Hearing Ying Baoyue's words, the old garmenter was stunned, he heard the reputation, and finally could "see" her.

"Her Royal Highness the Princess? What are you? ”

The old man frowned and looked at the girl sitting under the eaves of the porch, a trace of arrogance crossed his cloudy old eyes, and he smiled.

"Your Highness, the sacrificial clothes are not the dresses you usually wear, this can't be nonsense, they all have to conform to the design drawings of the ritual book, but the drawings of the sacrificial clothes worn by women have long been burned out......

"I've only heard that ready-to-wear craftsmen deal with needlework," but at this moment, the calm female voice sounded again, and Ying Baoyue looked at the wrinkled old man and said lightly, "But old man, you seem to be more concerned about other things than clothes." ”

The old tailor was stunned.

"Are you a craftsman or a former Qin relic, I think it's best to think clearly," Ying Baoyue looked at the old man's fingers that were sharpened by needles and said quietly, "Don't waste most of your life really on what you're really doing."

"Lao Er's ......" has been reprimanding the old man for the second half of his life, and his eyes widened in surprise, and for the first time he felt a little embarrassed.

"If the old man still thinks that you are a craftsman, don't have so many things that you don't have," Ying Baoyue said lightly.

Ying Xun's eyes widened on the side, looking at the old man in front of him who had been upsetting him lost his voice for the first time.

"I know that I know, and there is no need to pretend to know," the girl on the verandah stood up, "I'll draw the drawings." ”

"Just do it."

……

……

The air was filled with the scent of ink, and looking at the appearance of the sacrificial clothes hanging on the wall that were gradually outlined, the hands of the originally proud old man gradually trembled.

Under the pen of the girl, a solemn and ceremonial dress that conforms to the pre-Qin ritual system is painted little by little.

Every detail is so meticulous that no one can doubt that this dress really existed.

Ying Xun also looked at the scene in front of him in a daze.

When he was a child, he seemed to have seen a woman's sacrificial garment.

Although it was different from the drawing of Ying Baoyue in front of him, for some reason a figure of a girl in a sacrificial dress appeared in front of his eyes.

"Don't go."

As a young man, he had stumbled after the hem of his clothes, but she hadn't looked back.

"The eldest prince?" The old tailor's shout brought Ying Xun back to her senses.

"How's it going, can you do it?" Ying Xun coughed and said lightly.

"This ......," the old tailor said again, "the style of this sacrificial dress is still a little ......."

"Old man, although you are old, you are not the only one who has seen some clothes," Ying Baoyue hung the pen curtain on the pen, turned around and looked at the old man who was spitting and suddenly smiled, "It's better for you to think clearly." ”

With such a sentence, the old man's cloudy pupils shrank, and the next moment he lost his breath.

Yes, he had seen a sacrificial garment of this style. Although the woman's paintings were more elaborate and solemn, it was hard to imagine the circumstances under which such grandeur was necessary, but he had seen the same in his youth.

In other words, the sacrificial garment should have been one that had actually existed.

What is real may have been seen by others.

Although there shouldn't be many such people anymore, it is still very likely that someone like him who has been in and out of the court at his age has seen it. This made it difficult for him to lie for a while, with this woman opening her mouth like this, if Ying Xun's son took this portrait to ask others, he might be exposed.

If he is discovered, then the old face of his life will be lost.

Looking at the girl standing quietly by the painting, thinking of the explanation of the former Qin Laochen who sent him, the old man's heart was cold.

It's not that he doesn't want to stop it, it's just that he never thought about it, how could a teenage girl know the style of the sacrificial dress that is older than herself?

"Lao Er......" Looking at the eyes of the girl in front of him who seemed to know everything, the old man shrank and lowered his head and said, "Lao Er has indeed seen such a style of sacrificial clothes. ”

"I wonder where Her Royal Highness the Princess found out?" The old man asked unrelentingly.

At this girl's age, this shouldn't be! She shouldn't have known!

"When I knocked out a scroll in the secret room of the palace, and this dress was painted on it," Ying Baoyue solemnly put on her beard, looking at the old man and writing lightly, "I'm afraid it was not destroyed thoroughly enough back then." ”

After Ying Hanri succeeded to the throne, he wantonly destroyed the records related to the big and young orders in the palace, and this old man also relied on this matter to face the young Ying Xun before he dared to pretend not to know. After all, these old people probably think that there is no record, and it is up to their mood to fool the young master.

