The clothes are divided into three colors, considering that everyone's body shape and height are different, Mu Qingyan has changed a little.

"This is a sample that has just been made, Miss said. You just need to make the same clothes according to the sample clothes she gave you, and since everyone's body type is different, Miss hopes that you can put some effort here! ”

"Sister Fang, Miss said that your skills are exquisite and your embroidery is outstanding, so she wants you to be the steward here."

Xiaolu conveyed Mu Qingyan's words to Fang Lan word for word.

It was a woman in her twenties, she was sweet-looking, with a pair of eyes that were a little indisputable, clean and spotless, and she was one of the more outstanding second people among several embroiderers.

Mu Qingyan just likes her carefulness and responsibility. Her stitching was the best among the women, and she was also the youngest embroiderer.

Because Mu Qingyan had personally tried their craftsmanship and knew Fang Lan, she decided to let Fang Lan take care of the store if she couldn't come forward.

Fang Lan took the sample clothes and asked those embroidery girls not to be busy with the work in their hands and come and have a look.

When they opened, all the embroiderers were amazed by the samples, whether it was the pattern or the stitching are superior, the ingenuity can not describe how these clothes are brilliant, the simple pattern on the embroidered dress "difficult to describe".

"It's beautiful, it's so beautiful...... The lifelike pattern is made by combining the embroidery of the needle ring and the embroidery of Suzhou, I really didn't expect the lady to be able to combine these two different stitches, it is really amazing. ”

Fang Lan couldn't help but admire Mu Qingyan's cleverness and admiration for her acupuncture.

The other embroiderer was full of excitement, as if she had met a new continent.

His fingertips caressed the patterns on his clothes, and his eyes were full of admiration.

Seeing the embroidery lady praising her own lady, Xiaolu couldn't help but say proudly: "That's natural, my young lady is ingenious, and she has put a lot of effort into these samples!" ”

One of the embroidery girls, holding the clothes in her arms, quipped: "Look at your pride, I can't wait for the whole capital to know that there is a peerless shopkeeper in our "Aishang Wardrobe......"

Fang Lan carefully studied Mu Qingyan's stitching and continued: "What Miss Xiaolu said is right, our shopkeeper is not only good-looking, but also has such ability, but I don't know that the son of that family has such a blessing to marry such a wonderful person with ingenious thoughts and outstanding appearance."

Speaking of Mu Qingyan, another embroidery girl looked at the door and didn't see Mu Qingyan's figure, so she asked Xiaolu why she didn't come.

Xiaolu told them that Mu Qingyan had something very important to do, so he didn't come.

Because of Mu Qingyan's special identity, they didn't know her true identity, although she appeared in women's clothes last time, they didn't know that she was Princess Qin.

Xiaolu took it out of her pocket, and handed over the design drawings of the version of these clothes to Fang Lan for their reference.

Several embroiderers, hanging up their clothes and holding the artwork, seemed to be studying very seriously.

What made them even more admired was that Mu Qingyan's stitching technique could not find any traces like a cloud.

They discussed it, and had a general understanding of the design and stitching of Mu Qingyan's clothes, and when the fawn came, they brought a few pieces of silk, and everyone took them from the carriage and carried them all the way back to the backyard of Aishang's closet.

Then they went back to their respective positions and began to do their own work.

After the deer left, she handed over some expenses to Fang Lan and asked her to choose the best silk thread as a preparation, Fang Lan found an embroidery girl who knew a lot about silk thread, and sent her to go around the street to buy silk thread back for them to use.

Palace......

The secret room of the Taiji Palace.

Walking through the palatial palace, a mechanism that is combined with the walls is perfect for people to see the flaws.

No one could have imagined that there was a secret room hidden outside the wall, bypassing the crooked path and going down a few steps, the man was familiar with pressing the switch, and the stone door automatically opened for the man to enter. The stone door closes automatically.

In the hidden secret room, a few candles shine in every corner of the secret room.

On a sandalwood bed, a middle-aged man who seems to be in his fifties is lying seriously ill, his lower body is covered with a futon, and his upper body is **, even if he is over half a hundred years old, his figure still has no excess fat, and he has a few silver needles tattooed on his body.