The day when Xiunu entered the palace was set for the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve. Now that Laba has passed, it is time for Mrs. Cheng to take Cheng Xiangjin to the clothing shop to try on new clothes.

Early in the morning, the mother and daughter took a carriage and went straight to the largest clothing shop in Chang'an City-Luoyifang.

It was freezing outside the carriage, and there were few pedestrians on the street. In the carriage, Cheng Xiangjin's mother and daughter each had a hand stove, and they had a conversation without a match.

"It's only been 20 days since you entered the palace, I tried the clothes today, if they all fit the best, if there is anything inappropriate, my mother has to hurry up and let the clothes shop change. Although the embroidery workers of this Luo Yifang are the best embroidery in Chang'an City, but at this time, it may not affect the quality because of the rush work. ”

Cheng Xiangjin knew that entering the palace for the draft was not child's play, so he nodded lightly.

Seeing that she was not in high spirits, Mrs. Cheng continued: "You don't know, the materials for making new clothes for you this time were all rewarded by the palace before, and each style was personally selected by the mother for you to chat, and the mother promised that you will definitely look better than the fairy after you wear it!" ”

"It's not that my mother doesn't want her daughter to be selected in the palace, why do you have to bother to prepare? If my daughter dresses more ordinarily, won't she have a better chance of losing the election? ”

Mrs. Cheng stretched out her hand to help her brush the broken hair on her forehead, and looked at her with pity, with an unbreakable sadness in her eyes

"There are requirements for clothing and accessories in the palace draft. Although my mother doesn't want you to be chosen, she doesn't want you to lose your dignity in front of the nobles. ”

Cheng Xiangjin listened, her heart warmed, and she tilted her head and leaned on Cheng Furao's chest.

"It's still thoughtful!"

Mrs. Cheng grabbed her arm with pity, leaving only a sigh.

The carriage stopped, and Cheng Xiangjin helped Mrs. Cheng into Luoyifang.

It is worthy of being the most famous clothing shop in Chang'an City, although it is still early at this time, but there are already many women gathered in it. Look at what they are wearing, most of them are either rich or noble.

"It's so cold, I didn't expect there to still be so many guests in your shop!"

The shopkeeper glanced at Cheng Xiangjin and said politely: "Now that the draft is imminent, and it is just in time for the New Year, there are indeed a lot more guests who cut new clothes than usual." ”

Seeing that Cheng Xiangjin was just nodding, the shopkeeper didn't say anything more, and led the two upstairs directly.

"Miss Cheng's clothes are all here, the two of you look at it slowly, if there is anything that doesn't fit, just tell this Sun Xiuniang, all Miss Cheng's clothes are in charge of her."

Mrs. Cheng glanced at Sun Xiuniang, who was standing on the side, and nodded.

Under the supervision of Cheng Furao, Cheng Xiangjin tried on every piece of clothing, except for one or two dresses that occasionally did not fit, and most of them were done very carefully. Mrs. Cheng explained the clothes that needed to be modified to the embroidery lady clearly, and then led Cheng Xiangjin to prepare to leave downstairs.

As soon as the mother and daughter reached the corner of the stairs, two women came up to them.

Cheng Xiangjin took a look, heh, I have seen it before. It's just that the experience of meeting is not very pleasant!

Isn't the woman with slender eyes and a long face at the head the lady of the Ministry of Justice? It's the one who was slapped in the face by her in public in Yan's mansion!

and the still bewitching dress next to her also remembered that it was Bai Su's aunt, Yan Yu, the wife of Yongxin Bofu. It's the one who was swollen in the face by its two pomegranates.

However, the faces of these two people are not very good-looking, what's the matter, they seem to be a lot haggard when they look at it.

Think about it too!

Anyone's son will not feel good if he is confiscated by the emperor, let alone beheaded because he fled?

Cheng Xiangjin looked at the narrow staircase in front of him and couldn't help but sigh, it's really a narrow road!

Mrs. Cheng obviously didn't expect to meet the two of them here, so she subconsciously took Cheng Xiangjin's hand.