The Anarchic Consort of the Prince

Yu Qingqing shook her head, "You are now looking at the mother's sewing clothes are well sewed, it is more than ten years of tempering. Although the clothes I sewed were not too ugly, they were not as good as the clothes I bought. It’s all exposed, your dad still wears it on the street, it’s beautiful."

"That's to make you happy, I'm afraid you won't sew him in the future, so I may feel uncomfortable!" Yun Qingyue intentionally said: "Later I will marry you home, I thought I would not wear it, I found out Seeing that your craftsmanship has improved, it is directly comparable to clever embroidering, even better than embroidering, so I continued to wear it until now."

"You girl!" Yu Qingqing took the time to slay Yun Qianyue's forehead with her hand and smiled and scolded: "No serious words!"

Yun Qingyue sat down next to Yu Qingqing and stopped talking, watching her sew clothes.

"Jing Shizi and your father have entered the palace again?" Yu Qingqing asked.

"Well, into the palace!" Yun Qingyue nodded.

Yu Qingqing sighed, "That day Niang was also in the palace. Since I was a child, the seven princes have looked at me as a stubborn temper, and they must be sure of one thing, even if they reach the Yellow River. Identity, status, plus this pair of identified qualities, such people are actually the most terrifying."

Yun Qianyue did not speak.

"My mother didn't know what you had done with the Seventh Prince, and she secretly observed for a while and found that every time you stayed with him, it was the happiest time. I thought you liked him, so I didn't stop it. Until Later, I knew that Xiao Jing liked you too, but you kept avoiding him. My father and I thought you wouldn't stop Xiao Jing, and you wouldn't stop it." Yu Qingqing sighed, "Who knows this is the case today. But Even if we know it, it’s probably about me and your father’s temperament. It won’t stop you. After all, we will respect your ideas and wishes, and everything will go with it. Nowadays, this is a cause and effect.”

Yun Qianyue reached out and rubbed his forehead. He was depressed and said: "Can you not mention him, I will have a headache when you mention him."

"Okay, don't mention it! It's your own business, solve it yourself! You can't solve it, and there is Xiaojing!" Yu Qingqing stopped.

Yun Qianyue wondered where there is such an easy solution? She and Ye Tianyi have entered a dead end. Even though people all over the world looked at her, Rong Jing and him, she repeatedly turned his face at him, making him a laughingstock. Although no one dared to laugh at him, it was a disgrace to his dignity and face. But he was not afraid. He is so and so, what can he do other than force her to go that way? Perhaps, that path will go even if not because of her, because there is Rong Jing. She was too lazy to think again, let go, and said to Yu Qingqing: "Mother, teach me to sew clothes!"

Yu Qingqing froze for a moment, and suddenly smiled, "Do you want to make Xiaojing clothes?"

Yun Qianyue originally wanted to refute, but then swallowed it back to his mouth, and responded, "Well!"

"Well, Niang teaches you! Xiaojing is estimated to be broken!" Yu Qingqing laughed.

Yun Qingyue groaned, "He might think that I don't wear well and don't wear it! That person is more difficult to serve than my father, and everything is the best. Pay attention! The prince is not as honorable as his noble son. ."

Yu Qingqing chuckled, "My daughter has grown up!" The words fell, she added: "Xiao Jing is really hard to wait for, but it depends on your skills!"

Yun Qianyue raised her eyebrows and thought secretly that she would learn to sew clothes for him. If he didn't wear them, don't think about her in the future. Based on this idea, she urged: "You will hand it to me!"

"You just came back from the outside, are you tired?" Yu Qingqing asked Yun Qiangyue.

"Not tired!" Yun Qianyue shook his head. "I haven't done anything these days, so I walked for a while in the morning, so tired!"

"Okay, I will teach you now!" Yu Qingqing spread out her clothes and began to teach Yun Qianyue how to cut and stitch.

Yun Qianyue listened carefully. She couldn’t be cut by cutting. She used to be a costume designer for the task. She was clever and easy to understand. Although she hadn’t studied it deeply, it combined with the ability to expand the thinking of painting is better than the average person. Much more. The hard part is stitching. But fortunately, she remembered the stitches very quickly, and after seeing clearly, she reached out and grabbed the clothes in Yu Qingqing's hand, "Mother, give me a try!"

