The sky was bright, and a carriage drove out of Jingfu, and the red lantern had a black Jingzi written on it. The carriage is reddish in color, and it should be ridden by women.

"When you get to the palace in a while, you can make up your own mind, don't always ask me to worry about everything for you."

"Yes, Mother."

Jingzi's face is always light, there is no joy or grievance, she is very similar to her mother, and she has never been the one who gives An a headache. But after all, the wedding dress is worn by herself, and it is not good for people to gossip when she marries into Cui's mansion. An Shi looked for an opportunity to teach her how to be a housewife.

"Don't think about not being able to wipe your face, your sister is the queen of the palace, there is nothing you can't mention, color, pattern, style, although according to your favorite choice."

"Hmm!"

When it comes to marriage, Jingzi is always very shy, and she can blush when she talks about the wedding dress. An didn't say anything more, squinted and pretended to sleep, getting up so early in the morning made her a little uncomfortable.

Before going to Qifeng Palace to ask for peace, Shangyi Shangfu Lord Nie also told Wang Siyi to hurry up, arrange the arrangement well, and don't neglect Mrs. Jing's mother and daughter. Who doesn't know how powerful this Mrs. Jing is, offending her is directly offending the queen's mother, it's too late to catch up, how dare you slack off.

Wang Siyi never said these words, but his heart was like a mirror.

Fu Wanxin typed the manuscript over and over again, if Mrs. Jing asked about the color, how to say the ornament, and how to say the meaning when asked. Of course, the most headache for her is the embroidery method, she memorized the name, but she didn't know how to use the needle or how to go online. What Liu Wan wants is that she has a headache, and only if she can't move an inch, will she rely on Liu Wan enough.

"Put the drawings and embroideries on the table, and stand aside!"

Li Dianyi instructed that she should let all the drawings and embroideries neatly put on the table before Wang Siyi brought Mrs. Jing's mother and daughter in.

"Madame, Miss, please."

Wang Siyi's voice was getting closer and closer, and he couldn't help but clench his cuffs.

Today's process is not as slow as when I saw the embroidery samples that day, Mrs. Jing and Miss Jing went around for a week and read all the sketches. If you think it's not bad, don't stop for a while, and pick up the embroidery sample to see the embroidery's needlework.

"Most of them are crimson, and my daughter's eyes are dazzled."

"The embroidery lady in the palace is exquisite, which naturally makes it difficult for you to choose."

The words are warm in the hearts of the embroidery girls, but they don't know that Miss Jing is disgusted with them and has no new ideas. Their footsteps gradually approached the sketches of the heart, and Jingzi suddenly stopped, firstly, the turquoise wedding dress was very conspicuous in the crimson sketches, and secondly, the magpie golden bamboo on the wedding dress made Jingzi feel chic.

"Looks like this one isn't bad!"

Jingzi picked up the sketch and handed it to An's to look at. An Shi took it in his hand and looked at it, and then glanced at the drawing manuscript on the table, and then said: "This one is really outstanding, if you like it, take it out first." ”

Li Dianyi, who followed behind him, hurriedly handed over the tray and held the sketch handed over by Jingzi. The embroidery sample was made by Liu Wan, and even Wang Siyi was full of praise, and Jing's mother and daughter couldn't find anything wrong.

"Let's pick a pair of crimson too, and weigh it again."

An Shi reminded softly, but Jingzi was a little embarrassed, and the table was turned around, feeling that it was the same, and it was really difficult to choose.

Wang Po sold melons and boasted about herself, and Wang Siyi saw that Ziying's painting manuscript was so submerged, and she became a little anxious. After thinking about it for a while, he had to take it to An's by himself, and he had to make a look of sharing her worries: "Xia Guan also helped Miss pay attention to it, and I think this is not bad, and it is excellent among many drawings." ”

How can you not excel? This is simply a drawing from Wang Siyi's hand. For the sake of this niece, she also tried her best. Jing Hui once mentioned Wang Siyi to her mother An, but said that this is someone she can trust, but if you can't make up your mind, just ask her.

With this layer, An Shi also wanted to give a few thin noodles, took it and praised it: "We didn't pay attention to it just now, it's really good." Jingzi glanced at her when she heard this, although she didn't like it in her heart, she didn't refute Wang Siyi's face.

An's was more or less accurate to Jingzi's thoughts, but he just used it to compare her at will.

"My daughter still likes this." As he spoke, Jingzi stretched out his fingers as white as green onions and clicked on the sketch of Wanxin.

According to Jingzi's intentions, Wang Siyi squeezed out a smiling face and asked everyone: "Whose sketches, why don't you come out and talk to Mrs. and Miss about your thoughts?" ”

Wanxin pushed aside the people around her, and moved forward, and an embroidery girl whispered: "Sure enough, it's her, it's amazing!" ”

"Wanxin, first of all, you must believe that this wedding dress is designed by yourself, otherwise it is easy for others to see the flaws."

