Concubine of the Prime Minister's Mansion: The princess is not to be messed with

Chapter 63
The first time Mo Qingling saw Mo Xianyu, she felt that way.This woman has an appearance like a fairy, but she is definitely not a woman with a heart like a fairy.Her style is very similar to the Luo Bingxue she saw that day.They are all dressed in beautiful and fairy white dresses, and they all follow the fairy route.It's just that Luo Bingxue has a noble heart in her bones. Although Mo Xianyu is not bad, she looks more approachable.Eyebrows look like distant mountains with Dai, and a pair of beautiful eyes that seem to be smiling but not smiling look forward to shine.In terms of appearance, there is not much difference between the two, it's just that Mo Xianyu is more pleasing.

Although Mo Xianyu's words seemed to be concerned about Mo Qingling, it was not the case.Isn't this Mo Xianyu talking about her bad luck?Using her mother as an excuse, Mo Qingling suddenly felt that her big sister was very interesting.

Mo Qingling pretended to be overwhelmed, lowered his head slightly, and said in a low voice: "Where is the big sister, how dare Qingling blame the big sister. Big, big sister, remember Qingling in her heart, and Qingling will do it I was very happy in my heart.

Mo Xianyu twitched her lips secretly. She, the second younger sister, was an unworthy person, so she didn't talk too much.She just wanted to show herself, what a kind woman she is.This is just at home and doesn't need to show so much.

"Okay, let's pick some materials! The Mid-Autumn Festival will be held soon, and you must not lose the face of the Prime Minister when you dress this way." Mrs. Mo pointed at the few pieces of cloth placed on the table, facing Mo Qingling Said.

Mo Qingling nodded and walked to the table.Fortunately, Mo Qingling didn't come over with the cloth that his wife gave yesterday, as expected, cloth was prepared here.

Mo Qingling took a look from the corner of her eye, Mo Xianyu and the others had picked out the cloths long ago, and those selected cloths were carried by their respective maids.Even, those three aunts all had a share, but what was placed in front of Mo Qingling were all their leftovers.Only two or three horses were placed on the table in pieces.Although the fabric is also good, but the color is a bit old.Mo Qingling had no choice but to choose, a piece of year-old blue fabric, and a piece of lake green fabric.

After picking out the cloth, the tailor measured the size for the young lady and aunts, agreed to deliver it in three days, took the reward and left.

Then a group of women sat in the flower hall drinking tea and talking.The content of the speech was very boring, and from time to time, he would naturally say something to ridicule Mo Qingling.Mo Qingling just listened, neither answered nor spoke.Let them be proud for a while, she is not in the mood to play tricks with these women.However, what I have to sigh is that the women in the backyard speak art.There is a needle hidden in the cotton, and the surface is harmonious, but in fact the dark tide is raging.If you don't understand a sentence, maybe you will be led into a ditch.

After talking for more than an hour, Mrs. Mo let them go back.Before leaving, he did not forget to give Mo Qingling a lesson.Say what?You must abide by the rules and learn more etiquette at home, so as not to lose the face of the prime minister when the time comes.

Mo Qingling was puzzled, asked her to learn etiquette, but didn't let her be taught.This Mrs. Mo is really interesting, but she didn't see that this Mrs. Mo is also a person who just talks but doesn't practice.

After Mo Qingling left the main courtyard, he returned to his own laurel garden.Walking on the road, I suddenly felt that today in my wife's room, it seemed that something was missing.By the way, it was Si Yiniang and Mo Qingqing, these two women never mentioned her in the wife's room.Then Mo Lin'er, the third aunt, and the fifth aunt, did not know how many times Ming Chao had ridiculed her in this one hour.But the only thing is, these four aunts are not with Mo Qingqing, what's the matter, these two women have changed their sex today, Mo Qingling is a little puzzled.

Three days later, the tailor delivered the clothes. Mo Qingling's clothes were delivered by Cuilan from the wife's room.When Cuilan left, Mo Qingling inevitably rewarded her with some money.Cuilan's eyebrows and eyes were full of smiles, and she thanked him for speaking skillfully about some things in the wife's room.But what is it talking about?It's just that the master hasn't come to the madam's courtyard recently.Mo Qingling had no interest in this information.Cuilan left happily, Mo Qingling looked at the finished clothes, and frowned involuntarily.Can I wear this dress?She knew without trying it that the dress was too big for her.

"How does this tailor make the clothes? They all measure the size!" Shuangxue picked up the two clothes that Mo Qingling could wear.

Mo Qingling snorted and said, "Needless to say, the tailor is obviously not sad. However, I'm afraid Madam acquiesced to this!"

"It's true Madam." Shuangxue put down the clothes in her hands, feeling that Madam was going too far.

"Miss, if you wear this to the palace, you might as well wear the clothes we made ourselves!" The clothes they make are much more beautiful than the clothes made by this tailor.

