After sending off Xia Yichen's four little wives, Mu Huayin was instantly deflated and collapsed in the chair.

According to Concubine De, the day after tomorrow is the emperor's birthday banquet.

She wondered if time was running out.

If she doesn't do it, it's too late, and she must act as soon as possible.

She called Ruxiang, "Quick, quickly take out your talents, help your master and me make a purse, it doesn't matter what the style and color are, just try to do a good job." ”

After all, it is in her name, and she has to be dedicated to the emperor in public, even if the emperor can't look down on her, she can't be too embarrassed, right?

Rue Xiang's face showed a hint of embarrassment, "Master, slaves and maids don't know how to embroider purses." ”

Mu Huayin's eyes widened, "What? You won't? ”

Wouldn't you even be embarrassed to be someone's maidservant with a purse?

Rue Xiang seemed to understand what she meant, and said in a rather aggrieved tone, "Slaves and maids have not liked talents such as female celebrities since they were children, so no one forced slaves and maids to ......"

She grew up in Muxiang Mansion since she was a child, and her mother is a housekeeper with a certain status in the house, so she has been treated better than other subordinates since she was a child.

Otherwise, she would not have become the dowry maid of Mu Huayin, the concubine of the Prime Minister's house.

Besides, as long as a slave can serve the master, it doesn't necessarily have to be a female celebrity.

Mu Huayin looked at her face full of grievances and helped her forehead.

That's it, if you don't know, forget it, it's a big deal to find someone else.

"You go and call the other palace maids for me."

She didn't believe it, none of the palace maids in Fengqi Palace knew how to embroider purses.

Rue Xiang understood what she meant, and hurriedly persuaded her, "Master, don't do it, if you let others help and the emperor knows, this is a crime of deception." ”

The palace maids of Fengqi Palace are not Mu Huayin's personal maidservants in the end, who dares to guarantee that they have no two hearts.

Mu Huayin disagreed, "What kind of bully, anyway, the emperor may not be able to look at it." ”

Isn't it just an errand?

She didn't expect any reward from the emperor, as the emperor said that day, what she wanted the emperor would not give her.

Seeing that she insisted on finding someone to do it for her, Rue Xiang was heartbroken, gritted her teeth and said, "Master, let the slave and maid help you do it, but the slave and maid said it first, if the slave and maid do not do well, you can't blame the slave and the maid." ”

"It's okay, it's okay, how can I blame you, I'm optimistic about you."

Mu Huayin saw that she promised to help herself, so she smiled and hugged her shoulder.

"Then you do it first, I'll go to sleep."

So she climbed into bed and went to sleep.

This slept until it was dark.

Candles were lit in the Fengqi Palace.

Mu Huayin took the purse that Rue Xiang handed over to her in her hand and leaned under the lamp to take a look.

"I thought, you made this purse shape a king?"

Rue Xiang's face turned red when she heard this, "No, master, this is an ordinary round purse." ”

"And what are you embroidering here, or is it earthy yellow?"

Rue Xiang forcibly explained to herself, "Isn't it the master that you said that the color and style don't matter?" ”

Mu Huayin glanced at her deeply.

It doesn't matter anymore, how can she, the queen, get her hands on such a thing?

"Master, you said that you don't blame the slave maid......"

Mu Huayin suddenly felt that she had a headache.

She sighed.

"Forget it, I'll do it myself."

It seems that you can't really count on anyone else for this.

So Mu Huayin picked up the needle and thread, sat under the lamp, and began to make her purse seriously and hard.

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You can look forward to what kind of purse our queen will make in the end.