"No! Try to wipe the cloth yourself. I'm almost done with this, but I can't let you ruin it." Yu Qingqing refused.

Yun Qianyue glared at her, "I might not be better than your sewing!"

"If you have a mother, you have a daughter. I destroyed several pieces of cloth to make a dress. Do you think I will believe you can sew it the first time?" Yu Qingqing glanced at Yun Qianyue.

Yun Qianyue rolled his eyes, "Have you ever heard that blue is better than blue?"

"There are some places where you are more pro-blue than Niangqing, but you don't believe you." Yu Qingqing still shook her head.

Yun Qianyue saw her look like she would never give her a shout, "Ling Lian!"

"Miss!" Ling Lian answered immediately.

"Go to Rongwang Mansion and look for Qingshang to get a piece of cloth. The piece of silk silk brocade is the one worn by Rong Jing." Yun Qianyue told Ling Lian.

"Yes, slave-maid will go here!" Ling Lian said quickly.

"Wait, tell Qing Shang not to tell Rong Jing." Yun Qianyue added.

"Yes!" Ling Lian answered.

Yun Qianyue turned to Yu Qingqing and said: "Look at it, I will do better than you."

"For the first time, I used Xiaojing's Tian silk brocade to make clothes, and I was careful when I was full of words. When I was done, I couldn't wipe my face." Yu Qingqing gave Yun Qingyue a funny look.

Yun Qingyue snorted to her. If she didn't look too much like her, she doubted whether this woman was her mother. Where does it look like being a bitch? The gentle and loving woman she remembered when she was born until she was two years old couldn't catch up. She crooked and lay on the bed with her head resting on her lap.

"Be careful of the needle sticking to you." Yu Qingqing stared at Yun Qianyue.

"Isn't your craft very good, are you afraid of sticking to me?" Yun Qianyue closed her eyes. "If you want to be willing, you can stick."

"No wonder your grandfather called you a stinky girl!" Yu Qingqing looked at her helplessly, clothes and needles can only be raised to avoid her.

Yun Qianyue stopped talking. The mother and daughter had a false sleep, and the other continued to thread the needle.

Not long after, Ling Lian returned from Rongwang Mansion, not only holding a piece of cloth in her hand, but she was followed by Qing Shang. Qing Shang held a dress in her hand. Qingshang met Yun Qianyue, her nose and eyes were all smiles, "Miss Qianyue, the slave-maid is afraid that you don’t have a tailored contrast style, and brought my Shizi robe. You will definitely see Shizi when he sees it. Very happy."

Yun Qingyue looked at Qing Shang, "How do you know I want to make clothes for him?"

Qing Shang smiled with her mouth covered, "On this day, silk cloth is made of clothes except for the veil of Shizi. If you want such a large piece of cloth, you can never make a veil for Shizi, and you will not let the slave-in-law tell Shizi. I made clothes for Shizi."

Yun Qingyue hadn't spoken yet, and Yu Qingqing smiled: "Little girl is very smart!"

"Can there be a fool around him?" Yun Qianyue refuted Yu Qingqing's sentence, waved at Qing Shang, and warned: "It is not allowed to tell him about this."

"The slave-maid doesn't tell me, the slave-maid hopes Shizi will put on the clothes you made tomorrow." Qing Chang threw a sentence with a smile, put down the clothes, and turned away.

Yun Qianyue took a look at the dress. In fact, she didn't need to look at it. For so long, the style and size of the clothes Rong Jing wore had already been familiar to her. But she didn't want to do the same style as he wears now, so she took some pen and ink and drew several patterns on the rice paper at the table, and then held a few patterns and compared them.

Yu Qingqing saw Yun Qianyue writing and drawing at the table, threw down her clothes, walked over to see it curiously, and praised the authenticity: "My daughter is indeed smart, maybe you are right, you can make clothes for the first time than your mother. Well done."

"Of course!" Yun Qianyue raised her eyebrows proudly, chose a style she thought was the best, and began to take scissors to cut the cloth. Yu Qingqing stood by and looked at Yun Qingyue, doing it for the first time, the posture and technique were so accurate that she felt incredible, and muttered: "It seems that the mother is really old."

"Old?" Yun Qingyue angrily said to her, "If you go to the mirror, if I say you are my sister, nobody will believe it."