Mo Qingling shook her head with a sneer and said, "Madam specially asked someone to make it. How can I not wear it? I'm going to wear this dress. See, whose face will be lost by then."

Mo Qingling handed the clothes to Shuangxue, left the flower hall, turned around and went back to her room.

Nalan Jiuge was teaching Mo Qingyan how to write. Mo Qingyan was sitting on the couch with his knees bent, writing on the small table.Nalan Jiuge was wearing a red robe loosely, and his black hair was not tied up, only tied loosely with a silk ribbon.Leaning crookedly on the couch, it is full of charm.Also man, such a handsome man as Nalan Jiuge, staying with Mo Qingling in this room every day, feels very seductive.Shuangxue naturally felt the same way, thinking that Mr. Nalan was as good-looking as the goblin in the storyteller's book.

"What? But another good gift came." Nalan Jiuge asked curiously seeing Shuangxue entering the room with something in her hand.

Before Mo Qingling could answer, Shuangxue said, "What's good? It's just junk! Good things are all destroyed." Obviously those materials are good, although the color is not good, but the clothes made out , like this.It really is, pity those fabrics too.How good would it be to give it to her?She made some beautiful clothes for the lady.Shuangxue thought about it again, isn't there some good cloth in the warehouse?When the time comes, she will take it and make something nice for the lady herself.This young lady entered the palace for the first time, and the uncle will also go in the future.When the time comes, the young lady will go there wearing clothes that don't fit well, and it will be a joke for others.She can't let the lady be seen as a joke.

"What's wrong?" Seeing Shuangxue so angry, Nalan Jiuge asked her.

Mo Qingling's reaction was flat, she walked to Mo Qingyan's side, and stretched out to see what Mo Qingyan wrote.In the past few days, Mo Qingling also learned some words from Nalan Jiuge with Mo Qingyan, and she also knew the characters.The text of this apocalypse is somewhat like the oracle bone inscriptions in ancient China.It's just that after listening to Nalan Jiuge's simple explanation, Mo Qingling understood.In her previous life, she also learned calligraphy since she was a child, so writing is naturally a no-brainer.It's just that Mo Qingling hasn't used a brush to write.

For Mo Qingling's rapid learning ability, Nalan Jiuge felt very surprised.He thought to himself, this Mo Qingling, he must be a genius!

"A few days ago, didn't Madam ask Miss to go to her courtyard to take measurements? She said that she wanted to make clothes for entering the palace to attend the night banquet, so as not to embarrass the prime minister. It's not like you don't know, our courtyard was originally It's far away from the main courtyard. It's too late now, and all the good cloth has been selected. Miss, I finally picked two, which are still good cloth. You know, the tailor who made the clothes didn't care, After clearly measuring the size, the clothes made are so big that there is no way to wear them." Shuangxue felt very angry when she said that.

"Oh?" Nalan Jiuge nodded, and looked at Mo Qingling who was teaching Mo Qingyan to write.Look at her, she doesn't really care about it!But speaking of it, he had been with Mo Qingling for a while, and he really hadn't seen that Mo Qingling cared about anything other than Mo Qingyan.Drugs were added to the meal, if it was someone else, they would have already started to make trouble!However, this Mo Qingling didn't say anything, but started to do it by himself.In other words, Mo Qingling felt to him that he was not someone to provoke.However, she was so silent, Nalan Jiuge also felt that she was a bit useless.

However, from Shuangxue's words, going to the palace to attend a banquet is already a big event.That's it, wearing clothes that don't fit is really bad.He saw that most of Mo Qingling's clothes were good for everyday wear, and there were no clothes suitable for such grand occasions.Nalan Jiuge wondered if he should go and find good clothes for Mo Qingling, since this was not a difficult task for him.Now, his wounds have scabbed over, and he can run and jump.Yesterday, I got up early, went to the small bamboo forest with Mo Qingling and the others, and taught them how to practice!Therefore, he can go wherever he wants now, and there is no problem in going wherever he wants.

Mo Qingling just focused on watching Mo Qingyan write, not knowing that Shuangxue and Nalan Jiuge had their own thoughts.That is, no matter what, let the lady (Mo Qingling) wear good clothes when she goes to see the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet.

As night falls, Wulipo outside the city.

The forest under the night is quiet, only the chirping of some insects can be heard.Occasionally, the cry of small animals in the forest can be heard.Under the faint moonlight, the mountains and forests will not be completely dark and invisible.

Outside the simple tent, a man wearing a black python robe and a purple gold crown looked at the crescent moon in the sky with his back to the tent.That man was eight feet long and had a strong physique. Just looking at his back made people fascinated.The cold moonlight shone on him, making him look a bit lonely.Although standing in the middle of the mountains and forests, but there is a bit of a sense of indomitable spirit.

(End of this chapter)