The first rays of sunlight in the morning shone in the antique bedroom, on the soft and comfortable bed, the quilt was rolled into the shape of a silkworm chrysalis, and there was a sound of snorting from time to time, and then I saw that the 'silkworm chrysalis' rolled around and quieted down.

There was a knock outside the door, and An Deyang shouted: "Girl, get up, hurry up." ”

The 'silkworm chrysalis' on the bed did not move at all.

The knocking continued, and finally the 'silkworm chrysalis' twisted, and as soon as it 'broke the shell', the ancient painting fan came out of it, and opened the door with a black face and clothes.

"Brother An, what's wrong early in the morning..."

An Deyang hung his head and didn't look at her, and said embarrassedly: "Girl, it will be the emperor's birthday in a few days, and the girl is going to attend with the eldest lady." And after the birthday is the draft, these days are really to buy some new clothes. The Duchess of Buguo has instructed you and the eldest lady to go to the first dressing shop to choose clothes. ”

The ancient painting fan was yawning, and when he heard the word draft at first glance, he didn't give it away in one breath, and he choked on it.

"Ahem, draft? Draft! "The ancient painting fan jumped to his feet, and he only felt that his eyes were black.

Thinking about the emperor he saw last night who could be his grandfather, the ancient painting fan only felt that he couldn't get up in one breath.

It's okay for her to serve the people who take care of her grandparents, but, ......

Not to mention entering the cave room, even if he touches her, she also has a psychological shadow!

Although the emperor is calm and wise, looking at his appearance, he must have been a jade tree when he was young. But that's not the key to whether it's good or not.

The ancient painting fan held his mouth, thinking about how to live in the future?

An Deyang looked at the appearance of the ancient painting fan scratching his ears and cheeks, and asked, "Girl, what's wrong with you?" Hurry up and change your clothes, it's time to go, the eldest lady is still waiting outside! ”

The ancient painting fan scratched his head and sighed helplessly. Forget it, let's take it one step at a time!

After getting dressed and washing, Gu Hua Fan and An Deyang walked out. When I got out of the courtyard, I saw Mu Ya waiting outside, with a group of maids and women beside her.

Mu Ya was waiting anxiously, raised her eyes and saw Gu Huashan coming to the side, happily greeted her, and said angrily: "Sister, you are finally here, sister has been waiting here for a long time." ”

The ancient painting fan said embarrassedly: "It's the painting fan that is sleepy, don't blame my sister." ”

Mu Ya was not angry, and pulled the ancient painting fan and said happily: "Let's go quickly, it will be too late if we wait a while." The clothes in the first clothing shop are the most beautiful, and it is rare that my mother is willing to let me out of the house today, and my sister is very happy. ”

Gu Huafan smiled, looking at Mu Ya's excited face, I don't know where her joy came from, whether it was for clothes or to enter the palace, with the backing of the Qi State Mansion, Mu Ya's entry into the palace must also be calling for wind and rain. But about the harem, all she can think of is endless nightmares. There's no way, I've watched too many time-traveling dramas, psychological shadows, and conditioned reflexes.

The two rode in a carriage all the way to the first clothing shop, and along the way they only heard Mu Ya talking happily, and her temperament was really lively and cute. Also, Qi Guogong is only one of her daughters, and the others are sons, so naturally no one competes with her for favor, so she will raise her temperament, just think about her mother, since Jiang can sit firmly in the position of wife, in addition to her background, she must not have bad means. Such a person wants to cultivate a daughter who is bound to be sent to the palace in the future, can she really allow her daughter to be so naïve and simple?

Gu Huashan shook his head and said that he would not have a deep friendship with her in the future, and whether it was good or bad had nothing to do with her.

After passing through the bustling street market, we came to the somewhat deserted west of the city, where the first clothing shop was built. Although the place is remote, the things inside are all genuine, beautiful and beautiful. Therefore, it is also extremely expensive, ordinary people will not come here to buy, and those who can come here are high-ranking officials and nobles.

An Deyang waited for the ancient painting fan to get off the car, and Mu Ya naturally had a maid to serve. Mu Ya looked at the side of the ancient painting fan, and there was no close-up maid afterward, walked up to her, and said, "Why doesn't my sister ask for a maid?" Wouldn't it be inconvenient to have a maid waiting closely, he is a small guy, after all, it is a little inconvenient! ”

When An Deyang heard this, he only stood respectfully and motionless.

When the ancient painting fan heard this, he smiled and said: "The life of the painting fan does not need others to serve it. He alone was enough. ”

An Deyang hung his head, and the WeChat smile on the corner of his mouth floated, but no one saw it.

Mu Ya didn't say anything at the moment, pulled the ancient painting fan and walked towards the first clothing shop.

The workshop is indeed fresh and elegant, and it also faintly exudes a fragrance, and you can taste it carefully. If the aroma is there, I don't know what it tastes like.

The ready-to-wear in the workshop are hung up for display, and each piece is like a fluttering butterfly, gorgeous and beautiful. It looks like it's worth a lot.

It is a woman's nature to buy clothes and go shopping, even if the ancient painting fan no longer likes the draft, but when you see these beautiful clothes, you can't take your eyes off it. Mu Ya picked and chosen, selected a few ready-to-wear clothes, and a few pieces of fabric to prepare for some new tricks.

The ancient painting fan picked out a white cloth printed with peach blossom dark patterns, and asked the master to make a similar style to the one on his body.

The dress on her body is still worn by someone else's general's mansion, looking at the style, looking at the fabric, it is also extremely precious, she is not familiar with the general, not to mention that people have helped herself, if she doesn't return other people's clothes, then she will become the same person as the man who took her cloak and didn't return it.

No, no, then she would despise herself.

The ancient painting fan thought so, looking at Mu Ya, who was still in full swing in front of him, and the ancient painting fan looked out of the window boringly. Suddenly, she saw a black figure flash by the street in front of her, but she still saw it clearly, wasn't it the figure of the man who owed her cloak?!

Gu Huafan said hello to Mu Ya, saying that he was going out to buy some things and would come back soon.

The ancient painting fan made An Deyang wait in place, trotting all the way to the street. An Deyang looked at the figure that was fading away, and knew that this girl with a lot of ideas was definitely not just going to buy things, but he had no choice but to wait in place.

The ancient painting fan trotted all the way, ran for a while, and finally saw his figure again, but he seemed to be going out of the city, and the ancient painting fan also followed closely and went out of the city with him.

Walking to the forest path, the ancient painting fan gasped and stopped to rest, this stinky man, what are you doing if you walk so fast, you will die if you slow down! Call him, he doesn't pay attention, it's a night of not seeing, he's deaf again, isn't he?

I went along and followed again.

It's just that the more you go, the more remote it becomes, the forest path is already tortuous and quiet, and the ancient painting fan is hurrying slowly, but he can no longer be seen.

Looking around, in the deep and silent jungle, I only felt that the cold air was pressing.

The ancient painting fan beat a drum in his heart, gathered his sleeves, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he quickly turned around and walked back to the original road.