Dou Po starts with capturing the goddess

Chapter 220 If you bow your head but don't see your toes, you are already stunning in the world (Third watch, please subscribe, please ask for a monthly pass!)

"There are some more, I'll bring them to you later. As for the seamstress"

Ya Fei shook her head, and immediately said: "Tomorrow I will ask my subordinates, there are so many tailor shops and clothes shops in the imperial capital, so I should be able to find a seamstress. But what do you want? Clothes?"

When she said the last sentence, Ya Fei blushed slightly.

Chen Mo bought some embarrassing dresses for her, and now he is looking for a seamstress to make such a dress, right?
Ya Fei felt a little nervous.

"Secret. As long as you know that there is your concubine, I can assure you that you have never seen this thing before." Chen Mo said.

Hearing this, Ya Fei became more and more sure of what it was that was embarrassing, she slapped Chen Mo's chest with her slender hands in embarrassment, calling a villain in a low voice.

Because thinking about it might be a matter of privacy.

The next day, Ya Fei asked her confidant maid to inquire, and said: "It's best to be strict and not to meddle in other people's business. Follow these two requirements."

"Yes."

With the influence of the Mittel family, it is not easy to find a seamstress who meets the requirements in the imperial capital.

In the afternoon, the maid gave Ya Fei the detailed information of the person she had found.

After taking a look at it, Yafei thought it was good, so she also showed it to Chen Mo.

"Song Qingjun, widow?"

Chen Mo glanced at the information, and looked at Ya Fei with a look of surprise.

"Among the seamstresses in the imperial capital, she is the one with the best craftsmanship, the strictest mouth, no meddling in other people's affairs, and a timid temper. She also has a grandfather to take care of. She is the best to control and not spread the news."

After all, the things she made were for herself to wear, so of course Ya Fei had to prepare for privacy in advance.

"Uh"

I'll let you find a seamstress with good craftsmanship, not so particular.

However, Chen Mo didn't say much, and carefully read Song Qingjun's detailed information.

18 years old, ordinary family, fifth level fighting spirit.

He killed two husbands in succession.

The first husband was the son of the servant of the Ministry of Rites. On the night of the wedding, he died suddenly in the room before entering the bridal chamber.

The second husband was the owner of a tailor shop in the imperial capital, but this time, there was a great turmoil in the imperial capital, and the second husband died in the turmoil a few months ago.

Since then, Song Qingjun's reputation has been bad, and he has been dubbed Kefu, and he has been silent ever since.

Oh boy!
"Bring me to meet you." Chen Mo didn't care about this, as long as the craftsmanship is good.

Yafei beckoned and asked the maid to bring him over.

waiting room.

Yafei and Chen Mo met Song Qingjun.

Tall, wearing a black skirt, simple and clean, with a black scarf covering her face, revealing a pair of beautiful eyes.

There was a bit of tension and fear in the eyes at this moment.

A woman's bun was tied on her head, and a delicate jade hairpin was inserted, and her hands were folded on her waist, giving her the feeling of a small family.

However, at this moment, the eyes of both of them were fixed on Song Qingjun's bulging skirt.

Ya Fei voiced her heart: "This is too big."

Chen Mo remembered a sentence.

If you bow your head but don't see your toes, you are already a stunning beauty in the world.

These words do not deceive me.

Seeing where the eyes of the two stayed, Song Qingjun felt even more uneasy, and quickly lowered her head, her delicate body trembling slightly.

Sensing Chen Mo's gaze, Ya Fei glared at the maid next to her, as if to say, how did you find it?

The maid looked puzzled.

"Here's a drawing of something I asked you to make, can you do it?"

Chen Mo handed over the drawn stocking pattern.

Yafei wanted to see it, but she was immediately blindfolded by Chen Mo: "Didn't I say this is a secret, and I will give you a surprise then."

"Hmph, if you don't look at it, don't look at it." Yafei gave Chen Mo a blank look, and turned around.

Song Qingjun took it carefully, and just glanced at it, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"Then I didn't draw that well, but what I want to make is this kind of thing. It has a strong sense of stretch and is light and thin." Chen Mo briefly talked about its characteristics.

"It can be made." Song Qingjun nodded in a low voice, his voice was like an oriole.

"Very good, then you can make a sample with ordinary fabric and show me. If I think it is good, I will give you the ice silk, and you can make a few more with ice silk."

Yafei didn't give Chen Mo much ice silk, so naturally Chen Mo couldn't waste it first.

"Making it now?"

Song Qingjun finally raised his eyes and took a closer look at Chen Mo. He was dressed in a white robe, with a piece of blood jade and a delicate sachet tied around his waist.

Sword eyebrows and star eyes, a high nose bridge, and a handsome face.

The cheeks hidden under the veil flushed slightly.

For Song Qingjun, the style on the blueprint is monotonous, and combined with the characteristics Chen Mo said, it is not troublesome to make.

Chen Mo was stunned, why did he feel that the other party was a little impatient, and immediately said: "If it is possible, it is naturally good to make it now. Don't worry, the salary is indispensable, I will give it three times."

Chen Mo had a rich and powerful face.

"Thank you." Song Qingjun whispered.

"You're welcome, and you don't have to be afraid, I won't eat you."

Chen Mo asked Song Qingjun to relax. She didn't expect her to be so courageous, but she was actually so timid.

Ya Fei arranged her in a room in the manor, letting her make it with peace of mind.

Chen Mo originally thought it would take a day or two.

When he was planning to leave, after all, he had to be distracted for a few days, and now it was time to go to Queen Medusa.

Unexpectedly, at night, Song Qingjun produced the finished product.

Chen Mo held it in his hand and looked it over carefully, it was soft, delicate, and thin.

It's definitely stockings.

But what Song Qingjun made was blue.

Chen Mo coughed dryly, put the blue stockings into the storage ring, and immediately said: "In the future, it's fine to make white, black, and light yellow ones, and I don't want other colors."

After speaking, Chen Mo took out a large jade box and a bag.

"The box contains ice silk, and the bag contains three hundred gold coins, which is your reward for the day."

Chen Mo handed it over.

Song Qingjun just took the jade box, but not the bag, and shied away in a low voice: "There are too many, I don't need so many."

"too much?"

Chen Mo was stunned for a moment. He didn't have a general concept of gold coins. After all, medicinal materials usually cost tens or hundreds of thousands.

After reacting, I found that ordinary tailors really don't need so many gold coins to make a piece of clothing.

Besides, the materials were provided by the Mittel family.

"Well, the extra is a reward for you." Chen Mo grabbed Song Qingjun's slender hand, and immediately put the money bag in her hand.

Song Qingjun's face was flushed behind the veil, and he quickly freed his hands, and said timidly, "Thank you!"

(End of this chapter)