"This..." It turns out that Xiuxiu doesn't know what it means!

Xia Ziluo immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

However, when she saw Xiuxiu's open-minded gaze seeking knowledge, she scratched her head a little crazy: "That's... Anyway, there is something that is not satisfied, so she is angry. This is not a good thing, don't say it again in the future."

"Why is this ah... Xiuxiu knows." Xiuxiu believed it and hurriedly made a silence.

Xia Ziluo couldn't help laughing out loud when she looked at Xiuxiu's innocent appearance.

It seems that my bad mood has improved because of Xiuxiu's appearance.

"Xiuxiu, don't mention the four words Murong Xitian to me in the future, the prince can't do it either." Xia Ziluo picked up his favorite milk tea and took a sip.

The scent of milk immediately licked from his mouth to his heart, and Xia Ziluo stretched his eyebrows comfortably.

"Well, Xiuxiu has written it down." Xiuxiu nodded vigorously, but she was puzzled and wanted to not mention the prince. So what should I use instead?

Buns, steamed buns, her eyes on Xia Ziluo's favorite milk tea.

The princess likes to drink milk tea the most, and she seems to care about the prince very much, so she will use milk tea to replace the prince in the future.

"Princess, the princesses seem to be looking for the princess." Xiuxiu put away the empty cup and the remaining pastry plate.

Xia Ziluo slapped his forehead and said, "Yes, why did I forget this? I didn't stay with the children yesterday. I must compensate them today."

As she said that, she strode out of Luhaoju and headed straight for the children's residence.

In the evening, clouds began to climb from under the horizon, like cotton wool, layer by layer, and like fish scales, piece by piece.

As soon as Xia Ziluo returned to the room and sat down and rubbed his sore and painful legs, Xiuxiu happily pushed the door and walked in: "Princess, the prime minister has brought a lot of things to the princess." As she said that, she let go and immediately a servant walked in with a big red wooden box.

One, two...a whole five boxes occupy one third of the room.

"Where should I put so many things?" Xia Ziluo asked Xiuxiu to close the door after the servant left.

She looked down at the three-layer thick golden ingots under her feet, and then sent the ingots, and the ground in her room would be as high as the bed.

Xiuxiu had already opened the box, then glared inside and exclaimed: "Princess, it's not gold, it's cloth."

"Cloth?" Xia Ziluo came over curiously and looked at it. His eyes immediately brightened and he hurriedly took out the cloth from the box.

This kind of cloth does not look like it was produced by the Jinxiu Dynasty.

Xia Ziluo suddenly thought that when he returned to Xia Mansion today, Xia Qingtian said that he would give her Persian specialties.

From this point of view, these cloths should be the case. Persian clothes have very national characteristics and are very different from theirs. The most important thing is that this kind of cloth is very rare and can definitely be used to make a lot of money by making some special clothing.

But in a blink of an eye, Xia Ziluo became wilted again.

The fabric that Xia Qingtian gave her was probably a tribute or something, and there would be no one in the capital. She picked up the clothes to sell them, and didn’t she tell Xia Qingtian that she was Luo Tian without asking for advice?

"Princess, don't you like it?" Xiuxiu looked at Xia Ziluo's face turning from a smile to a frown.

"Not anymore." Xia Ziluo saw Xiuxiu staring at one of the cloths made of three colors, and reached out to touch Xiuxiu's head, "It's very beautiful, why don't you like it? Xiuxiu likes it too. I'll give you this cloth to you, and I'll make two new clothes. The rest will be made for Chuchu, or your mother, or sister."
Chapter completed!