The afternoon sun hangs lazily in the sky, and the warm and bright light obliquely illuminates the Jinpeng Villa in Dali, making the whole villa look more brilliant. There are no invited friends in the village recently, and there are no thieves who sneak in late at night, and there is peace inside and outside the villa. From time to time, there are gusts of breeze blowing gently, and there is a sense of tranquility and good years.

"Rubbish, it's all a bunch of rubbish! You all claim to be ingenious, claiming to be a rare craftsman in Dali, but you can't even cut a decent purple coat? With the roar of Duan Siming, the prince of Jinpeng in the dormitory, the peaceful atmosphere was broken.

Duan Siming crossed Erlang's legs and sat on a sandalwood chair, holding a stack of clothes drawn by the tailors in his hand, with a look of dissatisfaction and questioning. He looked at the frightened tailors in front of him, and in anger he tore the clothes in his hands to shreds and threw them in the face.

The clothes were scattered in the air like snowflakes, and everyone's hearts sank, and no one dared to say a word with their heads bowed. In just a few days, they have repeatedly learned the moodiness of this prince, and also learned how high Dali's first vision is.

"Those who follow me prosper, and those who oppose me perish" is the way of many kings. But being a king is often constrained by a variety of factors that prevent him from doing so. But for some rich sons and gentlemen, it is completely fine, and Duan Siming, as the prince of Dali, is even easier. For him, there are only likes and dislikes, willing and unwilling, nothing can be done, nothing can be done.

After a long time, Duan Siming said coldly: "Take this pattern back to this king and redraw it, if you can't draw a satisfactory pattern of clothes, this king will make your ass bloom!" After he finished speaking, he subconsciously touched his buttocks, remembering the scene when he was beaten in Yongzhou a few months ago.

When everyone heard this, they subconsciously covered their buttocks with their hands, and looked at each other with grinned teeth, and everyone's hearts were like pressing a thousand catties of boulders, which made them breathless. But they are dumb and eat coptis, and they can't say their bitterness, let alone dare to say it. Everyone understands that even if they can't draw beautiful clothes, at most they will only be beaten by the board, but if they express their dissatisfaction in their hearts, I am afraid that they will not even be able to keep their heads.

The tailors were in a dilemma, and they were in a dilemma, when Gao Jingsi, dressed in red, walked in from outside. He and Duan Siming are inseparable friends, and he is also the only person Duan Siming really trusts, so he comes to Jinpeng Villa as if he is going back to his own home, and no one will stop him.

Duan Siming saw Gao Jingsi coming, and finally had a slight smile on his face. He got up and grabbed Gao Jingsi, pointed to the clothes on the ground that were torn to shreds by him, and then pointed to the tailors in the house, and said, "Brother Gao, you came just in time, come and judge this king!" ”

Gao Jingsi knew Duan Siming too well, and he knew at a glance that Duan Siming was messing around again, but after all, he was different from Duan Siming in terms of status, so he had to pretend to be angry and said: "These guys are really hateful, look at what you have made Brother Wang angry about." If you are so useless again, don't work for Brother Wang, Benhou will teach you a lesson for Brother Wang first! ”

Seeing this, the tailors were almost grinning to the back of their heads, if they weren't afraid that Duan Siming would beat them, they really wanted to hug each other and cry loudly. But they still held back this thought, and unanimously bowed to Duan Siming, and said, "Lord Wang, the villains are incompetent, and they have made the prince angry, and the villains are really frightened. The little people will go back to re-depict it, and they will come to see the prince with new clothes in three days, and the time will make the prince happy. ”

"Get out, get out, get out, get out of here! These words of yours are about to be vomited by the king. Duan Siming said and waved his hand impatiently at everyone, "If you can't get decent clothes in three days, your butt won't be saved!" ”

"Yes...... Yes, let's go ......," said the tailors, and then several of them ran out of the dormitory, and they did not know that they thought that there was a flood of beasts chasing after them.

Duan Siming saw these people leaving, and sighed slightly, "Alas, these people don't have a foot of real ability, but the cow is blowing a foot high!" You say how beautiful it would be for girls to wear beautiful purple clothes, but they are so good, what are they all drawing? Wear it on your body and keep it like a purple eggplant. These people are all hired by this king with a lot of money, do you think this king can not be angry? ”

Gao Jingsi smiled and picked up a few pieces from the ground, took them in his hand and looked at them carefully, "Brother Wang, whether these clothes are placed in Dali, Da Song, or Da Liao, they are still good, why do you have to ask so high?" ”

Duan Siming's face first turned gloomy, then turned sweet, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily curled, muttering: "There is only one Murong Yunyao in the four seas of Kyushu, and only the purple clothes with a unique and distinctive style can be worthy of her." ”

Gao Jingsi smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Wang, what kind of ecstasy soup did that Murong Yunyao pour on you, since you came back last time, your mouth is full of Murong Yunyao, and I am annoyed to listen to it." Your dream is not to marry a hundred princesses, why bother staring at her? ”

Duan Siming rolled his eyes at Gao Jingsi and said, "You don't have a favorite girl, so you naturally don't understand this feeling." A hundred princesses must also have one and a hundred, some are the love of their lives, and some are dewy love. Murong Yunyao is the one in the king's heart, if the king can't marry her, what else do you want to do? ”

Gao Jingsi nodded helplessly, "Brother Wang, I have convinced you!" Since you are going to make a purple dress that is one in a million, why not spread the news to the world, so that all the tailors from all over the world will gather here, and everyone will fight on the spot, and the winner will be rewarded with a thousand taels. There will be masterpieces under the heavy reward, and it will not be long before there will be a style that Brother Wang is satisfied with. ”

Duan Siming laughed when he heard this: "Good idea, I'll let my subordinates spread the news, there are so many tailors in the world, why worry about not finding one or two satisfactory styles!" ”

Five days later, in front of the main hall of Jinpeng Villa.

The main hall of the palace, for most of the princes who are shrewd and powerful, is a place to deal with affairs and convene staff to discuss matters. But for a prince like Duan Siming, who has no intention of political affairs and cannot concentrate on political affairs, he often does not go to the main hall for several years. If it weren't for the fact that the front of the main hall was very spacious, Duan Siming would never have summoned the first tailors here to compete.

At this time, Duan Siming sat on the steps in front of the main hall, and dozens of long tables were neatly arranged under the steps, and behind each long table sat a tailor who was famous for one party. Duan Siming sometimes looked at this, sometimes at that, and when he was tired of sitting, he walked to everyone's side, his eyes scanning over their works one by one.

As soon as the day dawned, everyone sat here with excitement, pondering the style of clothes. For the sake of the golden thousand taels, everyone used their strength to eat. Unconsciously, the sun has slowly set in the west, and the morning glow has gradually turned into the sunset, but no one has finished it. Duan Siming had been waiting impatiently for a long time, and kept urging him, but everyone still didn't hear it.

(End of chapter)