Chitose words

It seems that the few poems and poems written by Xie Zhao himself were indeed very popular with the people with the surname Qinshe, so much so that Qinshe Baojia’s intention to make Western Xinjiang clothes for Xie Zhao can be regarded as sincere. .

On the second day after the flower-viewing banquet, the embroiderer from Qinshe's Embroidery Brocade Workshop was already eager to board the gate of Yitaluo Mansion. This shows that Qinshe Baojia's offer of Xie Zhao's clothes was by no means polite and perfunctory. .

What was unexpected was that the embroiderer who came to tailor Xie Zhao's clothes and was said to be the most skillful in the embroidery workshop turned out to be an old woman with a particularly old appearance, and even had extensive burns and disfigurement on her face.

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

This is not to judge people by their appearance, but because she has already been familiar with the humanities and customs of all four regions of the world, so she knows that the embroiderers of the Qinshe family in Xijiang have all been practicing since childhood.

The embroiderers work hard day and night, doing such delicate embroidery work for many years, which naturally causes great strain on their eyesight over time.

Many embroiderers are only in their early thirties, and their eyes have been burned out, and they can no longer do such delicate work.

Therefore, the job of being an embroiderer of the Qinshe family is very demanding.

In Western Xinjiang, most of the people engaged in this kind of work are young and discerning girls. It is rare to see someone who is still working as an embroiderer full-time in her thirties.

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

Therefore, Xie Zhao really did not expect that the chief embroiderer who came to measure her body on behalf of Qinshe's embroidery workshop would actually be such an old woman.

But after she asked, she found out that the old embroiderer called "Ning Po" was not as old as she looked - she was clearly less than 40 years old, but she actually looked like she was in her 60s or [-]s. old woman.

Ningpo, who is known as a master of Western embroidery skills, was very careful when taking Xie Zhaozhang's measurements.

Although she is no longer young, the movements of her hands are extremely gentle and steady.

As if she was worried about offending this miraculous doctor from the Southern Dynasties, who was highly respected by her family members, she hardly touched Xie Zhao's body during her movements.

Xie Zhao didn't have a bad temper. She opened her arms and looked like she was willing to be manipulated by others and was very cooperative.

This tailor-made process is actually not unfamiliar to her.

Although she traveled around the world when she was young, most of the clothes she wore were the most common Southern Dynasties warrior styles bought from clothing stores.But as a goddess of the Shentai Palace, the robes required for worshiping the gods in the first month of every year are made once a year.

Especially since Xie Zhao grew up very fast before she was 15 years old, almost every year, so the Shentai Palace measured her clothes very frequently.

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

Perhaps in order to make the finished clothes more satisfactory to Xie Yilu, the old embroiderer lowered her head and respectfully asked Xie Zhao about his preferences.

"Mr. Medical Law, although most of the ladies here in Fenglan in Western Xinjiang like clothes with stronger colors, the man in charge of the house specifically told the old slave before leaving the house that you may not be too fond of overly bright colors. As for the color, please ask me carefully before starting work, so as not to make the clothes not to your liking. I don’t know what color style of clothes you prefer.”

Xie Zhao smiled very kindly when he heard this.

"Since the person named Qinshe has good intentions and wants to tailor the local dress for me, I don't have any objection if it is better to make it according to the customary style and standard of your place."

Mainly she didn't want to cause trouble.

Although Xie Zhao himself likes lighter colors and less saturated colors.But since this Ning Po is the chief embroiderer of Qinshe's most famous embroidery workshop, "Xiujin Workshop", she is afraid that the backlog of embroidery waiting for her to be done has already piled up.

Now that Qinshe Baojia was asked to tailor her clothes, she was unlucky enough to have a new job that she couldn't get rid of.If Xie Zhao left Xijiang, those extremely charming Xijiang dresses would be shelved when he walked around the world.That being the case, why bother others to go to the trouble of deliberately designing and customizing it to her liking.

That's really frustrating.

If she had no additional requirements, I think this old embroiderer would be able to use her past experience and ready-made materials to complete the work in a more time-saving and labor-saving manner.

This can be regarded as suitable for both sides.

Po Ning was slightly startled when she heard this.

The next moment, she probably understood that Xie Zhao was doing it for her convenience, so with a hint of gratitude on her face, she bowed her head and said:

"Yes, thank you, Mr. Medical Law."

She paused, then asked hesitantly with an apologetic look:

"Master Medical Law, I still want to ask you something. I don't know if it's inconvenient for you, Master Medical Law."

Ning Po's forehead and left side of her face are covered with scars from extensive burns. 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 bit ferocious. Fierce.

It seemed that Po Ning herself knew that she was disgusting, that she was a "black Sailuo", so she did not dare to raise her head and look directly at others when she spoke, for fear of upsetting the nobles, so she always had an extraordinarily humble and cautious attitude.

But who is Xie Zhao?

She has never seen what kind of mountains of swords and rain of blood, so how can she care about these flashy appearances.

She smiled and said, "Mrs. Ning, please tell me."

Ning Po was stunned and subconsciously raised her head.

She inadvertently met Xie Zhao's eyes, which were as clear as the distant daisy on the cold mountain, gentle and polite, and without a trace of disgust or disgust.

In fact, she had never heard anyone call her "Mrs." with equal respect for many years.

It seems that she has long been accustomed to others calling her with disgust, disgust, or contempt, such as "that black Sailuo", "Mother Ning", "ugly monster" and so on.

And at this moment when she was silent and did not answer, the Southern Dynasty's miracle doctor "Xie Yilu", who was said to be of very noble origin and who was guarded by experts when he came in and out, did not even show the slightest hint of impatience or urging.

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

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

"It's like this, Mr. Medical Law, the person in charge of my mansion yesterday sent someone to deliver several Southern Dynasties poems in the Western Xinjiang writing system, and ordered the old slave to carefully frame them and embroider them."

Xie Zhao was stunned upon hearing this.

It turned out that this job was also assigned to Ning Xiu Niang, who seemed to be quite old.