Your Highness, the princess is going to paint your portrait

Chapter 10

Back in the small courtyard, Aunt Lan had already prepared dinner and was waiting for Jing Chun to come back.

The dinner in the small courtyard was no different from the usual ones, except that glutinous rice balls appeared on the table. Those who could eat these desserts on weekdays asked, "Where are the small glutinous rice balls?"

Aunt Lan filled a bowl and placed it in front of Jing Chun, saying, "My master ordered it."

"Dad?" Jing Chun was surprised, but worried: "Did he ask me where I was going?"

"The master didn't come over. He asked his uncles to send it over, so he didn't ask about the young lady."

Although Jing Chun hoped to hear the answer, but felt somewhat lost in her heart.

Jing Chun has no one to rely on in Beijing, and all he can have is the family relationship maintained by blood, but even his own father seems to ignore him, how can this be Jing Chun's dependence.

Jing Chun picked up the spoon and brought it to his mouth. He suddenly remembered the thirty-two taels he had just withdrawn today, so he gave another two taels to Aunt Lan, leaving only one tael for himself and said, "The monthly payment I just received today, Although it's not much, it's enough to last for a few days. Generally speaking, you don't have to look at the faces of the people in the house. My aunt has also suffered from the words of the people in the house since I returned to Beijing. I have to worry about it these days."

After saying that, Jing Chun stood up and saluted as a reward.

"Miss, you've offended me." Aunt Lan quickly grabbed Jing Chun and said, "This is my duty. If you don't bother, I don't ask for anything else. I just want Miss to get married in peace." Entering Prince Li's Mansion, even if I am under the Nine Springs, I will be worthy of the First Lady."

These words reminded Jing Chun of meeting His Royal Highness Li Wang today, Aunt Lan was afraid that Jing Chun would be dangerous in daily life, so she did not dare to speak.

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Early the next morning, Aunt Lan pushed Jing Chun, who was still asleep, "Miss, miss, wake up, the Ministry of Rites sent the Clothing Bureau here..."

"Ah?" Jing Chunmi stared, then quickly closed his eyes again, turned over, and didn't take it to heart at all, "The Shangyi Bureau is in the palace, why are you here with me?"

"Miss, you forgot that His Royal Highness Li Wang ordered someone to prepare for your wedding on the sixth day of next month. Tailor-made clothes and wedding dresses..."

Jing Chun stood up in an instant and patted her head. She asked, how could she forget that she was still engaged? This was a member of the imperial palace, so Jing Chun did not dare to neglect her.

Seeing so many people pouring into the shabby side courtyard, Jing Chun seemed a little cramped, but it was cramped. After all, the original owner was also a young lady from the same house. It was impossible to say that he did not know etiquette. Jing Chun greeted everyone. He stood up and acted just right, but there were at least 30 or [-] people there, which was hard to handle for a while.

Several female officials and palace maids got up, and then they saw Jing Chun's appearance clearly, and the whole group was a little surprised. Didn't it mean that His Highness Li Wang chose an ugly girl?But this appearance has nothing to do with an ugly girl. Although the clothes are a bit shabby, her appearance is handsome and pleasant, with a strong figure.

Wen Siyi is the female officer in charge of the Shangyi Bureau. She is about 30 years old. She is mature and experienced at first glance. She presented the tray respectfully and said, "This is the silver butterfly wing ball pearl that His Royal Highness King Li entrusted to his servants to give you." A pair of small hairpins, please accept Miss Jing."

Send it again?
Didn't you just give me a jade bracelet the day before yesterday?And with yesterday's situation, shouldn't His Royal Highness be contemptuous of that horrifying face?What are you sending hairpins for?
Jing Chun felt more and more that Jiang Hejin couldn't see through.

Although he was surprised, Jing Chun could only accept it. If he returned the gift, he would show that he would not give the marriage face. This is a gift from the emperor. Who dares to say "no". His Highness Wang's aesthetics is indeed good.

After thinking about it, Jing Chun felt that he should also give something. This kind of reciprocity is also a tradition since ancient times, and etiquette cannot be lost.

Jing Chun looked around his house, he could see "simplicity" everywhere, not to mention gifts, there was not even a decent thing.

It seems... not that there is no...

Jing Chun stared at his bookbag, there were seven brushes in it, which Jing Chun bought from Jingguzhai at a high price when he first came to the capital, these brushes are made of high-quality wool, and they are exquisite , tactful and smooth, Jing Chunke has not used it for a while, and cherishes it very much, even the portraits in the past were drawn with willow charcoal sticks.

Although Jing Chun was reluctant to part with it, he still stretched out his claws to the pen, and he will buy it again when he has a chance.

There's always a chance, right... right?

