It's just a pity that many of the Lingxiao flowers on the skirt have been picked, and only the pinholes are left on it, which makes people feel distressed and regretful.

Qingwen decided that she must mend this skirt, not only for Mrs. Wang's thanks, but also for this good embroidery to be reborn, just like people who cherish flowers can't bear to fail miserably, people who love books don't allow paper to be damaged, and a good embroiderer like her can't see a delicate embroidery being destroyed.

At this moment, Qingwen had already forgotten that she was in the inner room of Mrs. Wang, the head of the inner house of Jiafu, and she was only thinking about what kind of stitches were used for the Lingxiao flowers on this skirt, what was the connection between the different flower branches, and the color matching, and how to make up for the Lingxiao flower skirt.

Mrs. Wang sat on the chaise longue and was relieved to see Qingwen studying this skirt so intently, if even she couldn't mend this skirt, then she really couldn't find anyone to mend this skirt in a short time.

Mrs. Wang ordered Qiufu Xuefu to go to her small warehouse and take out silk threads for Qingwen to match, and the colored threads covered the entire long table like clouds.

This table is specially made, three feet wide and six feet long, the skirt is only placed in a tray, and the colored threads around it are like clouds, and the colors inside, to say the least, there are seven or eight hundred, when Qiu Fu Xuefu goes in and out to get the thread, Qingwen just sits at the table and carefully selects what she thinks is suitable from a row of silk threads of almost the same color, and makes a mark, ignoring them completely.

Including Mrs. Wang on the side, she wrote down the color of the silk thread marked by her sitting down on paper, and Qingwen didn't notice her at all, just studying the stitching and color matching by herself.

When Mrs. Wang saw this, she was very happy, after all, the more focused Qingwen was, the more she was concerned, the more likely it was to mend this skirt.

When Qingwen came back to her senses, it was already the beginning of the lanterns, and the red candles were shining.

Through an afternoon of research, Qingwen found that this skirt is embroidered by all Suzhou, and each Lingxiao flower seems to imitate the color of the real Lingxiao flower, but in fact, although the shape and color of each flower are similar, they are completely different, so this colorful embroidered skirt can be like the real Lingxiao flower blooming on the skirt and lifelike.

In one afternoon, Qingwen selected more than 400 colors for all the flowers, and the stitching method is more than 10 kinds of stitches of Suzhou embroidery, so as to have this real and illusory color skirt.

Qingwen thought, fortunately, most of these flowers are intact, a few flowers have only been picked out of some flower and leaf patterns, only the two most conspicuous flowers on the skirt have been completely destroyed; If the pattern of the whole skirt is damaged, you must match the silk thread and study the embroidery method, which will not be completed in two years.

Qingwen straightened up and pinched her sore cervical vertebrae, only to remember that she was in Mrs. Wang's inner room, and Mrs. Wang was no longer in the house, and only Xuefu accompanied Qingwen at this moment. Seeing that Qingwen came back to her senses, Xue Fu hurriedly stepped forward and said with concern: "Sister Qingwen, you have been busy all afternoon, but you are thirsty, come, drink a cup of tea to moisten your throat." ”

"Thank you, sister, my sister is indeed thirsty." As he spoke, he took the tea from Xuefu's hand and drank it in one go.

"Sister, slow down, Sister Qiufu has already gone to get food, let's eat first in a while, and we'll look at this dress tomorrow." Xue Fu helped Qingwen to sit down at the dinner table outside.

"How can this bother Sister Qiufu, I'll just eat it myself in a while." Qingwen said uneasily.

At this time, Qiu Fu came in with the curtain open and smiled at Qingwen; "Good sister, now you are the most expensive person in our courtyard except for Mrs., Mrs. has ordered me and Xuefu, during this time, you must take care of you, and you can't miss a minute."

After listening to this, Qingwen was even more uneasy, after all, it was useless, although she hoped that Mrs. Wang owed her a favor, but Mrs. Wang greeted herself with such fanfare, her current identity was just a slave of Mrs. Wang, which was really uneasy.

Hurriedly stood up, and was about to speak, when he was pressed on the chair by Qiu Fu and Xue Fu, "Good sister, you don't have to be frightened, this is what you deserve, if it weren't for you, our lady still doesn't know how anxious it is, besides, if you mend this embroidered skirt, it will not only help Madame a lot, but also help that nobleman a lot." Qiu Fu said, pointing to the sky with her index finger.

Qingwen realized that in the Jia family, there is only Concubine Yuan who is related to the heavenly family.

It turns out that this skirt is related to Concubine Yuan, no wonder Mrs. Wang cherishes herself so much, if it involves the lady in the palace, it is reasonable.

So they didn't shirk it, and the three of them sat down to eat together.

