The Princess Consort Has A Lethal Destiny

A group of ghostly excited chatter kept talking.

"Is this really what you said to us?! My God, the owner of this shop is a master?! Then can I let my daughter-in-law remarry sooner?"

"What's the benefit of your daughter-in-law's remarriage? Are you stupid?!"

"You don't understand, my mother will spar with others, it's too hard to stick to me." The man said sadly.

The others also looked at the shop in a complicated way.

Xie Qiao buried his head in drawing talismans.

Since you want to do business, you have to have something to sell. You need to prepare more. There are enough materials here, and you don’t have to run back and forth.

Ping An amulet is the basic model, and the partial wealth and wealth-promoting amulet should belong to the explosive model. You need to prepare more. You must also have the peach blossom amulet, the career amulet, the Wenchang amulet, and the childbirth amulet.

These are for the living.

The dead want more.

Those little wooden figures she carved still have a little stock. After they open, they should be able to sell them, right?

It's a pity that she still has to go to school at a young age, otherwise the time will be more abundant, and the store will not be out of stock.

Xie Qiao sighed.

With a body like hers, she has to work so hard, it's not easy to live.

After drawing for an hour, his hands were sore, but looking at the thick stack of talisman paper in front of him, Xie Qiao let out a sigh of relief.

When she came, there was only one gatekeeper in the shop, who was still dumb, and only let her in after seeing the letter.

Also need a treasurer.

The younger brother said that before the opening, he will choose a good person to send it over. I hope... the person he chooses is bold.

Xie Qiao was thinking, someone came in outside the door.

After the man stepped into the door, he was startled when he saw someone in the shop, and then asked tentatively, "But the owner?"

Xie Qiao raised his eyes and looked: "Is it the shopkeeper sent by Junior Brother Xiao?"

The man was very surprised when he heard it, and said quickly, "It's the villain, the villain Changtong has seen the owner!"

The man was very straightforward and immediately knelt down.

Such a polite appearance made Xie Qiao a little unaccustomed to: "Please, my business is quite special. I don't know if you are willing to do it."

"Naturally willing, Master Xiao has already told the villain, saying that the owner's shop sells almost the same things as the coffin shop, and the villain doesn't have so many taboos, so he can come." Chang Tong said quickly, showing that he is a able.

Xie Qiao nodded, "That's good."

Chang Tong was actually very surprised. Master Xiao chose him out of thousands of choices, saying that this shop was given to his senior sister, so he could take good care of him.

He thought that Master Xiao's senior sister should be a woman in her 30s and 50s. He didn't expect to hear the voice, and she was so young. It seemed that she was really an expert with immortal style, and she must have the skills to keep her face!

Xie Qiao still had a hood on his head.

Chang Tong stepped forward and handed a box, which contained the title deed of the house, all in her real name.

But in fact……

She had never seen that junior brother.

When she was three or four years old, an old master came to the Taoist temple. The old master was very talented. Seeing her young and in poor health, she was willing to study hard, and she immediately gave birth to the heart of cherishing talents.

The master seemed to be a little unhappy. After living in the Taoist temple for two years, he also taught him hand-to-hand for two years. Even if he stopped staying in the Taoist temple later, he would still come to cultivate for a few days every two years.

After her, the old master accepted several more apprentices.

But she is still a big sister...

Xie Qiao really wanted to be a little junior sister.

But the old master said that the first one to enter the school and the first to be a teacher is the boss. Others, no matter how old they are, they have to be in the back row.