"Tell me, why are you looking for so many cloths?"

Turning over the cloth on the table, Sikong asked with doubts, these all-seven satin, all kinds of color weaving, even if you want to do clothes, you can't use so much?

"make clothes."

In the next second, Ling Jingxuan gave him the answer with a smile, and both hands rummaged through the cloth mountain. Finally, he picked up a crimson fabric and looked at it. Compared with it, he nodded and turned a darker color. The two pieces of cloth don't look so good, there are only two words, happy!

"You don't want to make a set of clothes for Princess Shangming Chang to give a gift?"

To make clothes, it is also to pick the festive red that is suitable for the elderly. It is difficult for him to think of this. It’s just that the birthday of Shang Ming’s princess is sixty, and the prince’s prince’s palace only sends a set of clothes. Would it be too shabby? In general, on the occasion, everything that everyone sends is worth the price, and it’s a bit embarrassing to just send clothes.

"Oh... clothes can also send new tricks."

At first glance, he took out his thoughts. Ling Jingxuan did not give him a slow explanation. He turned back and said to a prostitute: "Go and get me some Xuan paper."

"Yes"

After the prostitute left, Ling Jingxuan also turned out a piece of white cloth with dark flowers: "Shui Linger, remember how the children's backpacks do?"

When the children went to Chu Yunhan's book to read the book last year, Shui Linger gave them the same. The two buns are exactly the same cartoon pig bag. The iron doll is a duckling. This white one can be a little white rabbit. Give it to Shang Qing, go out, or carry a backpack for a little convenience. As for their small group, later, if you do it for him now, he is forced to use the bag as a pillow.

"Well, the backpacks of the children are hanging in their rooms. Will Wang Hao plan to give them one more?"

The few backpacks can be said to be the cutest of the things he did. No one, the embarrassing piglets and the little ducklings are very interesting. The children are very cute, but they are at home. After studying, there is no chance to carry it back. Going to the school is a unified messenger bag. The children of the world love to cherish things. Until now, the backpacks are still brand new.

"Oh... Just give Shang Qing a good one. This time, I will be a bunny. I will draw a sketch for you later. You can do it as you like."

Child, it’s still cute, I don’t know why, Shang Qing’s feeling is that he is a cute little white rabbit.

"it is good."

Song Shuiling smiled sweetly, and the prostitute also took the rice paper out. Ling Jingxuan took out the homemade charcoal pen that he carried with him from the sleeve. He buried it on the rice paper. The first is the pattern of the backpack. The rabbit’s ear is very beautiful. Long, but the four legs are relatively short, the appearance is cute and lovely, and Sikong’s eyes are bright. I didn’t wait for him to hand over to Shui Linger to rob the past: “A cute little rabbit, Jing Xuan, what is this painting? ”

Seeing the habit of ink painting, the trade rushed to see this slightly exaggerated cartoon style, Si Kong's tone of voice can only be described as a surprise.

"I don't know, I always painted like this anyway."

Shrugging, Ling Jingxuan did not satisfy his curiosity, buried and painted again, this time is a set of clothes, a set of clothes similar to the Qing Dynasty costumes, two-piece, the upper body a total of two pieces, one is Lining, small cuffs, a jacket with a flared outside, round neck, big placket, collar, sleeves and placket edges, all decorated with wide lace, Ling Jingxuan's choice of clothing pattern is Xiangyun Peony with Cai Feng, Peony The color is as pure and elegant as possible, the color changes are wonderful, and it has the characteristics of traditional landscape painting, while the color of the color phoenix is ​​relatively strong. It has both national style and period characteristics, plus the crimson fabric he chose. It will undoubtedly be more festive. Because it is winter, the lining of the small cuffs is especially designed with a thin layer of down, even if it is a little older, the long-lasting princess who can’t stand the cold will not wear it. Cold, the jacket is nothing, just choose the double-layer fabric, so that it is warm and elegant, the following is the same, the same wide-patterned long skirt, with the same color in the inside, only embroidered on the trousers Trousers down, this way, warm aspect is not a problem.

"Wang Hao, this dress is so beautiful, it is even more beautiful than the clothes you designed before."

A total of four or five drawings, each with a detailed description of the details of the embroidered color matching lining material, Song Shuiling exaggerated micro-small mouth, formerly in Lingjia Village, because her embroidery work is good, no matter In the early stage, the samples of various clothes were still in mass production in the factory. She basically participated in it. This is the first time he saw Ling Jingxuan draw a whole set of clothes. Even if he hasn't made it yet, he can imagine the beauty of the clothes.

"This kind of clothes is only suitable for people who are as noble as the aunts of the emperor. Most people don't have to work when they wear them. Right, I will draw your clothes together, and later you go to the warehouse to choose a good quality." Cloth is made of clothes, the color is big and big, the second-class steamed bread and the second-class steamed bread are best unified, and then the analogy is pushed down. If the fabric of the warehouse is not enough, let Zhu Guan go to the outside of Bu Zhuang to buy."