The old man gritted his teeth when he heard this, this reason is difficult to refute and difficult to verify, I didn't expect him to be planted in the hands of this vase princess today.

Ying Xun on the side looked at the old man who was soft and his eyes widened in surprise. A knowing smile appeared at the corner of Ying Baoyue's mouth.

It seems that she guessed correctly.

The garment is real.

After all, she still wears.

The sacrificial garment she drew was the one she wore in the coffin.

Because she didn't want to be associated with her current identity and Shao Siming's identity, Ying Baoyue didn't draw what she used to wear, but chose the one she had seen once but was not familiar with in her memory.

Fortunately, she made the right bet, although the garment maker found by the former Qin widow has a lot of things, but his age is here, and he is still quite well-informed.

I'm afraid that the slightly younger garment maker in this dress is really unrecognizable.

However, at this moment, there was a sudden sound of footsteps behind Ying Baoyue taking a step back.

"It's ......," a woman's trembling voice came from behind her.

Ying Baoyue turned her head and looked at Lady Yao who was staring at the painting for some reason, and asked with some confusion, "Aunt Yao, what's wrong with you?" ”

"Slave ......"

Lady Yao subconsciously touched the bag on her waist, and she calmed down after touching the bag that she didn't know how many times she had touched.

The woman held the bag in her hand, looked at Ying Baoyue and smiled reluctantly, "The slave is fine." ”

"How many times have I passed, don't call yourself a slave," Ying Baoyue smiled helplessly, and looked at the bag on her waist with Lady Yao, and said with interest.

"You've always had this bag with you."

Ying Baoyue still remembers that when she first met Lady Yao in Afang Palace, she was being attacked by other palace maids. However, even though the woman was beaten and rolled on the ground at that time, she still kept protecting the bag on her waist.

"This trick is ......," Ying Baoyue had talked to Lady Yao before, and she wouldn't know what was inside, after all, everyone had secrets. But she was curious about how this trick, which was almost regarded as a life by Lady Yao, came about.

"This is a very important person left to me," Lady Yao settled down and smiled reluctantly.

"I see," Ying hugged the moon and nodded, did not continue to ask, turned around and walked to the wall, picked up the drawn picture and rolled it up.

And beside her, Lady Yao looked at the picture scroll that was rolled up little by little in front of her in a daze.

"Your Highness, I'll come," after being stunned, she hurriedly stepped forward to help Ying Baoyue roll up the scroll and hand it to a garment maker who was unwilling but could only admit defeat.

Looking at the scroll in her hand, Lady Yao hid her doubts in her heart.

For some reason, the clothes on this painting felt a little familiar to her.

……

……

"The matter of the sacrificial clothes seems to be settled," Ying Baoyue walked into the courtyard, looked at the other former Qin cultivators who had arrived, turned to look at Ying Xun and asked.

"So the most important dance, have you decided what to dance?"

Ying Xun looked at Ying Baoyue and thought for a while, "I looked at the records of previous years, and the former Qin danced a big dance. ”

Ying Baoyue was slightly stunned when she heard this.

Big Dance.

The big dance is a sacrificial dance left by the Zhou Dynasty in the previous dynasty, and is generally performed by the children of adult nobles after the crowning.

"Are they all dancers?" Ying Baoyue looked at Ying Xun and asked.

The big dance is the highest level of music in the ancient Zhou Dynasty, also known as the "six music", there are six dances, his nephew Yunmen, "Da Xian", "Da Shao", "Da Xia" is the Yellow Emperor to Yu when he made, called "Wen Dance", because of solemnity in the sacrifice to dance the most.

"Well," Ying Xun nodded, "So this time we still choose one of the ...... from "Cloud Gate", "Da Xian", "Da Shao", and "Da Xia"."

However, at this moment, the young man's voice paused, because he saw the girl in front of him suddenly shook his head.

"Cousin," Ying Baoyue said quietly, "this time I want to dance something different." ”

She looked into Ying Xun's eyes and smiled.

"Let's do the 'martial dance'."