Chapter 33: The Iron Palm Under the Velvet Glove

You will be the unparalleled beauty in the world, challenging the visual nerves of all

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Throughout the night, Janeway's room was lit with faint candlelight. It wasn't until dawn outside that the room was quiet.

Zhang Zhaoyuan got up very early, and after asking the queen for peace, she came back and changed into a plain dress, ready to go to Concubine De to say goodbye.

Jian Wei ran out with dark circles under her eyes: "Niangniang, the day before yesterday, Concubine De Niangniang gave a new reward for Su embroidery, and the slave maid painted a picture and wanted to make clothes for Niangniang." ”

Zhang Zhaoyuan was a little surprised, the clothes have always been made by the Women's Red Bureau, and there are some harem women who occasionally sew some small things, but it was the first time she heard that she drew pictures and made clothes, so she said: "Take it and I'll take a look." ”

Janeway hurried back to the room and picked up the blueprint.

Although the painting paper is blindly black, you can also imagine the delicate beauty of this dress when you see the intricate lace folds. She was stunned for a moment.

Janeway peeked at her expression, and the woman's admiration for the Chinese costume was clear at a glance. She coughed, Zhang Zhaoyuan looked up a little dazedly, and Jian Wei smiled lightly: "This dress was originally painted by Niangniang, but with such a brocade of flowers and thin ornaments, I always think that the best ones are given to Niangniang, but it is a bit overdone." ”

Zhang Zhaoyuan's eyes flashed slightly, waiting for her next.

"The slave is in charge of the clothes and cloth of the Changchun Palace, and she has the favor of the mother, and she has nothing to repay, but she is willing to fulfill the sisterly love of the mother to the concubine and the concubine, and present this dress to the concubine." When Li Lan heard this, her disgusted expression was about to come out, and she was about to speak, when Jian Ju gently grabbed her.

Zhang Zhaoyuan hesitated for a moment, seemed to have an understanding, and turned his head to Jian Ju and ordered: "You go to Zhifei Niangniang, I am unwell today, and I will go to ask for peace tomorrow." ”

The chrysanthemum was cut away.

A smile bloomed on Jian Wei's tired face: "Xie Niangniang, the slave must live up to her mission." ”

She was originally the maid in the palace, and she was in charge of all the royal fabrics, but now with Zhang Zhaoyuan's acquiescence, she urgently summoned the palace who was good at making clothes, and first selected the most satisfactory clothes.

She put the clothes on the table and gave them a rough overview of the process from design, boarding, materials, cutting, sewing, and finishing.

When she was young, the teacher chose her to dance every year at the school celebration, and she always borrowed her companion's dance clothes, went home and handed them to her mother, and then watched her mother carefully study the comparison, and finally she was able to make a similar dance dress.

The board is very important, this comes from the design drawings and dimensions, each step must be precise, otherwise it will affect the sewing, this will be done by her according to the size of the concubine she obtained.

The material is not worried, although there are gorgeous clothes, but she still chose cotton as a close inner layer, cotton is soft and close-fitting, she loves it but the fatal weakness: the service life is extremely short.

The hem of the lower skirt of the costume is all made of layers of cicada yarn, and when it is finished, it is necessary to sew fine silver silk silk at the bottom to embellish some green fluff on the neck of the chestnut-throated bee-eater.

The outer coat is made of very light green yarn, but the neckline is not pressed by the fashionable right liner, but instead of the fashionable right lining, the small stand-up collar is used from the chest down, and the placket on both sides is fixed by a large Hanfu-style belt.

The Han costume has always been graceful and elegant, but I don't know that the Ming and Qing Dynasty costumes are the most gorgeous, and this palace dress combines the styles of Han and Tang Dynasty and Western wedding dresses, but it does not look heavy, but highlights its elegant and beautiful feeling.

After she finished explaining the general idea to the palace ladies and did the division of labor, she always felt that there seemed to be something missing, so she stood there stunned.

Gaze swept over the room, froze on a gorgeous velvet scarf.

She walked straight over, reached out and took out the collar in the box, this is not Zhangzhou in Fujian Province, but a real velvet, the tentacles are extremely soft, she is happy in her heart, this is it.

