It seems that the few poems written by Xie Zhao himself are really very popular with the people with the surname of Qin Zhao, so that Qin Hao Baojia's intention to make a dress in the west for Xie Zhao is full of sincerity.

On the second day after the end of the flower-viewing feast, the embroidery lady of the Qinxuan Embroidery Brocade Workshop was impatient to board the gate of the Ilvara Mansion, which shows that it was not polite and perfunctory for Qinluxe Baojia to give Xie Zhao clothes.

It's just unexpected that the embroidery lady who came to Xie Zhao to tailor the clothes and is said to be the most ingenious crafts in the embroidery brocade workshop is actually an old woman who is extremely old and even left with a large area of burns and disfigurement on her face.

When Xie Zhao first saw the old embroiderer, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

This is not because of appearance, but because she had an earlier understanding of the humanities and customs of the four realms of the world, so she knew that the embroidery girls of the Xijiang Qin Luxury clan were all young artists.

And the embroidery girls have been working day and night to deplete their eyes, and they have been doing such fine embroidery work for many years, and they have greatly damaged their eyesight for a long time.

Many embroiderers are only in their early thirties, and their eyes have been burned out, and they can no longer do this kind of work that is too delicate.

Therefore, the embroidery girl of the Qin luxury clan is a very picky age for a living.

In Western Xinjiang, most of the girls who are engaged in this kind of work are young and sharp-eyed girls, and it is rare to see people who are still working full-time as embroiderers in their first year.

It's not that they don't want to, but they can't, the host dislikes them for being "old", slow and clumsy, and the tricks in their minds are not trendy enough.

Therefore, Xie Zhao really didn't expect that the chief embroiderer who came to measure her body on behalf of the Qin Hao Clan's Embroidery Brocade Workshop would be such an elderly woman.

But when she asked, she realized that this old embroidery girl called "Ning Po" was actually not as old as she looked - she was still less than forty years old, but she actually looked like an old woman of fifty or sixty years old.

This Ning Po, who is known as a master of Western embroidery skills, is very careful in her manners and movements when measuring Xie Zhao's circumference.

Although she is not young anymore, the movements of her hands are extraordinarily gentle and steady.

As if she was worried that she would offend the divine doctor from the Southern Dynasty, who was very respected by the people in charge of her family, she would hardly touch Xie Zhao's body during her movements.

Xie Zhao didn't have a temper, she opened her arms and looked like she was honest and at the mercy of others, and she was very cooperative.

This tailor-made process is actually no stranger to her.

Although she walked the rivers and lakes when she was young, most of the clothes she wore were the most common styles of martial artists of the Southern Dynasty bought by ready-to-wear shops. But as the goddess of the Shentai Palace, the robes of the gods and goddesses required for the worship of the heavens in the first month of each year are made once a year.

Especially before Xie Zhao was fifteen years old, she grew up quickly, almost every year, so the frequency of Shentai Palace's clothing for her was correspondingly fast.

Ning Po's movements were light and fast, and she quickly completed the task at hand.

Maybe it was for the finished clothes to make the Xie Yilu in front of her more satisfied, so the old embroidery girl hung her head and respectfully asked Xie Zhao's preferences.

"Lord Yilu, although most of the nobles here in Xijiang prefer cloth styles with strong colors, but before leaving the mansion, the person surnamed the head of the mansion specially explained to the old slave, saying that you may not be too partial to overly bright colors, so that the old slave must ask carefully before starting the work, so as not to make the clothes not in line with the mind of the Lord Yilu, and I don't know what color and style of clothes you prefer."

Xie Zhao smiled very kindly when he heard this.

"Since it is the kindness of the person surnamed Qin Hao to cut the local skirt for me, why don't you follow the style and system agreed in your place, I have no opinion."

She mainly didn't want to cause trouble.

Although Xie Zhao himself likes lighter colors, not too saturated and prominent colors. But since this Ning Po is the chief embroiderer of the most famous embroidery workshop "Embroidery Brocade Workshop" of the Qin Hao clan, she is afraid that the backlog of embroidery waiting for her to do in her hands has already piled up.

Now that she was explained by Qin Hao Baojia to tailor her clothes, she was unlucky enough to have a new errand that she couldn't get rid of.

If Xie Zhao left and right in the Western Xinjiang, those extremely charming Western Xinjiang dresses would also be shelved when he walked the rivers and lakes. That being the case, why bother others to deliberately design and customize it to her liking.

That's just a lot of a toss-up.

If she has no additional requirements, she can use her past experience and ready-made materials to complete the work more time-saving and labor-saving.

It's a good idea of both worlds.

Ning Po was slightly stunned when she heard this.

The next moment, she probably understood that Xie Zhao was doing something for her, so with a trace of gratitude on her face, she said again and again:

"Yes, thank you."

She paused, and then asked with an apologetic expression:

"Master Doctor, there is something I still want to ask you about, I don't know if it is inconvenient for Lord Doctor."

Ning Po's forehead and the left side of her face are scars after extensive burns, and these pitted scars have gradually become red and eye-catching over the years, so that any subtle expression on Ning Po's face looks a little hideous.

It seems that Ning Po herself knows that her face is hateful, she is a "black Sailuo", so she does not dare to look up at others when she speaks, for fear of upsetting the nobles, and she always has a very humble caution.

But who is Xie Zhao?

What kind of sword mountain blood rain she has never seen, how can she care about these flashy and false appearances.

She smiled and said, "Mrs. Ning, please speak." ”

Ning Po was stunned and subconsciously raised her head.

She inadvertently met Xie Zhao's eyebrows and eyes that were as clear as the cold mountains and far away, gentle and polite, and there was not the slightest trace of disgust and disgust.

In fact, she hadn't heard anyone call herself "madam" as an equal and respectful person for many, many years.

It seems that she has long been accustomed to being called by others who are either disgusted, disgusted, or disdainful by calling her "that black Sailuo", "Ning Pozi", "ugly eight monsters" and so on.

And at the moment when she was silent and did not answer, the Southern Dynasty divine doctor "Xie Yilu", who was said to be of a very noble background and was guarded by experts in and out, did not even leak the slightest hint of impatience or urging.

She just looked at her quietly with warm eyes, especially tolerant, waiting for her to speak.

After being stunned for a moment, Ning Po suddenly came back to her senses and buried her head again obediently.

"That's right, Lord Yilu, the person in charge of the Mansion sent someone yesterday to send a few poems of the Southern Dynasty in the Western Xinjiang script system, and ordered the old slave to frame them with his heart and engrave the backing."

Xie Zhao was stunned when he heard this.

It turned out that this job was actually arranged for Ning Xiuniang, who looked quite old.