(Tomorrow is the National Day holiday, the author does not rest, and keeps changing every day.) Then, today, the word count is doubled. Then,Knocked by the editor.,1o month began to try to double change more than 4,000 words a day.,Of course,The quality of the text and plot will definitely not be water.。 ）

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Qinghe stopped a mule cart, and after sitting in the carriage with Yao Huan, she pretended to be careless and said: "Lady, that Confucian student is the tutor of Xiaolangjun of the Niangzi family, right?" ”

Yao Huan nodded at her, and then lifted the curtain to look at the sky.

Qinghe added three points of compassion to her tone: "Don't worry, lady, the hoodie shop where my family orders clothes is on the west side of the embroidery lane next to Xiangguo Temple, no matter how slow the mule cart goes, it will arrive in a quarter of an hour or two." ”

A few days ago, Qinghe came to the Shen family's shop.

The Tao was instructed by Mrs. Wei and Mrs. Zeng Ti, and they also made two sandwich brocade shirts for Yao Huan to wear in autumn and winter. The last time the gown was made and sent directly because of its loose shape, and the skirt had to be tailored according to the lady's figure, so Yao Huan had to go to the hoodie shop where the Zeng family made the clothes in person.

Haruhi is right, the destination is not too far away. After a short time, after passing through the lively Daxiangguo Temple and turning an alley where every house has exquisite embroidery, the mule cart stopped in front of a quiet courtyard.

Qinghe and Yao Huan entered, and immediately a woman in a Luo shirt wearing a crown of silk brocade greeted them in the hall.

"Lady is healthy," she was very respectful and polite to Qinghe, who was much younger than herself, "Mrs. Wei's silk big-sleeved shirt with Yo Yo Luming, in another ten years, she can go to work." ”

Qinghe returned the salute and said with a smile: "Mrs. Li is doing things, and Mrs. Wei has always been at ease. This is the righteous daughter of my eldest man and eldest lady, Xiao Yao Niangzi, today to make a collared skirt and a half-arm, and bother Mrs. Li to take some patterns and let Xiao Yao Niangzi pick and choose. ”

This is called Mrs. Li's proprietor, with willow eyebrows and almond eyes, pink cheeks and cherry lips, very beautiful, but her expression is not overly courteous and flattering, only elegantly led the two to sit down, and called the female guys in the workshop, one to order tea, and the other to get the clothes and patterns.

Yao Huan said in his heart, this is the high-end private tailor-made workshop in the Northern Song Dynasty, right?

She raised her eyes and looked around, on the left and right walls, neatly hung silk silk, whether it looked brocade, silk, silk, Luo, or yarn, silk, the texture was smooth and the color was elegant, it was really not comparable to the hoodie shops along the street in the downtown outside.

Qinghe had received Zeng Wei's promise before, and was pleasantly surprised at first, but after gradually calming down, she began to take the initiative to lean herself into the role of the future, and she seemed to quickly dissolve her strangeness towards Yao Huan.

Qinghe was like a teacup that took the initiative to climb close to the teapot, and opened her mouth with a tinkling and warm voice: "Yao Niangzi, these hanging on the wall are just ordinary materials." There are a lot of beautiful splendors in Mrs. Li's clothing shop. ”

Mrs. Li said humbly: "Qinghe praised, the few things in the small shop can not be compared with the good things I saw when I was in the Ayajin Courtyard. ”

It turned out to be a master from the palace, no wonder although she was a market merchant, Qinghe still called her Mrs. Li.

While speaking, the female guy had already brought a sample of fabric and satin, and asked Yao Huan to choose. Mrs. Li personally took Yao Huan into the room, measured the size of her shoulder sleeves and waist, and led her to see the styles of several ready-to-wear clothes.

Yao Huan had a clear understanding of his identity, and only chose the colors of ochre, smoky green, or purple.

However, even the dull colours of the materials, thanks to their superior textures and weaves, and the ingenious embroidery pieces, brocade silk and the threads, still shine with an extraordinary luster under the lamp.

Yao Huan recalled that day when he entered the palace, and saw that the robes on Empress Dowager Xiang and Concubine Zhu did not seem to be so luxurious.

The harem of the Northern Song Dynasty, before the Huizong Dynasty, was still relatively simple, the Son of Heaven was like this, and the concubines were also like this, but they were not as generously dressed as the family members of these Zhu Zi ministers outside the palace.

Mrs. Li had previously looked a little upright, but when it came time to give advice to the guests, she showed enthusiasm.

