Cheng Xueyan took the crochet needle and smiled.

"You're a female celebrity, right?"

The girl's smile made Bitong a little uneasy: "Yes, it will be a little ......"

"I made this garment myself?"

The girl circled around herself, looking up and down, much like a dog examining the bones that a stranger had given her. Of course, it is disrespectful to describe the master in this way, but ......

"I made it myself, and Bitong ...... too"

"Well, yes, yes, really good......"

Cheng Xueyan ignored her nervousness, pinched the placket for a while, tugged at the hem of her skirt, nodded her head to express satisfaction, and then ......

"This is ......" she took the paper handed by the girl, "what do the clothes look like?" ”

"Clever, can you make it?"

"The girl wants me to make clothes?" Bi Tong sighed: "The girl said it directly, scared the slave to death......

She rolled up her sleeves as a fan: "Girl, who is this going to be a thank you gift?" ”

"I'll wear it!" Cheng Xueyan smiled.

"Huh?" Bitong's eyes widened: "That slave doesn't dare, the clothes of the girls in the house are all sent to ......"

"I don't want anything to cut the cloud fang's Xia room, it's up to you to do it......"

"How dare a slave? The slave and maid are poorly crafted, and the girl is a daughter......"

"Don't talk about that, do you do it or don't you do it?"

"Slaves don't dare to ......"

"What else would you not dare? You dare to contradict your master's words......"

"Slave ......"

"I'll ask you one last time, do ...... Or don't do it? The tone was aggravated.

"Slave maid......" Bi Tong nodded almost with tears in her eyes.

"That's right."

Alas, she doesn't want to do this, but it's not okay to use some means for a conservative girl like Bitong. Sometimes, intimidation is more powerful than persuasion, and of course, it cannot be used.

Bitong opened the sandalwood box to find materials.

"A few days ago, the second lady sent someone to send two new horses, and I looked too fancy, so I put them away. Then there is the old silk yarn, the girl used a lot when drying the petals, and some places also dyed the flower juice, I don't know which one the girl wants to use to make clothes? ”

"That's it......"

Cheng Xueyan has a slender hand and a light finger.

Bi Tong looked into the thousands of red and green, and saw that the girl was referring to a Suluo, but the color was ......

"Black Black Black ......"

"Stammering what? I'm going to have it......"

Bi Tong couldn't hold back her astonishment: "Girl, is this going to march and fight or to walk at night?" ”

"Do you have to wear black like this? You said that like me, you have to be honest and responsible......"

"Girl...... It's not good to break the can......"

This sentence "broken can" annoyed her.

"If I dress up a little bit, I don't obey women's morals, and now I'm just going to make a black dress, and then I'm going to be a 'broken can' again. It's okay to break the can, hurry up and drop it, and ......scatter it in one shot."

Bi Tong had never seen her master so angry, and immediately knelt on the ground and sobbed.

Cheng Xueyan finally vomited her anger after holding back for a long time, not that she wanted to embarrass her, seeing her like this, she also regretted it in her heart. Her temper has always been like this, and she can't suppress it when she comes up, but it comes and goes quickly, and she can't imagine that she hasn't changed after a lifetime.

"Get up, I'm not going to target you, I'm just ......"

It's just that she can be angry at the whole tradition that has imprisoned people's hearts? What's the difference between this and kicking a wall barefoot?

"Okay, don't kneel, hurry up and pick out the material, I've already decided to wear this when I go to the Guan Ju Pavilion......"

Bitong's exclamation was stuck in her throat, but she had to obey the girl's wishes. She wasn't going to say much, anyway, whether it was suitable or not, the girl would feel it sooner or later.

Cheng Xueyan was not idle when Bitong was cutting and sewing, but she was mainly responsible for constantly supplementing details and instructing Bitong on how to cut in this position.

Although she has studied costume design, it is the first time to make ancient clothes, and it is impossible to just look like some costumes, there are always such and such unexpected places, and black gives people the feeling of oppression, and it must be improved from the style to highlight the nobility and mystery of black.

Bi Tong was so dizzy that she was tortured, and somehow agreed that she used the so-called "a little bit" of rose purple, which seemed to be the reason for "pure black taboo".

The master and servant tossed and turned for a night, and when the rooster crowed, Bi Tong rubbed her sore eyes and glanced at the black almost finished clothes on the bed. She felt that except for the sleeves, which seemed to have been improved, and the rose purple groove was used to add a little brightness, the rest was no different, and it was estimated that the girl would regret it as soon as she put it on.

"It's been a busy night, you go to sleep first......"

The girl was holding the crochet needle and drawing a thread to draw a "web" there, and the net was also black.

She was now sleepy when she saw black, so she didn't shirk the girl's persuasion, and went directly to the outer room, and as soon as her head hit the pillow, she simply fainted neatly.

I don't know how long it took for her to feel someone push her.

He struggled to open his eyes, only to see a black streak standing in front of him.

