Chapter Thirty-Eight: Master Lai Bed Can't Afford to Hurt
I saw that Fan Dudu's small body trembled, raised his head, and said to me pitifully: "No, no, Dudu is not here today to send clothes to the master, Dudu is here to send clothes to the uncle." ”
Uncle, where is there another uncle who is snatching clothes from me? I wondered in my heart what kind of sacredness he was talking about as Uncle Shi. After thinking about it, I found that the master was removed from the Qingluan Palace, and the only person left was me, the little uncle who had not received the palace clothes. Come to think of it, the uncle Dudu said should be very likely to be despising me.
"Is it me?" I asked him as I pointed to myself.
"Well, it's Uncle Junior." Fan Dudu nodded at me with a cautious face.
This, this, this, this also made the fish happy.
I reached out and snatched the clothes from his hand, hugged them tightly in my arms, lowered my head and opened my sleeves to take a look, not bad, gold thread hook flower, silver wire painted bottom, but the embroidered pattern was unexpectedly a carp, as cute and charming as my original form. On the surface of the silver lake, the water is rippling, and the golden carp is like playing in the water.
Who is so knowledgeable and understanding, painted a carp pattern on this dress, I am very happy to hold the clothes, looking at Fan Dudu also feel that he is much cuter today than yesterday.
"Fandudu, do you know who embroidered the carp on this sleeve?" I asked with a smile on my face.
Fan Dudu's shoulders shook, and for some reason, he took a step back and whispered, "Sister Caiori." ”
"Oh, it's Sister Saiori."
I nodded, feeling like that weird old man who coaxed children with delicious food.
"Then who told Sister Saiori to embroider this carp pattern on me?"
"I don't know." Pink blinked wide-eyed and shook her head at me.
"Oh, forget it if you don't know."
I reached out and patted his little shoulder as a sign of comfort.
Even if I can't get a positive answer from him, I can guess in my heart who that person will be. Thinking about coming to this Ziwei Palace, who else will know me so well, there should only be Zilian, this dress must be Zilian's thousand instructions to ask Sister Caizhi to help me weave.
I hugged the clothes, and I was so happy that I couldn't wait to rush into the house immediately, change my blue shirt, and then put the purple shirt on my body to see what the effect was.
"Hey, I've been waiting for a long time to finally get this dress, cute fandudu, Uncle Shi has thanked you here."
I reached out and pinched his fleshy face a few more times, and then, finding a random reason, I sent him away. When he turned to leave, I ran into the room, slammed the door behind my sleeve, and went into the bedroom to change clothes.
The size of the clothes is just right, although the texture of the purple coat is not as good as the purple coat worn by Zilian, but compared to the blue plain robes worn by more than 300 teachers and nephews, my clothes can be said to be haode.
The fabric texture is soft and comfortable, and the breathability is also good, although it looks like I am wearing two pieces, but it feels not as thick as my original brocade coat, which is extremely comfortable.
I was reluctant to damage my clothes, so I gently stroked the hem of the sleeve with my fingers, and gently smoothed the edges of the corners. Excited, I was so happy that I hurriedly folded the old clothes and put them on top of the closet. Then, after walking out of the Qingshui Building, he rushed in the direction of Zilian's Biyun Pavilion.
"Master, Master."
I stood outside the door of Biyun Pavilion and shouted a few times, but the excitement in my heart still couldn't be suppressed, and I walked back and forth. Thinking about the moment the door opened, when I saw Zilian, what should I do, what words should I use to express the joy in my heart at this moment.
However, after I walked back and forth ten times, the door was still tightly closed, and Zilian did not come to open the door. I don't think he's still sleeping in it, but I don't think he's going to be some kind of lazy bed fairy! I stepped forward and reached out and knocked on the door.
The knock on the door rang out one after another, echoing in my ears.
I often feel that this knock on the door is like my heart beating at the moment, and the rhythm is a little chaotic and a little uneasy. No matter what I do, it won't calm down.
"Master, Master, it's time to get up. Don't forget, today you have to take the little fish to the world to play. ”
I'm afraid he'll forget, I reminded.