Zhang Deming immediately smiled respectfully, full of servitude: "Concubine Niangniang, please go with the slave, and the slave will take you over." ”

After speaking, Zhang Deming pressed his waist low, ready to raise his feet and take Su Xi to the side hall.

"You've done everything I've commanded?"

As he stood on tiptoe to take a step, the noble king spoke in a cold voice.

Zhang Deming's body trembled reflexively, and his footsteps suddenly stopped.

The thing that Lord Banzai ordered was to let the servants prepare hot water and get clothes, and these things were done.

Looks like he didn't tell anything else...

Did you forget something?

He racked his brains and thought.

Feeling the wordless oppression transmitted by his side, he quietly raised his eyes slightly, and suddenly came into contact with the man's cold gaze.

Zhang Deming suddenly came to his senses.

He hurriedly smiled at the waist: "The minion hasn't done it yet, the minion will go." ”

With that, he ran away with a puff of smoke.

"Hualan Garden, you have been here the most, but you can't find how to go to the side hall, I just want to go over there to do something, stop by."

The man took a step forward and crossed Su Xi, and his voice slowly fell.

Su Xi followed behind him with light steps.

......

After taking Su Xi to the side hall, Ling Juncheng returned to the main hall and waited.

While waiting for her, he changed several chairs, changed several positions, and finally could not sit still, he got up from his chair and paced around the pillars of the hall.

After taking a shower for so long, did she fall into the bathtub and couldn't get out?

The bottom of my heart is restless.

The pace under my feet is getting faster and faster.

Glancing up at the door, he stopped, turned and walked towards the side hall, ready to fish the man out of the tub.

When he walked into the side hall, he saw a white figure standing in the center of the side hall.

She bent over at this time, pinching the hem of her shirt with one hand and holding a pair of scissors in the other, cutting the edge of the hem attentively and carefully.

"What are you doing?!"

Ling Juncheng stepped inside, stepped in front of her, leaned over, and pinched her hand holding the scissors.

"Whose clothes are this? I'm almost three feet off the floor when I put it on, and I can't even take a step without cutting it shorter. ”

"The sleeves are as long as my two arms, I've just cut them, you wait for me a little longer, I'll cut the hem shorter and I'm ready to go."

Su Xi said, preparing to withdraw his hand from his palm.

I tried it, but he pinched it tighter.

She looked up at him blankly: "Do you want to help me cut it?" Then you cut it, it just so happens that I feel that it is very inconvenient for me to make it. ”

With that, she tried to release the scissors in her hand.

Her eyes suddenly swept over the man's clothes, and she opened her mouth in shock.

What he wears is the same as what he wears..... Same.

The color is the same, the size is the same, the collar opening is the same, the cuffs are a few green bamboo embroidery, and even the stitches are exactly the same.

"Your..... My ......"

Su Xi pointed at Ling Juncheng and then at himself, so surprised that he couldn't finish his words.

"It's all mine."

The man opened his lips slowly, and his eyes were fixed on the cuffs that she had cut unevenly.

A good piece of clothing, she cut it beyond recognition.

The eyebrows and heart bones hurt so much.

He took the scissors from her.

Her long body bent slowly, half-crouching down at the tip of her toes, her slender fingers holding scissors, and the other hand pinching the corners of her clothes, cutting them down the stitches.