His eyes gradually focused, then his eyes widened, and he sat up from the bed.

This one...... Is that the black garment?

I saw a long black Luo dress without any decoration lying on the ground, but there was a ribbon with a rose purple thin edge swirling down to the knees, and the wind passed by, gently fluttering, as if a mysterious starlight had crossed in the night.

The girl said that the material had to be cut diagonally, so that it would have this elegant and light effect, and then the edge of the rose purple silk thread hook was used. The streamer alone took two hours of work. The task of hooking the edge was naturally completed by her, and the girl muttered that there was no yard edge machine while tinkering with the appearance of her clothes, otherwise it would be done quickly. Originally, I wanted this ribbon to grow to the ground, but fortunately the girl Kaien cut a section, otherwise her eyeballs would have to fall out from exhaustion.

The top is very ordinary, with a well-worn cut and wide sleeves. The key is that the sleeve, although the sleeves are wide, but they are narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, and the cuffs are less than a foot, and the oblique cut method is also adopted, so the sleeves are also fluttering, and when you raise your hand, there is a feeling of wanting to fly. The girl also ingeniously cut a few holes in her clothes the size of millet grains, and asked her to hook the holes. She deliberately hooked the edges tightly so that the flesh would not be exposed. And now, these rose-purple dots seem to be small flowers blooming in the fairy field, very insignificant.

She was tired like this, and the girl said that it was cheap enough for her, because she originally wanted her to embroider a string of wisteria on her collar......

The bandeau is also black, according to the requirements are to embroider a row of wine cups of camellia at the margin, only one was embroidered yesterday, the girl still thinks she pulls the thread too tightly, but now the end is worn on her, and the skin on the chest is even whiter, plus the style of this whole body, it is simply ...... It's ...... Very luxurious.

It was a ...... on the girl's head

The girl combed her hair in a slightly high bun today, but fortunately it was still in a flat bun, but the shredded and shiny on the bun seemed to hang something.

She got up and walked around behind the girl......

It turned out to be the net, which the girl had woven yesterday. The net is just wrapped in the bun, the size of a mesh nail, and occasionally connected with a little broken crystal, only a slight movement, and the light waves flow. The mouth of the net is tied with a stranded silk thread, and the long oblique hangs down to the chest, and under it are two pearl pendants, which are shiny and shining.

The girl's thoughts......

"Girl, this jewelry is called ......"

"Starry ......"

"Starry?" Bitong blinked and clapped her hands: "It's really like a sky full of stars......

She circled around the girl, looked up and down, and said, "I can't imagine that black looks so good in it......"

Cheng Xueyan is very proud, silly girl, she is outdated, you know, black is a popular color that will never change in our modern times.

Bitong's gaze shifted to the starry sky above her head, and the brilliance of the broken crystals reflected in her eyes: "Girl, didn't you say you wanted to teach me ......"

"Bitong," Cheng Xueyan's mind was still revolving on her clothes, and she pointed to the camellia on her bandeau chest: "That's it, do you think we can make this flower into a solid body?" ”

"Three-dimensional?"

"Yes," Cheng Xueyan nodded solemnly, unconsciously as if she had returned to her studio, facing her subordinates to arrange work: "Use silk or yarn to cut into petals, and then stack them in layers, and in some places you need to make double-layer ......."

The girl didn't sleep all night and didn't know that she was sleepy, and she was still here to teach herself to make "three-dimensional flowers......

Bitong yawned, found scraps and got to work.

In the end, a row of small and delicate flowers was stacked on the upper edge of the bandeau, and in order to harmonize, two camellias were still embroidered between them, while Cheng Xueyan made a bowl-sized flower and pinned it on her right shoulder with a brooch.

The flower is exquisitely made. The black and rose purple petals are uneven with each other, and three or two long oblique ones are picked out at the bottom and placed on the shoulders, sprinkled with silver powder, and the stamens are made of scattered gold threads, and one or two broken diamonds are used to make clear dew. With a gentle blow, the petals move lightly, and the broken light is dotted, which is really like the first bloom of the morning flower.

Bi Tong touched the flower lightly and said to herself: "If this flower is worn on the head, it will look good, right?" ”

This sentence reminded Cheng Xueyan that she hadn't seen fake flowers in her makeup, although it was a "flower", it was a flower, a bird, a fish and an insect, and the color was mainly red and pink, and the pattern was lined with green leaves and embellished with yellow. It's all bright colors, but when put together, it's very cheesy. These fake flowers are usually worn on wedding or festive festivals, collectively referred to as velvet flowers, which means "glory". She saw that those velvet flowers were all placed there, and it was estimated that the real Cheng Xueyan was also disgusted with their vulgar colors, so she was idle.

She took the yellow silk, picked a piece of pale silver-white, chose the lotus green silk, made a pair of sunflowers, inlaid a few red rice beads in the heart of the flower, sprinkled some bead powder, and then pinned it to Bitong's bun in person.