"In this way, the two slaves and maids will do as the young lady says."

Su Yueming nodded and said, "Okay, from now on, you must always pay attention to my words and deeds when stepping on the snow, and imitate them, so as not to be easily recognized when the time comes." She explained the details one by one, and the two maids were clever enough to quickly grasp her intentions.

It's the day.

Su Yueming asked Taxue and Qingchen to find a good black cloth for her, and then found a needle and thread.

She held the scissors, and while thinking about it, she cut the pattern, and she looked very serious.

When he saw it, he couldn't help but ask-

"Judging from the fabric and style of this robe, it seems to be a man's, is Miss going to make clothes for the prince?"

Su Yueming put down the scissors in his hand, lifted the piece of fabric that cut haode, gestured up and down, left and right, and said, "Yes." ”

"The prince is here......" As he was speaking, Qingchen outside the door shouted.

When Su Yueming heard this, he was stunned in his hand, and hurriedly put down the scissors, hurriedly put away the needle and thread and fabric, and hurriedly ordered:

"Hurry up, step through the snow, hide all these things, and don't let him see them."

Taxue thought that Su Yueming was going to keep it to surprise Murong Canghai, so she hurriedly helped clean it up.

"Haha......" Outside the door, there was Murong Canghai's hearty daxiao voice, and Su Yuemingchao looked outside-

I saw that Murong Canghai walked in with a majestic look surrounded by all the soldiers, his face was arrogant, he had a domineering and invincible arrogance, such a man, any woman would fall in love at first sight, even Su Yueming had to admit that he was good-looking, so he looked like he came out of an ink painting.

It was too late to hide the things, Su Yueming ran behind the screen with him in his arms, who expected Murong Canghai to have long hands and feet, strode in, stretched out his hand and grabbed her, and asked next to his ear-

"What did you do, you have to run away in such a hurry?"

Su Yueming's body tightened, jumped out of his hand, clutched the fabric in his hand, and said, "It's nothing, it's just that I'm just about to leave, and I didn't know you were coming." ”

"What is this?" His eyes fell on the fabric in her arms and he asked.

"It'......" she began, not knowing how to answer.

"This is the robe that the young lady wants to sew for the prince herself." Taxue hurriedly said.

"Really?" When Murong Canghai heard this, he immediately looked excited, and happily grabbed the fabric out of her hand like a child.

An uncomfortable expression flashed on Su Yueming's face, but her hand only grabbed the corner of the fabric, and she said, "It's not done yet." ”

"So you're admitting that it was done for me?" Murong Canghai draped the fabric that had just been cut and had not even been sewn on his body, looked at the bronze mirror, and said to the minions, "Look, it's just right." ”

When Su Yueming heard this, she couldn't help but laugh, and said, "It's still a few pieces of bits and pieces of fabric, and they haven't been cut neatly, so you just say it's just right, where did it come from." ”

"I think it's just right." The king of the North Courtyard, who has always been as cold and elusive as an evil demon, actually behaved like a child who had received a beloved gift at this moment, and the minions in the room were all shocked in their hearts.