting by the bed holding something. He frowned slightly and asked while closing the door, "Why haven't you been sleeping yet?"

Gillian stood up with her robe and smiled, "When I was pulling satin for the old lady, I bought a piece of satin for the official, and kept it for the new clothes for the New Year. Today, I finally made it. I'll try it. What's wrong with me? I'll change it tomorrow."

Zhao Yanping suddenly understood why she went to bed late.

He walked over and wanted to take the robe from Gillian.

Gillian avoided his hand and walked around behind him: "I'll serve the official to wear it."

Zhao Yanping was silent for a moment, with his back to her and his arms widened.

Gillian spread her sleeves and let him put it in. Zhao Yanping shook her up gently, and her robe was put on his broad shoulders.

Gillian walked back to him, but Zhao Yanping walked away a few steps and tied himself up.

Gillian bit her lip and handed him the belt.

Zhao Yanping skillfully tied it up and put it on. The black satin dangled smoothly, and only tied it tightly around his waist, outlining his tall and straight heroic posture. His back was already so heroic, and Gillian walked up to him nervously.

Zhao Yan's thin lips were pursed, as if he was impatient, and his face was still the same cold face, but this black satin robe made him even more majestic, as if he was no longer a small captain in the county yamen, but an official who was bigger than the magistrate and the prefecture, and his authority was so powerful that it was hard to look at him.

Gillian looked at it and didn't dare to look at it anymore. She said without looking at it: "Your Majesty, go and look in the mirror. I think it's quite suitable."

Zhao Yanping didn't go, so he took off his robe and said expressionlessly: "People, wearing this kind of satin is too ostentatious, so there is no need to buy it again in the future."

Gillian glanced at him and said aggrievedly: "I embroidered it for a month, don't the official like it?"

Zhao Yanping threw the robe to her and said, "I am more used to wearing common clothes."

Gillian picked up her robe and pouted her pink lips. If she had known this, she would not have done it.

Putting his robe into the cage, Gillian climbed onto the bed and lay angrily inside.

She forgot to take the bed and took it out. Zhao Yanping went to the closet and knelt on the bed on one knee, first hanging the small hook on the side of the bed.

The candlelight cast his figure on the bed. Gillian looked at the moving shadow and suddenly remembered something, and was angry and forgot to seduce the official to hug her!

They are all lying down, how can they hug them?

Zhao Yanping hung this end and then hung the other end.

Gillian looked at his shadow and became wise in a hurry. Suddenly, she let out a "ah" and sucked in pain.

Zhao Yan shook his hand, and there was no place to hang the bed, and looked at her: "What's wrong?"

Gillian pulled open the quilt on her lower body, stretched her left leg straight, and bent her right leg, and said uncomfortable: "The leg is cramped, it hurts so much..."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yanping immediately looked at her leg: "Which one?"

Gillian pointed to the one on the right.

Zhao Yanping decisively held up her calves with his left hand, grabbed her toes with his right hand and pressed them upwards.

Gillian was wearing mid-trousers, but her feet were not wearing socks. When he grabbed his round and slightly cool toes, Gillian felt her whole body tremble, but the next moment, her toes were about to hurt as if they were broken!

Now Ah Jiao really hurts. She pillowed on her pillow and looked at him with a faint look, and said anxiously: "Okay OK, okay, let me go!"

She shouted so urgently, as if she was suffering some torture, and Zhao Yanping let go of her hand in confusion.

Gillian climbed up, sat with her legs bent, and lowered her head to check the condition of her right foot.

Zhao Yanping couldn't help but look over, and saw a pair of beautiful white feet as white as jade under the loose mid-trousers. There was nothing unusual about the left foot, and the five round toes on the right foot turned pink, which was broken red by him.

It hurts really, Gillian raised her head and looked at him with accusation, tears rolling inside.

Zhao Yanping vaguely felt that she was not crying because of cramps, but because she was shaking by her toes.

He lowered his eyes and explained, "This is how to resolve leg cramps, but I'm using my strength, sorry."

In addition to pain, Gillian felt more wronged.

"Does the official really don't like that robe?" Gillian asked sadly.

Zhao Yanping raised his head unexpectedly and saw two bean-sized tears rolling from her eyes and dripping onto her clothes. A pair fell down, and new ones surged up again.

So she cried because he didn't allow her to make a robe again?

Zhao Yanping pursed his lips and looked at the little hand she placed on one side and said, "It's not that I don't like it, it's because I don't want you to work too hard."
Chapter completed!