"Huh?" This is not only surprise, but also a moment of confusion, followed by helplessness, and finally speechless panic: "I'm here to make a wedding dress for the prince?" ”

"Don't panic, girl. It's just a dress. The girl smiled and said.

But where is the reason for panic, this wedding dress is just a piece of clothes, Jiang Changxi is speechless.

This cold has not been resigned, how to think that one is one out.

The girl didn't care how speechless she was, anyway, the tasks she received were these: "The prince said, you don't need to be gorgeous and good-looking, you can wear it for a festive outfit, as long as it is made by the girl, he will dress comfortably, dress like, and dress happily." ”

Look at what this says, that is called a righteous and strong, and that is a matter of course. Jiang Changxi couldn't find a reason to refuse. I was reluctant to refuse.

"Since the prince likes it, then Changxi will take it." She smiled, shy and bright, helpless, docile and spoiled, as if she wanted the stars and the moon before she said anything, and she could agree without saying a word.

This made the girl a little surprised, and at the same time a little inexplicable. How can you look like Miss Jiang is biased towards the prince? Shouldn't it be the other way around?

But who is the girl, she is the first person beside Princess Heyang, so can there be fewer scenes seen? The reaction was naturally fast, and he put away his surprise and inexplicability in an instant, and said with a gentle and respectful face: "Then there is Miss Lao." ”

The lady beckoned back, and the maids and ladies of the eldest princess's mansion who came with her stepped forward with the things in their hands.

It was a red and festive Tianluo silk, which was brought by Princess Yang with her daughter.

At the same time, the lady presented a paper fold and said with a smile: "This is the size of the prince, please accept it." ”

Even this is ready, it seems that it has been premeditated for a long time.

Jiang Changxi was still worried about the size of the suit, but his mother sent it over, which made Jiang Changxi feel relieved and couldn't laugh or cry.

This man is really ......

What is the case, Jiang Changxi didn't show much, but only sincerely thanked his girlfriend and asked her to accept the things, and then sent her mother away.

"Tianluo silk, if you don't have a daughter, you have to be white, the eldest princess is really generous." Xiutan hurriedly asked people to make room for Tianluo Silk, and sighed as she moved.

Jiang Changxi did not refute this, because it was true.

The eldest princess of Heyang is hurting Han Wei's son as her own son. Look at such a trivial matter as making a wedding dress, it is Tianluo silk and let the lady go out in person, which can be seen.

According to the meaning of Han Wei, her wedding dress was prepared by the palace, and the wedding dress of Han Wei was prepared by her, which is also natural.

Jiang Changxi's female celebrity has also been pointed out by famous experts, and she is quite accomplished. Only she inherited the mantle of her mother's family, and was obsessed with the art of Qihuang, occasionally embroidering and embroidering to make a sachet, making ready-to-wear, or a man's ready-to-wear, and a happy dress, it was really the first time. Therefore, it is better to be cautious before going under the knife.

Probably faintly looking forward to being able to sew clothes and make clothes for him by hand, Jiang Changxi only hesitated slightly when he picked up the pen, glanced at the cold body size on the paper, and walked away with ease.

Not to mention that it was done in one go, but she had hills and valleys in her heart, and she had already sketched the indifferent and long figure of the man in her mind, wearing a red robe of great joy like fire, his eyebrows and eyes were unruly, he was indifferent and detached, he was arrogant in the world, and he was not as gentle and dazzling as the glance he cast.

In this way, the pen is like a god, a pen, inch by inch, one by one, underwear, middle coat, robe, placket, cuffs, hem, one by one under her pen formed.

Outside the house, night fell, the big kitchen brought food, Yifang Pavilion lit a candle, Xiutan and Qingrong looked at each other several times, Jiang Changxi didn't see or hear, she concentrated on sketching the shapes in her mind on the paper, until she finished drawing.

This stop writing, the disadvantages of painting for a long time are presented, waist stiffness, neck soreness, knuckle pain are all trivial things, stomach gurgling, hunger and dizziness are a little too much, Xiutan and Qingrong both widened their eyes and glared at her.

"If the girl doesn't keep writing, the slave and maid will have to beg the old lady."

Knowing that he was too excited, but the painting had already been completed, Jiang Changxi had a bright face, trying to pretend to be stupid, "I'm so hungry, do you have anything to eat?" ”

Sure enough, when he heard Jiang Changxi shouting that he was hungry, Xiu Tan could only stomp his feet no matter how angry he was, and hurriedly asked people to bring up the meals that had been hot.

As soon as Xiutan turned around, Jiang Changxi winked at Qingrong, smiling so happily, it's done!

Qingrong was a little speechless, and Xiutan was too easy to dismiss. The girl is too good at fooling people.

Qingrong stood aside with his hands on his chest, nodding secretly in self-approval.

After dinner, Jiang Changxi did not rush back to the bookcase, but walked in a circle in the courtyard, all of which were consumed.

The night is filled, the moonlight is cold, and the fragrance of flowers floats.

Jiang Changxi unconsciously walked to the edge of the courtyard, the high wall blocked the way, and the osmanthus tree was half a person high at the triangular wall, with green leaves, no flowers, only the fragrance of flowers.

This is the only osmanthus tree in Yifang Pavilion, she doesn't remember how old it is, and she has always had it in her impression.

Tonight on the sixteenth, the full moon hanging in the ink-colored sky is like a disk, the hazy shadow is like a laurel tree stretching, and the cold light of the cold moon palace is cold.