Qiu Fu and Xue Fu had heard of Qingwen before, although Mrs. Wang praised Qingwen a lot these days, but the Qingwen that the two of them had heard and seen before was an arrogant and domineering master, and if she caught a mistake of the little maids, she could scold people for a rotten dog.

I thought that Qingwen had become well-behaved in the past year, in order to please Mrs. Wang, so that Mrs. Wang would take the initiative to promote her to a room, and wait for the second master to get married before being promoted to an aunt. It's no wonder that Qiu Fu Xuefu thinks so, after all, Qingwen is already the big girl next to the most favored master in the house, and Baoyu has always been a person who pities flowers, and she will never beat and scold the people around her except for being angry.

A big girl next to a son, born with a good appearance, wants to become the master, so it is self-evident what path to choose.

But after this afternoon's contact, the two felt that this maid might be different from what they thought before, but any maid who wants to hook up with the master and climb the bed, no matter how to please the master's mother or mother, but one thing will not change, that is, she is dressed up beautifully to attract the attention of the master.

Even if it's not showy and eye-catching, it's elaborate and ingenious.

But this afternoon, when the two saw Qingwen, her dress was even more decent than their married wives, only combed an ordinary bun on her head, pinned two not very bright velvet flowers, only two small silver cloves on her ears, and the rest of her neck, wrists, and fingers were all bare, and she was also wearing a seventy percent new lake blue autumn shirt, and she didn't even apply lipstick on her face.

In addition, in the afternoon, Qingwen was so serious about the skirt that she was going to get into it and not come out, such a woman, saying that she was like climbing on the bed, not to mention that the masters didn't believe it, even the maid who had been doing this for decades, and the selfish people who saw through the subordinates, didn't believe it.

Qiu Fu Xuefu is Mrs. Wang's confidant, and she was arranged by Mrs. Wang, and they each married a good person, so naturally they liked Mrs. Wang and worried about Mrs. Wang.

They know that Mrs. Wang hates restless maids climbing her son's bed the most, and Aunt Zhao climbed the master's bed on her own initiative, and later gave birth to a son, and both of them are restless masters, these years, for Aunt Zhao and her son, Mrs. Wang doesn't know how much she has suffered.

So when Mrs. Wang was thinking about choosing a room for Baoyu, they were also secretly looking at the girls in the Baoyu house for Mrs. Wang.

Especially the attacker, although he is only two years older than Baoyu, but in terms of dealing with people, he is already almost the same as them, the maids who grew up with Mrs. Wang, as for Qingwen and Musk Yue, one is arrogant and flamboyant, and the other is a foodie, others don't know, but people like them who are always paying attention can't notice anything.

But in the past year, the two of them have changed their views on the previous four maids, but Musk Yue doesn't say it, except for getting older, there is nothing like before.

But Qingwen and Qiuwen are like changing their temperaments, Qingwen is becoming more and more reserved and introverted, and Qiuwen is becoming more and more arrogant, and the temperament of the two is even better than that of each other at the beginning.

If it weren't for this period of time, Mrs. Wang would have been so busy that she would have come forward to beat the autumn lines.

As for the attack, Qiu Fu Xuefu also felt that she seemed to be different from before, not because there was any change in her temperament, but something else, the two of them couldn't say.

Qiu Fu Xuefu knew that in addition to being satisfied with the attack, Mrs. Wang was also very satisfied with Qingwen, and now that the two of them got along with Qingwen, they were also very satisfied with her, so they naturally treated her very affectionately.

Qiu Fu Xuefu was watching Qingwen all day long. It didn't take a lot, but Qingwen, after figuring out the relationship between them, she put those things in her heart and ate with peace of mind, but she used two full bowls of rice.

This is also because Mrs. Wang's small kitchen has superb cooking skills, although it is not as good as the taste of Jia's mother's small kitchen, but it is far more delicious than the big kitchen in the house, plus Qingwen has been working hard for clothes and skirts all afternoon, unlike the leisurely in Baoyu Courtyard on weekdays, naturally she has been hungry for a long time.

After the meal, Qiu Fu Xuefu put away the dishes, and the three of them talked for a while, Qiu Fu Xuefu wanted to tell Qingwen to rest and do it again tomorrow, but Qingwen insisted on sorting out the color numbers selected today, Qiu Fu Xuefu naturally did not disagree, and accompanied Qingwen to tidy up again, but in their hearts, they were more satisfied with Qingwen.

At night, Qingwen and Qiufu Xuefu slept together in Rongxi Hall, and did not meet Yihongyuan. In Yihong Courtyard, Qiu Wen took the medicine back and returned it to her mother during the day, and told her mother that she didn't want to return Qingwen's body and name, and they hadn't reached such a point yet.

Qiu Wen's mother saw that her daughter had made up her mind, so she didn't say anything, after all, she also wanted to do this kind of thing from time to time, after all, this is about another girl's life, not the usual jealousy, quarreling, so she put the medicine in her money box.