A faint love rose around the two.

Mo Qiqi was in the upper room, accompanied them to dinner, and then returned to his room.

A few days later, Mo Qingmiao came to the door to propose, and the two families had already ventilated, and soon decided on the day of marriage, that is, on the eighth day of the next month.

When Mo Qiqi knew this date, he was also taken aback.

In this way, it is less than a month away from the day she and Mo Qingmiao get married.

Thinking of this, Mo Qiqi felt that it was a little sweet.

It's just that there is still nearly a month of work before I can see my brother, and I feel a little uncomfortable.

In the remaining month, Mo Qiqi was not forced to do embroidery, and after Jin Dingfang knew the day of her wedding, she gathered all the embroiderers and stopped other things in her hands together.

Concentrate on making her wedding dress.

Mo Qiqi was also interested, and directly drew the appearance, so that they could directly make men and women.

When more than half a month passed, Jin Dingfang's proprietress came to deliver the clothes, which was full of joy, which was very different from the strong smile that came before.

Mo Qiqi also heard that Jin Dingfang is now making clothes, specializing in wealthy and aristocratic families, and directly going to the upper route, doing fine and not too much.

Any skirt is a high price of several thousand taels, but there are still countless orders.

In addition, they don't fully admit to death.

The sketches given by Mo Qiqi, they took them, and they often drew inferences from each other, and they were able to make some different ones.

It has been liked by many young ladies and ladies of the family.

"Congratulations, Miss Hexi."

Jin Dingfang's proprietress with a smiling mouth. Badu can't be closed.

"Reward!"

Mo Qiqi looked at the wedding dress in front of him, and couldn't help but nodded, Jin Dingfang's workmanship and fabric are really superior.

So, add those thoughts of your own.

This wedding dress is really unique and amazing.

"Thank you, miss."

Jin Dingfang's proprietress put the money away and thanked her busily.

"Miss, let's go first, the men's clothes have to be sent to the little prince."

Jin Dingfang's proprietress said happily again, with a pair of eyes, looking at Mo Qiqi intently.

They Jin Dingfang was able to come back to life, really thanks to Miss Mo.

not only gave them the appearance of painted clothes, but also wore clothes and went to those high-gate compounds to advertise Jin Dingfang for them.

Let's just say that after the last polo banquet, they Jin Dingfang got countless orders.

It's all thanks to her.

Thinking of this time, Jin Dingfang's proprietress was full of gratitude in her eyes.

"Good!!"

Mo Qiqi answered and asked Fubao to send people out.

After they left, Mo Qiqi stretched out his hand again and gently stroked it on the wedding dress. Touch.

"Miss, do you want to try it?"

On the side, Baihua walked over with a smile and asked softly.

"No need, there are so many Dongzhu on this, it's very heavy, I don't want to suffer now, you can let people put it away!"

Mo Qiqi smiled and took two steps back.

"Yes!"

Baihua immediately responded.

Time flies, like a white horse passing through a gap.

Soon it was the day of Mo Qiqi's wedding to Mo Qingmiao, the marriage of the royal mansion and the Hou Mansion, and they were both big celebrities in front of the emperor.

The two of them got married, and some gossip began to appear in the streets and alleys.

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