Liu Wan explained every detail very clearly, but she was afraid of stage fright, so she didn't forget to tell her before going out.

"Mrs. Hui, Miss, this wedding dress was drawn by a subordinate."

From the moment he saw the embroidery, Wang Siyi guessed that it was a heart, but he was really angry in his heart.

"I like your wedding dress very much, I wonder if it will be completed as promised?"

After Wanxin stated the production process, Jingzi couldn't put it down with this wedding dress, but she was worried about the construction period. Wanxin smiled slightly and promised: "Miss rest assured, my subordinates will carefully select the most capable embroidery girl to make clothes for you, and the wedding dress will definitely be delivered to the house in less than two months." ”

Now counted, the wedding period from Jingzi is more than three months, and the wedding dress is sent to try on the body, and if it is not suitable, it can be adjusted. Two months should be the most stable.

"Then there is Lao ......" Jingzi was a little embarrassed, and she hadn't even asked the name of the embroidery girl, "The girl's name?" ”

"Subordinates pay for their hearts!"

"Wanxin, everything is up to you, I just need to see the wedding dress as promised."

As he spoke, Jing Zi familiarly pulled up his hand and patted it. In a few words, the wedding dress was handed over to Wanxin to be fully responsible, and Wang Siyi had a kind of unwillingness to be hollowed out.

While talking, Nie Shangfu also returned to the Shanggong Bureau from Qifeng Palace, and rushed to the embroidery room non-stop. learned that Miss Jing had already chosen a wedding dress, and casually praised Wanxin.

"Wanxin, the embroidery girl, the materials you need to use, you can report it to Wang Siyi in three days."

After Lord Nie finished instructing, he personally sent Mrs. Jing's mother and daughter away.

As soon as they left, Wang Siyi's face immediately changed greatly, and the tone of his conversation with Wanxin was not as good as before: "Fu Wanxin, I'll see how capable you are!" ”

"Then how can you disappoint Lord Wang?"

In just a few days, Fu Wanxin also saw that Wang Siyi was a person, and with the embroidery pattern, Wanxin saw that the sketch she had just handed to Mrs. Jing was obviously Ziying's drawing. As the director of the embroidery room, he doesn't have a fair heart, and how to be polite to her in the future is afraid that there will be no future. It's better not to ignore her and find another way.

There has always been only one goal in her heart, she wants to gain a foothold in the harem and become a female official!

Zichen Palace is solemn and solemn, and no one dares to make a loud noise here, except for the cry of babies from time to time in recent days, there is no other sound.

"Where did the child come from?"

On the days of bedtime, Mrs. Xuan never slept deeply, and the baby's cry expelled her shallow sleepiness. The doubts in his heart did not dare to ask Ji Hongduo beside him. With his feet on the piercing floor tiles, He Qingmei put on a big coat and followed the cry.

"Girl, you're here, this ......"

Mama Deng only heard the light footsteps, and thought it was Liu Wan coming. As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw He Qingmei's cold and unfamiliar face, and his voice stopped abruptly.

"Whose child is this?"

Mama Deng didn't lie, she really never knew Liu Wan's identity, but her "I don't know" became provocative and deliberate when she heard He Qingmei's ears.

The child who can hide in Zichen Palace must be Ji Hongduo's. But who is her biological mother? The female history of Zichen Palace? It's not like, I haven't heard of Ji Hongduo pampering other women at all during this time.

"Slut!"

He Qingmei had already guessed who it was, and the word Liu Wan was deeply seared in her heart, like a kind of shame. If it weren't for her, how could Ji Hongduo let himself stay alone in the empty room? If it weren't for her, how could she have been in the palace for many years and it was always difficult to get pregnant?

Touching the empty abdomen, the hatred in He Qingmei's heart couldn't stop coming out. How is she worthy to give birth to a princess? How could her daughter live in Zichen Palace?

She just moved her fingers slightly, and the personal woman Shi Ruxue stepped forward and asked, "What does Madame command?" ”

"Call the gorgeous people here, right now!"

When he returned to the dormitory, Ji Hongduo had already gotten up to change his clothes, and seeing that He Qingmei was thinly dressed, he asked lazily, "What did you do?" ”

"It snowed last night, and the concubine wanted to go and see it as soon as she woke up."

"You like snow the most, but it's cold, so you still need to wear more clothes."

As he spoke, he stuffed the stove in his palm into He Qingmei's arms, and said, "When I have dispersed the morning dynasty, let's go back after breakfast together." ”

The most important thing is the gentleness of bowing his head, which melted the snow in Ji Hongduo's heart, but he couldn't stop talking to her. The holy car still had to move forward, and Liu Wan could only kneel in the snow and send him away.