"Yao Niangzi, as the saying goes, Wu Aya Shu brocade, but Shu is not only brocade, but also caviar stranding. Your half arm may as well be made with this new roe twister from my workshop. ”

Yao Huan saw that Mrs. Li picked out the slippery silk material, on the dark blue background, clusters of lake blue balls, and in the round balls were darker dark blue dots, looking at it, it was really like a caviar.

"Twisting" is a process of dyeing silk fabrics, which was widely used before the Song Dynasty. But in front of this piece of caviar stranding, not only a heavy pinch to know that the silk is superior, the key is that this kind of hand-operated hand-operated by craftsmen, from the background color, to the middle color, and then to the top layer of ink and blue dots, are dyed thick, even, clear boundaries, and proper spacing, is compared with those digital dyed silk scarves as a national gift after a thousand years, it should also be indistinguishable.

Mrs. Li handed over another piece of material and said gracefully: "This is a cup-patterned silk with yellow leaves, which was only shipped from Yuezhou yesterday, and it is suitable for making skirts." ”

The ingenuity of the craftsmanship of the cup pattern silk and the first caviar twisting is clever at different points, the caviar twisting is skillfully "dyed", and the cup pattern silk is skillfully "weaving".

Sure enough, when Yao Huan stroked the spindle-shaped wine glass brocade and revealed a stunning color, Mrs. Li said with some pride: "This is not the silk that comes out of the ordinary workshop, this is the temple Aya, our hometown in Yuezhou, there are many nuns in the temple, they are skillful and calm, the silk woven is called the temple Aya, Kaifeng City knows how to palm, see the authentic Yuezhou Temple Aya, must not move." ”

"Mrs. Li was originally from Yuezhou, and my mother and aunt were originally from Hangzhou, which is very close to Yuezhou." Yao Huan actively climbed up the nostalgia.

Since the old mage of the mixed shopping mall and the interlaced head echelon make more friends, it is always right, maybe when she Yao Huan opens a novel café in the future, she can also ask this Mrs. Li to help promote and gain customers.

A few people tossed for half an hour, and there was no longer a trace of bright color in the sky outside the window.

Qinghe looked like a young but cautious servant, and when she saw that the time was about to end, she said, "I'll go outside and hire a mule cart to send Xiaoyao back to Dongshuimen." ”

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"Four, fourth uncle?!"

Yao Huan was originally immersed in the excitement of appreciating the high-end ready-to-wear materials of the Northern Song Dynasty, and followed Qinghe to the alley, and got on the mule cart with her without thinking about it. As soon as she entered the carriage, she saw that it was dark at first glance, but there was already a vague person, so bluffed that she almost screamed, and then heard the man's low voice "Huan'er, it's me, Zeng Wei", she recognized who the other party was.

But it's hard to say, the shock immediately turned into a surprise.

Yao Huan held on to the door with a strange stiff posture, frowned slightly, and said with a sense of crampedness: "Fourth uncle, why did you come to me?" ”

Zeng Wei's expression was calm: "After Qinghe picked up those warm dish food boxes from my family at Donghua Gate that day, tell me that the Queen Mother wants to announce that you will enter the palace and teach the imperial chef to cook side dishes?" ”

Yao Huan responded: "It's tomorrow." ”

Zeng Wei said: "It's a good thing, but after the official family is in power, the palace is also a little unpeaceful, I have to explain a few words to you." It's not good to come to you alone, so I have to take advantage of today's opportunity. ”

Yao Huan was still hesitating, but Qinghe had already stretched out his hand and said, "Please sit beside Mrs. Yao, and when Shiro finishes speaking, I will send Mrs. Yao back to Qingjiangfang." ”

The mule cart trotted in the direction of the bustling night market in Dongshuimen, but when it reached a row of big willow trees on the bank of the Bianhe River, Zeng Wei asked the coachman to stop the car.

"Qinghe, I haven't eaten dinner yet, you go buy some soft lamb cakes."

Barely finished the second half of his sentence, Qinghe had already opened the door and got out of the car.

Rehearsed the same.

Yao Huan was stunned, and immediately looked down at the tip of his shoe, but felt that his heart was beating faster and faster.

Zeng Wei cherished the time like gold, and said straight to the point: "Tell me about the situation at the banquet that day." ”

Yao Huan said honestly.

Zeng Wei said again: "The ancestral family method in the palace, the imperial kitchen only uses mutton, or venison in the cold winter, chicken, duck and quail are stewed out of soup at most to soak the ingredients next to it. This time, the Queen Mother not only praised the pig water and chicken feet purchased by the King of Suining County, but also asked you to teach the imperial chefs to do it again. The left and right are made for the official family. ”

Yao Huan's knowledge reserve is enough for her to recall the general palace battle between the queen mother, concubine, queen, and Jieyu in the harem of Zhao Xu, the son of heaven, during this time period, but she is not as clear as Zeng Wei, the second generation of officials.