Jing Chun could only hand over his pen, and with a gentle demeanor, he said: "This is a gift from the little girl to His Highness King Li, and I ask Wen Siyi to pass it on for you."

"Miss Jing has a heart, and I will deliver it for you."

"Hey, my sister is here by chance. Someone is in my sister's room."

Hearing this voice, it must be Jing Shuyao. It is not common for Jing Shuyao to call Jing Chun a sister on weekdays. Calling her by her first name is already commonplace.

Besides, this didn't come by accident, it was clearly done by chance.

Jing Chun still remembered the slap he received the day before yesterday, and his smiling face was somewhat awkward, "What's the matter?"

Jing Shuyao seemed to have no intention of talking to Jing Chun. She walked past Jing Chun and looked at the brush roll in Wen Siyi's hand and said, "Is it possible that my sister can only give away these shabby brushes? His Royal Highness Prince Li is a generous person. If you send bracelets and hairpins, doesn't your sister have any good things?"

What he said was nothing more than mocking Jing Chun for his poor life and being unable to even get a decent gift.

Jing Chun was not annoyed, he just said, "Gifts are about friendship, is there a distinction between high and low?"

Jing Shuyao had a look of disdain, and greeted behind her: "Qingying, take it."

I saw Qingying carrying a tray from the crowd, covered with a red cloth.

Uncovering the red cloth, you will find a very exquisitely carved agarwood mountain. This agarwood mountain is carved from solid agarwood and decorated while maintaining its original shape. It emits a faint fragrance when placed indoors.

"The scent of this agarwood mountain is not as strong as agarwood, but it is more precious than a few brushes." Then he put on a smile, and said to Wen Siyi: "My little girl will give this to His Royal Highness Li Wang, and I hope that the lady Help deliver it."

It is indeed much more valuable than the writing brush Jing Chun gave me.

Jing Chun looked at Jing Shuyao's complacent look and kept silent, but felt that Jing Shuyao was a little stupid.

Even if Jing Shuyao dared to give it to her, His Highness Li Wang might not dare to accept it. How can a future sister-in-law give such an expensive gift to her brother-in-law, and in front of her own sister? Isn't Jing Shuyao's move just because of Sima Zhao's heart? ?
The people in the Shangyi Bureau are not vegetarians either, they can tell right from wrong, and replied with a smile: "Miss Jing Er is good to give gifts, but this Chenxiang Mountain has the word 'mountain' after all, which is quite different from 'san'. It sounds a little like, a marriage is coming soon, it's somewhat unlucky, and the Clothes Bureau would definitely not dare to give it away."

Jing Shuyao was stunned for a moment, then glanced at Jing Chun, obviously unwilling to let it go, "I have a good relationship with my sister, so naturally my sister won't care about this?"

Is this throwing the talk at Jing Chun?

Jing Chun pretended to be troubled, and replied: "In ancient times, monarchs and ministers, even if my sister handed these things to me, I might not dare to accept them."

The people from the Keshang Clothing Bureau also followed Jing Chun's words and replied: "Miss said that even though the two young ladies and sisters are deeply in love, His Royal Highness King Li also reminded them not to commit taboos. This time is a gift from the Holy Majesty. Marriage, there must be no bad luck, there is nothing the minister can do, please ask Second Miss Jing to take this thing back."

Moving out of His Royal Highness Li Wang, and moving out of the imperial decree to grant marriage, Jing Shuyao was so thoughtful that she dared not say anything more, but her face was embarrassingly obvious to the naked eye, and she forcibly held back what she wanted to say.

Jing Shuyao could only take back Chenxiang Shanzi angrily, and left Jing Chun's side courtyard without even saying hello. It could be seen that Jing Shuyao was indeed very angry this time.

To be honest, when Jing Chun saw Jing Shuyao being bullied, she somewhat gloated. The main reason was that Jing Shuyao bullied her a lot on weekdays. If it wasn't for this, who wouldn't want to have a close sister?

It took me an hour to discuss the wedding dress with the Shang Clothing Bureau. After measuring the body, Jing Chun chose from fabrics, patterns, embroidery, etc. one by one.

This is embarrassing for Jing Chun, he has never been interested in these things, but he can only bite the bullet and choose. After choosing and choosing, he always feels that there are a few layers of meaning missing, and finally he chooses fabrics, patterns, and embroidery. They waited for three items each, and Jiang Hejin had to choose which one to choose.

The group of people didn't hesitate, they measured Jing Chun's body and returned to the palace to return to his orders.

After bidding farewell to the group, I originally thought about going back to the cage and taking a nap. I could check the time, so I didn't care about sleeping, so I grabbed my book bag and went out.

(End of this chapter)