shirt.

Ji Zheng just glanced at it and wanted to close the fan and put it aside.

"Wait!" Ming Ci grabbed his wrist suddenly, "How much of this set has been sold, and how much is left, is it too late to suspend shipments across the board?"

Chang Qing made a rough estimate in her mind, "There shouldn't be much left. This set is the most ordered by the sons and brothers in the capital. The bamboo fan paintings are mostly made by court painters to design calligraphy and paintings, and then ask folk painters to look at them and copy them. It's not worth much, but It's a bonus accessory, it's said that it was the wrong pair..." She shook her head slightly, "I've never seen such a fan before, it doesn't look like it was produced by our textile shop."

"Well, I get it." Ming Ciyue's tone calmed down, "Speak the worst scenario, will the sage listen to it?"

Ji Zheng hasn't reacted yet, and looks at him sideways, "Huh?"

Ming Ciyue's sword tip pierced the bag that was also a gift. The bag was bulging, rolled to the ground, and sprinkled two straw puppets that were hugged together. The puppets were close to each other, and two slips of paper were exposed behind them. The names and two birthday characters were written on the slips.

Chang Qing knelt on the ground, saw it clearly, screamed in astonishment, trembling and kowtowed.

"On the screen, it's us."

"It may have spread, don't be afraid, the minister will..."

Ji Zheng's hand that was clenched by him under the table suddenly pulled back and hid behind his wide sleeves.

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