Said, Ling Jingxuan buried the first painting, not long after, the two are also with a special pattern of Hanfu jump, one is autumn and winter, one is spring and summer, from inside to All of them are used outside. Hanfu is similar to the clothes of this era. The difference is that people in this era like to wear close-up brocade, and then cover a tulle jacket of different colors. It looks good and right. There is no change. It seems that every piece is the same, but the color material is different. Of course, this is the dress of the wealthy people. Generally, the housekeepers are mostly rags, and the Hans are elegant and elegant. The shoulders and waists are tight, and different combinations and patterns can change different styles. They are the most suitable for Lingyun. Girls are always good and beautiful. If you can’t marry in the future, you can’t Kill him?

"This?? Wang Hao, is it not appropriate for slaves to wear this kind of clothes?"

Looking at the notes of the material next to him and the beautiful style of the clothes, Lingyun can't help but hesitate. They are the next ones. These clothes can catch up with the ladies. Let them wear them. Others will look at the palace? Some people who are born with red eyes may still say that Wang Hao is deliberately humiliating them? However, the clothes are really beautiful.

"Is it appropriate to be inappropriate? Every year I will let you change the different patterns to wear. Others love to talk about it. Do they still say less? If you have Lingyun, you like to wear it, and, The color is brighter, the 14th Five-year-old girl, don’t always wear the color of gray, I am not your former master, the palace is not your former home, you can dress yourself up, as long as you don’t delay the business. Just fine."

Ling Jingxuan’s domineering eyebrows, some things he doesn’t say don’t mean he doesn’t know, Lingyun is very beautiful, it’s the kind of beauty that is also very eye-catching, he will be sold because some people should not start. The mind is so that she rarely dresses herself, and the clothes are also trying to pick the inconspicuous color, and she is more rigorous. Only when she is fifteen, she looks as old as she is 18 or nine. She should also It is time to change, and returning home has long been extinct, and she should not live in the shadow they have caused her.

"Well, Wang Hao."

Lingyun couldn't help but choke, but Wang Hao was not high-minded. She hurriedly bowed her head and always lived cautiously, fearing that her appearance would once again attract bad luck. Even if she knew that the masters were not such people, she was also subconscious. The turtle is shrinking, she likes this house too much, she doesn't want to leave here anyway.

"Great, this dress is definitely very good to wear, Wang Hao, then go to get the embroidered room? It seems to be put on."

Although Song Shuiling did not have Lingyun steady, she was not stupid. She glanced at the situation of Lingyun. Song Shuiling flashed in front of him, slightly charming and charming to Ling Jingxuan.

"You, your clothes are late, and the clothes of the aunt's aunt must be rushed out before tomorrow night. There are the size of the aunt and my mother who I want with Xiaoliu. Shui Linger, you are going to stare at the embroidered house these two days. If you don't finish it, you won't be able to come back. There is still a bag of Shang Qing, and you have to get out before tomorrow night."

With Ling Jingxuan’s savvy, will she not see her purpose? At first he didn't think about it, but he couldn't bear her to continue to shrink, so he was happy to go down the course, but halfway through, Ling Jingxuan's look suddenly became serious, playing and playing, he could not allow They are delaying his business, and the day after tomorrow is the birthday of the Princess, and if the clothes can't be done, they are really shameful.

"Yes!"

Song Shuiling did not dare to be naughty again. After a respectful response, she picked up the pattern and recruited two maids to help her pick up the cloth selected by Ling Jingxuan. She turned back and said to Lingyun: "Cloud sister, the kitchen in two days is troublesome. Look after you, Shui Linger will come back soon."

"Well, let's go, let the embroidered mothers do it and give it to the embroidered mother. Don't do it all by yourself, and hurt your eyes carefully."

After a short period of calm, Ling Yun's mood has also stabilized. They have always been in love with their sisters. This time the task is a little anxious. As a sister, she will inevitably have some distressed and naughty cute sister.

"Hey! Cloud sister doesn't have to worry, Wang Hao, then I will go first."

After all, Song Shuiling left with the maids, and did not wait for Ling Jingxuan to order, Lingyun took the initiative to recruit a few maids to move the cloth on the table, and let people send hot tea: "The master, you will bring Ling County the next day." Does the king go together? Is the milk lady going to follow?"

"Well, the milkmaid doesn't have to go. The child is almost five months old. You can eat some rice noodles and porridge. When you bring a pot of fresh milk, the milkmaid will take this opportunity to go home and see."

The day after tomorrow, he only planned to bring Long Zhang, Ling Yun and Shui Linger. The children must bring their book children, and other people would not need it. They went to Heshou, not to Xianwei. If he can, he does not want to attract the attention of others. The Princess of the Long Princess is no more than the other. He is not willing to splash blood on that day. Of course, the bickering is definitely inevitable. The nobles are not able to look down on him, so good. Opportunities gathered together, they did not change the stimuli of the party and humiliated him. "We thank you Wang Hao."

With the Zhang Zhang with the child's milky mother heard the respectful respect, the small county king's food is very large, Wang Hao only chose her a milkmaid, so that she has not returned home since she came to the palace from the milk house. Originally, I still want to say that I will mention it with Ling Guan at the end of the month. I didn’t expect Wang Hao to help her arrange it.

"Well, hey, go to Falling Rain to see the kids."

Nodded, Ling Jingxuan said, he stood up. In addition to the children, he also worried about the black injury. The child has never been hurt since he was a child. The naughty man can only lie on the tatami in the past few days. Is it broken?

Thinking about this, Ling Jingxuan's face showed a touch of petite and helpless smile, and the movements under his feet also accelerated a lot.