Ying Zhu stepped forward a few steps and stopped her: "This is the first time that Niangniang has received a gift from the lord of Enlang, and I can't move." ”

Jian Wei said: "If Niangniang gets the trust of Concubine De, will there be less such gifts?" ”

She pushed Shadow Bamboo away, went straight to the desk, picked up the small gold scissors, and cut them in two before Shadow Bamboo exclaimed.

Yingzhu's panic was fixed on her face, and she slowly withdrew the arm that was stretched out to Jian Wei, and her face was already full of indifference: "The female dress is smart and decisive, and the shadow bamboo is stupid, so she can only add to the worries of the female dress and retire." ”

Janeway watched her slowly walk out of the side hall, her background cold and detached.

She silently said in her heart, one day, you will understand me, and you will all understand me.

Time was running out, she was in full swing to assign tasks, and she didn't even have time to use dinner, and the room was silent, only the sound of knives, cuts, and needlework could be heard.

The night was getting deeper and deeper, the stars outside the window were gradually fading, and after staying up for two nights in a row, Janeway had a splitting headache, her eyes were dry and red, and she still insisted on monitoring Gong'e to tear up the velvet and sew it tightly on the placket.

One after another, palace people fell asleep, Jian Wei took half a basin of cold water from outside the house, soaked her head in it, the coolness slowly penetrated from her skin into her brain, and her heart prayed sincerely.

Spring painting, please hold on.

Dawn had arrived, and after another half an hour, I could hear the sound of the palace people opening the door and drawing water.

Janeway stretched out her hand and extinguished the faint candle flame, and in the slightly painful touch, the room fell silent, and a layer of dawn was covered, her eyes were red, but the corners of her mouth were smiling.

Jian Wei took a large brocade box, put her clothes in it, held it, and carefully walked through the corridor until she walked to the door of the main hall of the Changchun Palace, and knelt down quietly.

I don't know how long it took, Zhang Zhaoyuan came out, saw her situation, was surprised, bent down to help her, and asked, "Sister, what is this doing?" ”

Jian Wei lowered her head and replied: "The slave should be damned, and she secretly used the velvet collar that the lord of Lang gave to the mother." ”

Zhang Zhaoyuan's figure was fixed in mid-air, and she asked in disbelief: "What did you say?" ”

Jian Wei raised her head and looked calm: "The slave should be damned." ”

Zhang Zhaoyuan withdrew his hand and said for a while: "It seems that your clothes are ready, show them to the palace." ”

As soon as she turned her head, Ying Zhu walked up expressionlessly, took the brocade box, she opened the box, a sneer flashed in her eyes, and the tentacles were not precious materials.

I was disdainful in my heart, and my movements were inevitably rough, and I grabbed the shoulder of my shirt with a shaking.

In a low and inaudible cracking sound, the whole clothes were revealed, there was the sound of cracking stones and stopping the clouds, and the beauty of neon clothes and feathers, Zhang Zhaoyuan only felt a shock in her heart, she looked at it carefully for a while, and then turned around and said, "Get up." ”

Jian Wei said: "The slave and maid implore to meet Concubine De with Niangniang." ”

Li Lan on one side finally couldn't help it: "You used Niangniang's things, Niangniang's manpower, and even used Niangniang's beloved things, and now, I'm afraid that Niangniang will rob you of your credit." ”

Zhang Zhaoyuan scolded: "Li Lan." ”

Janeway knew a lot of antipathy they had towards her, but she couldn't explain anything now, and she couldn't explain it, and, even if she did, she didn't think they would understand.

She stubbornly said to Zhang Zhaoyuan: "Please give me permission." ”

Zhang Zhaoyuan had doubts in her heart, and her face was no longer good-looking, but this dress was indeed made by Jian Wei herself, she hesitated for a moment, and nodded lightly.

Jian Wei's bloodshot eyes flashed with spirit and light again, covering the sneer under her eyes, and she said: "Xie Niangniang, the slave maid wants Concubine De Niangniang to wear this dress, Tingting is curling, surrounded by beads, it must be unparalleled beauty in this world." ”