Yu Wei spent one night preparing all the things to teach people, this is his old job, his parents died when he was a child, he grew up with his uncle, his uncle is a small official, and the family is an honest person, it is indispensable to be bullied, he pretends to be obedient on the surface, but he will retaliate a little bit behind his back, and he can't make much ruthlessness, and a fist is indispensable.

The next morning, when I went downstairs, I saw that Mo Qi was actually eating on the first floor, and I was shocked, "Why are you here?" ”

Mo Qi took the porridge and handed it to him, saying, "I'll go with you, let's eat quickly!" ”

"Didn't you say you weren't comfortable showing up?"

"I'm watching from afar, and I don't show up!"

"I'll go, I'll be your little brother!"

"You're smaller than me!"

“……”

According to the agreed day, Mu Jing should be fine today, in order to show the pain of worrying and being afraid in the past few days, she deliberately stayed up for half a night last night without sleeping, and when she opened the door in the morning, the dark circles under her eyes completely covered up her pig-like life a few days ago.

Mo Ying was busy renovating the courtyard, the layout of the Xinuan Pavilion, and Princess Jingshu's daily necessities, in short, everything was conceded for Jingshu.

"The beauty doesn't know, although the queen mother has a separate embroidery girl, but these little masters of our harem are also busy enough for the slaves, Ru Meiren has to have new clothes every month, and the big belly is one day at a time, and the old slave doesn't dare to slack off, Princess Mujing's clothes on her body are not worn, this year's three hundred and sixty-five days is three hundred and sixty-five sets of new clothes, this does not include the princess is not satisfied, then it has to be redone, right?"

The one who spoke was the head of the cloakroom, surnamed Wang.

Mu Ying felt that she shouldn't stay in the palace at first sight, a proper old bustard dressed up, walking and twisting, if she didn't look back, she could really pretend to be twenty-eight years old, but the folds on her face couldn't be removed.

"So you're working so hard!" Mo Ying said lightly.

"Don't dare to complain, being able to do things for the master, that is the blessing of the slaves in their previous lives." The king said flatteringly.

Mo Ying grabbed the tea bowl in his hand and slammed it at Wang Zhangshi's feet, so frightened that Wang Zhangshi only took a few steps back.

"Did I let you hide?" Mo Ying asked.

"Old Slave ......"

"I'm just going to smash you in the face, and you have to bear it too!" Mo Ying said contemptuously.

"Old slave...... The old slave didn't know what mistake he had made, and he provoked Mo Meiren to lynch him like this! The king said boldly.

"What's wrong? Let me ask you, how many horses were put into the garment room last month? ”

"Eight hundred...... Twenty-seven horses......"

"More than 800 horses, according to the calculation that two pieces of cloth can make three pieces of clothing, how many pieces of clothes can be made into 827 horses?"

"This ...... This ......," the king trembled.

"I'm not that poundy, I don't count the little things with you, I only say eight hundred horses, in addition to the clothes of the palace people, the masters should also have another three hundred and fifty horses, a few days ago, the lady concubine held a banquet, I saw that someone was still wearing last year's style clothes, last month's share was not fed to the dog?"

"The old slave was indeed sent according to the instructions of the little master, but if the little master can't wear it, then it's not the old slave who can take care of it!" Steward Wang lowered his head and said.

"Really? Are you asking them one by one? Mo Ying slapped the table heavily, and her voice was a little higher, and said: "Last month, you sent a total of fifty-six sets of clothes to Ru Meiren, twenty sets of Princess Mujing, twenty sets of Yun Zhaoyuan, sixteen sets of Concubine Shuniang, twelve sets of me here, and one set of the rest of the people, and they are all old cloths, am I right?" ”

"Old slave...... The old slave ...... "The king steward was completely panicked, and knelt down directly, but he didn't know what to say.

"Princess Jingshu is about to return to the palace, I originally wanted to talk to you in a few days, you are good, you are getting bolder, I told you a few days ago to make Princess Jingshu's clothes first, and the fabric will be made of the cloud weaving I gave you, you are good, turn your face and make a few small clothes from the cloud weaving to Ru Meiren, and change the clothes to Princess Jingshu with a cloud spinning that touches the same, it looks like there is no difference, but the difference is big when you wear it, I ask you, who gave you the guts! Yes? ”

"The old slave doesn't know...... Mo Meiren, someone framed the old slave, the old slave really doesn't know......" The king steward kowtowed again and again as he spoke, and secretly scolded the embroidery girls who had bad ideas in his heart.

Mo Ying made a look, Kapok nodded, took a tray out of the inner room, put it in front of the king's steward, and said, "Framed? Okay, you take this cloud-spun dress with me to see Concubine Shuniang, and look for her to comment. ”

"This ......" Steward Wang looked at the familiar clothes, and could only be anxious in his heart.

"Yo, you're so lively here?" Lifting the curtain, Mu Jing walked in.

"Get up!" Mu Jing waved his hand and said to the saluting person.

"What's going on?" Mu Jing asked.

"Sit," Mo Ying pointed to the position next to him, and quipped: "Just now, the king steward said that Princess Mujing is full of new clothes all year round, and I'm still worried, you said that I will have a princess here in a few days, how can I raise it?" If I don't raise as good as you, won't I really become a stepmother? ”

"Nonsense, that's all ignorant before, in the past year or so, when have I had a set of clothes a day?" Mu Jing said.

"Yo, the main lord has refuted the rumors, could it be that the king is greedy for your clothes?" Mo Ying smiled.

"Little master, not only that, didn't you say that one set a day is not something that the princess doesn't like, it all has to be redone!" Anshun reminded.

Others don't know that this king is in charge of affairs, but he can't know it? Even the clothes of these lowest-level little eunuchs are buttoned, which is not a good one.

"Look, it's not like I heard me wrong. Someone hears the same as me! Mo Ying said.

"Steward Wang, are you sure that there are more than 300 pieces of clothes sent to me this year?" Mu Jing asked.

"......" the king steward was dumbfounded.

Mo Ying told Princess Jingshu about the clothes again, Mu Jing raised her hand and smashed the cup in her hand, but she smashed it accurately, directly smashed the back of the king's steward, and scolded: "What benefits did Yun Ziyou give you?" If you want to be so filial, no one cares about you three times a day, and you detain the master's things to do your favor, who gave you the guts? ”

"The princess forgives her sins, the old slave knows that she is wrong, the old slave knows that she is wrong...... "Just now Mu Jing threw a cup of hot water, and the Wang steward only felt that it was hot behind him, and he didn't dare to say it, so he could only kowtow again and again and beg for mercy, and his forehead became red and swollen after a while.

"Okay, don't be angry, I'll take her to Concubine Shu and dispose of it!" Mo Ying persuaded.

"Why bother Concubine Shu with such a trivial matter, come here, send her to the riot room for me, and then find the deputy steward!" Mu Jing said nonchalantly.