Yu Qingqing immediately smiled and gave Yun Qianyue a sigh, and sighed: "You are an adult, and if you marry someone sooner, the mother can hold her grandson. The face is not old, and the son is old."

Yun Qianyue didn't speak, thinking that if Li Zizi was old, she could also hold her grandson.

Yu Zi Shu Xiang Wu Shi came to the Qingyue Pavilion from the old Yun Yun’s yard for a while, saw Yun Qianyue’s robe, carefully examined it, and laughed: "Yun'er should also be a good wife and mother Now!"

Yun Qianyue blushed, thinking that she had bought clothes for Xiaoqi every time for so many years. Now, how many years now, does he think of buying clothes for him every time he wears clothes? It must have been remembered! Now she sews clothes for others, but what about him? What about his man sewing? She was sad in her heart and said to him: "If you stay in Tiansheng for a few more days, I will make two clothes for you. However, Prince Yu can't let me do it in vain. I want to collect cash."

"Good!" Yu Zishu suddenly smiled and nodded slowly.

Yu Zishu left Yun Wang Mansion and went to Rong Wang Mansion. After her figure appeared in Qingyue Pavilion, Yu Qingqing knocked on Yun Qianyue's head and scolded, "Dead girl!"

Yun Qianyue opened her hand, and because of her mother, she couldn't fight back and just stared at her.

On this day, Yu Qingqing and Yun Qianyue were locked in the room to make clothes. Talk a few times from time to time.

At night, Yun Qiangyue's robe was half done. It was not as terrible as Yu Qingqing imagined. Although her hands were more alive, she did better than the ordinary embroidered mother. If you don’t look closely, it’s almost impossible to see. What’s more outstanding is the style she cuts. For Tiansheng, it’s a unique one. This kind of dress adds a little more splendidness to the beautiful silk silk brocade. .

At about ten in the evening, Lord Yun returned from the palace and came to Qianyue Pavilion. He saw the robe in Yun Qianyue's hand, praised it, and sighed again, "Daughter surname!", and then put on Yuqing beautifully Qing sewed the robe he sewed.

Yun Qianyue rolled several eyes at him in a row.

After dinner, the sky was dark, and Yun Yunye and Yu Qingqing left. Yu Qingqing naturally couldn't stare at her face and swaggered over the city, but it turned out to be the appearance that Lord Yun Yun followed long after him.

Yun Qianyue lingered in the belly of the two who had left for a while. Seeing that it was too early, he continued sewing.

There was a strange wind outside, Linglian and Yixue, and the dark guards of Qianyue Pavilion appeared together, stopping the coming person.

Yun Qianyue glanced out of the window and saw Ye Qingran standing in the middle of the siege. Before the old people arrived, the sound was heard first. She frowned, put away the robe in her hand, moved up to the bed, and reached out to open the window.

The window opened and a cold wind blew, and the temperature in the room suddenly dropped.

Ling Lian and Yi Xue and Yin Wei watched her together. She waved her hand and everyone retreated.

"Little girl!" Ye Qingran looked at Yun Qingyue in the window, and she opened her mouth, her voice extremely dumb.

Yun Qianyue looked at him. Although the night was dark, his breath was darker than the night, and people were a little haggard. His robe slowly had deep folds. It can be seen that he might not be able to rest in these days. She looked at him and did not speak.

"Little girl, in your heart, what can I rank?" Ye Qingran stared at Yun Qiangyue's face and asked again.

Yun Qianyue's eyes moved slightly, still watching him not speaking.

"I'm afraid that even the third, fourth, and fifth can't be ranked? Can it be ranked tenth? Or twentieth?" Ye Qingran looked at Yun Qianyue and saw her slightly pursed lips, he lowered his eyes. Eyelash, tone very bitterly said: "Or I overestimate myself, it is insignificant."

Yun Qingyue finally spoke, and his voice was soft, "Yan Qingran, you came to me just to say this? I don't think we need to discuss this."

"I overestimated myself and overestimated you." Ye Qingran didn't seem to hear Yun Qianyue's words, whispering. When his words fell, Yun Qianyue suddenly reached out to close the window. He noticed Yun Qianyue's movements, first shot to stop her, raised his head, looked at her, a pair of eyes had something flowing, and seemed to have made a certain determination In general, I said one by one: "Little girl, let's cut off our robe!"