Jiang Changxi walked to the osmanthus tree, and saw small flowers the size of rice grains between the branches and leaves, a few flowers clustered in the hiding place, but exuding a faint fragrance to lure passers-by.

"This flower is really blooming this year." Yesterday I made osmanthus wine, Xiutan was picked on this tree, and I didn't think there were so many left.

"The prince often ordered people to take care of him, prune and water the fertilizer, and he will not fall." Qingrong has always been fair, she will not hide what Jiang Changchang has done because of Jiang Wu's family, nor will she be close to Jiang Changchang because of Jiang Changxi. Although it seems a little stereotypical, it also makes people feel more reassuring.

"Looks like I have to thank my brother." Jiang Changxi said with a smile. If there is no Jiang long-term, she will go to Spring City for five years, and this osmanthus flower will be taken care of by no one, where can it grow so well.

"Let's pick some back, and tomorrow we will dry it and make osmanthus cakes to eat."

"Okay."

Qingrong answered, went to find a basket, and picked flowers with Jiang Changxi.

said that she wanted to thank Jiang Changchang, Jiang Changxi didn't just talk about it, she made osmanthus cake on the second day, and she specially made one according to Jiang Changchang's taste and sent it over, jokingly saying that it was a thank you gift.

It's just that Jiang Changchang doesn't have this mouthful. Jiang Changxi later heard him complain. It turned out that Jiang Changchang had something to do that day, and when he came back from his errands, the osmanthus cake had already been served to Jiang Changyan, who was about to return to Xishan Academy, with a plate of snacks.

Jiang Changchang couldn't kill Xishan Academy, so he could only come to Yifang Pavilion to complain, pestering Jiang Changxi to make him a new one.

Jiang Changxi had no choice but to laugh, while busy making wedding clothes for Han Weici, he took out his free time to make osmanthus cake again to appease Jiang Chang's mood that he was about to run away.

Two days later, Xin Ze arrived at Lindu Tianshui Hall, and Jiang Changxi put down everything and went to Tianshui Hall to see him.

Xin Ze is a dusty servant, but his spirit is not bad, he has kung fu to dislike Tianshuitang's façade in Lindu is not grand enough, he dislikes the tea is not good, and he dislikes the flowers that are not gorgeous.

"Well, the land price in Lindu is very high, Tianshuitang can't afford a big house with a small business, can't buy good tea, and even the flowers are roadside weeds, so I can't supply the big Buddha of the master, does the master want to move elsewhere? How is the inn? ”

Jiang Changxi sent off the guests with a smile.

Xin Ze exploded like a cat that had been stepped on by its tail: "The good man laughed, Tianshui Hall is a famous medicine hall in Lindu, where the façade is small, very big, very big." ”

Just kidding, at the foot of the Son of Heaven in the capital city, the imperial capital is prosperous, the land price here is high, the price is high, and the room price for one night in the inn is naturally ridiculously high. When the time comes, it will be a shame to come back and kiss the apprentice here, it is better to stay here early in the morning to eat and drink.

Jiang Changxi looked embarrassed: "But I have tea ...... here"

"This tea has a strong aroma, light color, and mellow tea taste, and it is really a good tea, a good tea!" Xin Ze held an empty cup and did not change color.

Jiang Changxi smiled, and said reluctantly: "But this flower ......"

"This flower is in full bloom, the color is bright, it is comparable to the peony, and the disciple really has a vision!"

Qingrong Fang's shopkeeper and the others glanced at the clusters of white flowers in the courtyard, and the corners of their mouths twitched: "......"

"Master, are you as for it" His master's ability to open his eyes and tell nonsense, Jiang Changxi was also willing to bow down.

"As a teacher, I tell the truth, tell the truth." Xin Ze was holding the tea, and he was so disgusted just now that he was going to drink it very happily. "But good apprentice, it's not for the teacher to say you. You say why are you so good at crutching, saying that you are going to get married. ”

"Don't you like Han Weiqi?" Jiang Changxi also held the tea, squinting and tasting the fragrance of tea.

"If you don't like it for the teacher, won't you marry the good disciple?" His eyes grunted, and Xin Ze didn't know what he was thinking.

Before the idea was settled, he was photographed by Jiang Changxi: "Impossible." ”

...... "Then you still ask."

Jiang Changxi glanced at him, very innocent: It is clear that you asked first.

Xin Ze clutched his chest: "My dear and beloved good son is gone." "That look of pain and happiness, tsk. Give food for thought.

"That's right. Good boy, these days I rummaged through medical books and saw a prescription......"

Xin Ze enthusiastically talked to Jiang Changxi about the new recipe he had discovered, and proposed ways to improve and use it, Jiang Changxi put away his playful heart and seriously confronted Xin Ze.

Qingrong and Fang Shopkeeper, who were accompanying each other, couldn't keep up with the thinking of the two, looked at each other for a while, and each withdrew to get busy.

So Jiang Changxi began to live a life of either running to Tianshui Hall or staying in Yifang Pavilion to make wedding clothes every day.

The days are like a white horse, in the blink of an eye in September, Jiang Changxi's needles flew up, and he made a complete set of clothes in less than half a month, and now he is almost embroidered with patterns. You know, this is the big project.

Jiang Changxi stopped the needle, rubbed his hands and was about to rest for a while, Qingrong came in from outside and whispered a few words in his ear.

Jiang Changxi was slightly surprised, but his eyes were bright, "It's at the back door?" ”