Chapter Seventy-Eight: Flower Viewing Party Planning (2)

Listening to music? Forget it, she can't appreciate the opera yet. Play cards? My mahjong level is really average, and what if there is no mahjong here? What should we do? When women are together, it is nothing more than showing off their wealth and comparing. Clothes, shoes, bags, cosmetics, jewelry, etc. yes, watch the show. Let all the famous clothes and jewelry stores in the capital show the appearance of the new season, and by the way, she will take the order, she will smoke a percent of the running water, hehe, why not?

Liang Qianqian's eyes lit up, spread out a piece of paper from the table, picked up a pen and an invitation to the flower viewing exhibition and sale on the paper. When Zitong came to deliver the guest list, he explained this matter to her.

What about the model? Lady-in-waiting? It's hard work to pick the beautiful ones. Faculty Division? You can transfer a group of singers and dancers from the teaching workshop to come over and play the piano to accompaniment, and show off the clothes. It's still quite feudal here.,The things worn by the Kabuki of the Church Division.,No matter how beautiful it is.,Those daughters won't wear it.。 This is really not at all different from modern society.

She thought about it and thought that an ordinary fashion show would definitely not work. Then it is better to hold a dressing contest, so that these daughters with good taste can choose different accessories and clothes to match different shapes on the spot, and then all the girls present will vote, and those who get the most votes can take home the jewelry and clothes they use as prizes.

After this comparison, it is estimated that it will be time for dinner. After eating, those who want to go home are sent away, and those who don't want to go home stay on the Zhuangzi for one night. Well, perfect.

Liang Qianqian spread out a piece of paper again and wrote down the fact that the flower viewing party would hold a costume matching competition. After writing it, Yuan Yuan was called in, handed her the paper that had just been written twice, and said, "This is for you, give the first one to Zitong, and let her do it when she determines the guest list." The second one is for you, take a good look, memorize it, and say it to all the prefectures when you send the invitation. Let them all be well prepared. ”

Yuan Yuan took the paper and went out.

Liang Qianqian stretched his waist, picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip of water, then got up and went to the bedroom.

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Three-room Xi'an Hall

Yu was lying on the soft collapse, and he also had a wet handkerchief on his head. As soon as the queen's decree entered the mansion, she fell ill. She didn't understand, how could it become kind and benevolent after it was spread, it was obviously a big rebellious remark? She felt like she was shooting herself in the foot. She thought that the queen would teach that girl a hard lesson, but now it's good, not only did she not teach a lesson, but she also deliberately gave a decree and praised her fiercely. What about her? Who doesn't look at her jokes inside and outside the house? Her poor sister Ning, when will she be able to get out.

After receiving that Liang Qianqian was given marriage to become the crown princess, the Protectorate invited a female gentleman to the girls in the mansion. The girls in the house, whether they are concubines or concubines, get to the home school every day to study with the female husband. The reason is simple. As the younger sister of the crown princess, they must be generous and decent in everything they say and do, and they can't embarrass the Protectorate Mansion or the crown princess.

Liang Qianning, who was in class, heard that Yu was ill, so he hurriedly took leave with his husband and rushed back to Xi'an Hall.

As soon as she walked on her front foot, Liang Qianrou found a reason and walked out of the book. However, she didn't go to see the Yu family, she was going to leave the house, and she had important things to do.