Concubine's elegance is peerless

Chapter 370 Steal the New Clothes
The clothes that Rong Xueyi sewed according to the method taught to her by the embroiderers of the palace were far from going as smoothly as she imagined.

First, the clothes were cut crookedly. Second, the sleeves were long and short. Third, the stitches were messed up as if they had been bitten by a dog. Again, her fingertips were punctured many times. A little blood.

Looking at the dress, Rong Feiyang felt terrible. He sighed, "Sister, are you sure you're making clothes, not messing around?"

Rong Xueyi gritted her teeth and said, "How can you say it is so miserable!"

"I'm afraid it's worse than what I said!" Rong Feiyang dismantled her platform: "Can this dress be worn?"

After he finished speaking, he pulled up two sleeves, and then directly exposed the needle and thread inside.

Rong Xueyi fell to the ground in frustration, Rong Feiyang patted her on the shoulder and said, "It's alright, if we fail the first time, we can try again. There is still money for the left and right sisters to buy cloth."

"It's not like this." Rong Xueyi felt from the bottom of her heart that she seemed to have done something stupid. At this time, she missed the 21st century clothing store very much.

As soon as she thought about it, she immediately became interested. This matter was considered a business opportunity, and at this time, she was fully capable of controlling this matter.

She did it when she thought of it, hurriedly took out the pen and paper to write and draw, and outlined the pros and cons. She soon had a rough plan for this matter in her heart. Her rule was, if you don't do it, do it to the best.

When she was able to draw vigorously, Xiao Weixin came. He saw her doodles on the paper and asked Rong Feiyang, "What is your sister doing?"

When he entered the capital, Rong Feiyang and him were already very familiar with him, and immediately replied: "My sister failed to make clothes for the prince, and it may be difficult to bear the blow at this time. Take a pen and paper to vent!"

Rong Xueyi entered the focus mode at this time, and could not hear the outside voice at all.

"What? Your sister actually made new clothes for the lord?" Xiao Weixin's eyes were a little unbelievable.

Rong Xueyi had only lived in the palace for a few days, but she actually made clothes for Mo Yan!

This damned Moyan, taking advantage of his absence
Rong Feiyang pointed to the piece of clothing hanging in the corner and said, "If that's a new piece of clothing."

Xiao Weixin raised his eyebrows when he saw the dress. It was definitely the ugliest dress he had ever seen, but no matter how ugly it was, it was made by Rong Xueyi himself.

His eyes flashed, and he took off the dress and put it on his body. Although the clothes failed, he was extremely handsome, and he didn't look too ugly at this time.

He walked to Rong Xueyi and said, "Xueyi, give me this dress!"

Rong Xueyi was concentrating on her affairs at this time, and didn't notice him at all. She could only hear what he said, and only felt that someone was talking around her. She didn't bother to pay attention to it, so she just gave a light "um".

Xiao Weixin's eyes lit up immediately, and he went directly to Moyan in that dress.

An hour later, Rong Xueyi finally finished writing her plan, and when she turned her head, she saw Mo Yan's darkened face, she was a little puzzled, and she didn't know where he had provoke him again, she turned her head and glanced at Rong. Feiyang, but Rong Feiyang gave her a look of your own happiness.

Xiao Weixin's smiling voice came: "Xueyi, thank you for the new clothes you made for me."

Rong Xueyi's eyes widened when he saw the clothes he was wearing: "When will I make new clothes for you?"

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My daughter has a high fever. She didn't sleep last night and was tortured to death... I will continue to write to my parents when I have a convulsion in the small theater. I will leave today...

(End of this chapter)