She probed and asked, "Concubine Zhu, do you like Liu Jieyu?" ”

Zeng Wei said: "Otherwise, how can I rob you to go to Liu Jieyu for a few days?" I often hear that I am jealous of the wind, and it is the first time I have heard of the wind and chicken feet. ”

Yao Huan burst out laughing.

Zeng Wei didn't smile, staring at her with burning eyes: "How can there be a good errand in the palace, the fourth uncle only hopes that your wife will move peacefully for these few days." ”

Yao Huan's eyes panicked and dodged.

Zeng Wei didn't allow her to hide today.

"I'm worried about you, you know."

Yao Huan was silent.

Zeng Wei seemed to come up with a stream of blood, and his words became fierce: "Huan'er, your previous thoughts were wrong. Your sweetheart when you were young, the strong man on Huanqing Road, he is indeed the glory of my Great Song Dynasty border army. But how can the dead stand in the way of the living? ”

Although Yao Huan was not the girl of the Yao family, when she heard the second half of the sentence, she felt a little harsh, and blurted out: "Fourth uncle, how can you talk about him like that." ”

Zeng Wei said calmly: "Heavenly reason and human affection should be like this. Have you ever heard Yuan Zhen's "Sending Sorrow"? Yuan Zhen misses his wife, and a sentence of resuming the camp with Jun Yingdian is the best measure. I saved a place in my heart for that person, and I remember to pour wine and food for that person every year, and then, you who are alive, don't seal yourself in the cage of the festival, don't feel that no matter how emotional you are, it is unbearable. ”

Yao Huan was dumbfounded.

Zeng Wei asked her: "You have a deep affection for him, and you would rather die and die for him." However, when he died in Hongde City, why didn't you die in love, and why did you think of touching the pillar by the river when it was time to marry Ke'er? ”

Yao Huan continued to open his mouth and looked at Zeng Wei in a daze.

Well, yes, I don't know this question either, I'm not that Yao girl. However, Fourth Uncle, you are very pointed, and you also said a question about me as a modern person.

Zeng Wei sighed: "You just don't want to be forced. In my Zeng's carriage that day, did you think that if he was still alive, who would dare to bully you like this? Do you think that all thoughts are lost, and when you are impulsive, you don't want to live anymore? ”

As he said this, he suddenly leaned over.

Yao Huan instinctively shrank back and shouted softly, "Fourth uncle! ”

"Call me Shiro!"

Zeng Wei's voice was as loud as ink: "Let me ask you, if no one forces you to force you, it is you who are emotional, but will you still hide or refuse?" ”

He left the seat opposite, stabilized his body, and looked at Yao Huan half-squatting and half-kneeling, although there was still some distance, his eyes were shining like stars in the dark night, enveloping Yao Huan in the starlight.

"Don't be afraid, I, Zeng Wei, have lived for more than 20 years, not as literary as Cai Jing's son, nor like Liu Zhongwu's eldest son who can fight, but I think I am still a gentleman. Huan'er, I have already put you in my heart, but what do you think in your heart, I, I will never force you. ”

After Zeng Wei finished speaking, he retreated and sat back on the felt carpet opposite.

Yao Huan's heart was beating like a drum, and he felt a cold and hot back, and somehow, he opened his mouth and said: "You, aren't you afraid of the coachman listening?" ”

Zeng Wei smiled "poof" and said with relief: "The black light is blind, you really didn't see it, it was Gao Yu's kid who was driving." ”

Yao Huan was shocked, pulled the curtain and looked at the front of the car, the mule was grazing with his head down, but there was no one on his back.

Zeng Wei said: "Don't worry, Gao Yu knows the most measured, his mouth, naughty jokes, can talk for a day and a night, there is nothing to do in eight characters, and he will not spit out half a word." It's just that he is on this night errand for me, so I can't treat him to a snack? When Fang Qinghe got out of the car, he also left. ”

Yao Huan didn't know what to say for a while, and he didn't dare to look up at Zeng Wei.

I thought that after a few moments of heartbeat, I calmed down afterwards, and it faded, forget it.

Unexpectedly, the man in front of him really said something to confess his heart.

Intense and gentle.

Like a gust of east wind whistling with snowflakes, first blowing the ignorant head into a spirit, and then, falling from the sky with a warm robe, wrapping you, let you in the warmth, slowly examine your heart, willing to dance with the snowflakes.

The two of them sat opposite each other in silence, but they both felt that the so-called rose good day referred to the situation in the carriage at this moment.