Prosperous Concubine

Chapter 93 The First Talented Woman (3)
Thinking of this, Mu Yutang didn't even bother to read. She threw the book aside with her hands. She turned over and got out of bed, and walked out slowly: Xiao Qingyu is the son of Prince Qi. Know more, listen to what he thinks about this matter!
The streets were bustling with people coming and going, but there were not many disturbances caused by the death of the bandits' mother and son or the recovery of the tributes.

Sitting in the carriage, Mu Yutang opened the window on one side and watched the bustling and lively streets. Suddenly, there was a noise in front, and the carriage was forced to stop at a constant speed.

"What's the matter?" Mu Yutang looked at the coachman inquiringly.

The coachman turned his body and chatted with passers-by for a few words, and then reported respectfully: "Miss Hui, it is a new summer dress made by Lanjinge. How beautiful it is, so the shopkeeper of Lanjin Pavilion wrote a notice in front of the door, whichever daughter wears the most suitable and beautiful clothes, she will give two sets for free!"

"There's such a good thing!" Mu Yutang raised her eyebrows, and the corners of her mouth curved into a slight smile: Lanjin Pavilion is the best tailor shop in the capital, and most of the clothes are made of Yunling Brocade, although each piece is worth a fortune. There are hundreds of thousands of taels of silver, but it has a novel style and is very popular among noble daughters.

The new style launched this year must be very unique, otherwise, those daughters would not look bad in their clothes, and the shopkeeper would not promise to wear the most beautiful dresses and give away two sets for free. What does such a peculiar dress look like?

Mu Yutang became curious, the road ahead was blocked by crowds and vehicles, and she couldn't get through for a while, so she got out of the carriage and went to Lanjin Pavilion to have a look.

A high platform was set up in front of the Lanjing Pavilion, surrounded by three floors inside and three floors outside. No matter if it was a daughter of a famous family or a small family of ordinary people, Biyu, they all looked at the high platform eagerly, with joy and disappointment in their eyes.

What could make them more helpless than that they obviously like that novel dress, but they can't wear it to make people look beautiful.

As a woman, Mu Yutang understood their feelings very well, gave them a sympathetic look, and followed their gaze to the high platform.

There are three simple hangers on the high platform, on which are hung three pink, light yellow, and light green long skirts. When the long skirts hang down to the bottom, the round neckline is very unique, and the sleeves and shoulders are in the shape of a beautiful lantern. It gets thinner as it goes down, until it reaches the wrists, so thin that only small hands can pass through, and the waist is also thin, with beautiful vines embroidered on it, and the hem is the same as the previous skirts.

Mu Yutang's eyes widened when she saw it. The style of the skirt, the embroidery, was clearly a simple and elegant western dress. The daughters of the Qinglong Kingdom all wore cumbersome hairpins. It was neither fish nor fowl to match with this western dress. Of course it would not look good. .

The Qinglong Kingdom is prosperous and prosperous, and the envoys often travel to various countries by car and boat. The person who designed this dress should have imitated the European Western skirts. Wearing beautiful Western skirts should be matched with simple hairstyles, just the skirts of others. , Without someone else's hair style, if it is not matched properly, it will definitely not look good.

After coming to Qinglong Kingdom for so many days, Mu Yutang has been wearing ancient and cumbersome dresses, and it is rare to see western dresses that are similar to modern skirts. She suddenly felt nostalgic, her eyes were fixed, and she walked into the Lanjin Pavilion gracefully. Looking around, he landed on a lake blue western dress: "Shopkeeper, can I try this dress?"

As soon as the Lanjinge notice came out, there was an endless stream of women who came to try on dresses, but almost none of them were dressed pleasing to the eye. He looked at her and said with a smile: "Girl, please go ahead!"

Mu Yutang thanked her, and took the western dress to enter the fitting room to change. Unexpectedly, the closed fitting room suddenly opened, and a beautiful woman in a snow-blue skirt came out gracefully: "This dress What's the matter? It looks so beautiful, but it's so ugly on the body, I will never come here to buy dresses again..."

The arrogant and sharp complaints stopped abruptly the moment she saw Mu Yutang, her small face was startled, An Xiaoyue blinked her eyes vigorously to confirm that she was not mistaken, her chin was raised high, typical defiant: "Mu Yu Tang, are you coming to try on clothes too?"

"Yes, Ms. An is ready to try it on!" Mu Yutang replied indifferently, looking through An Xiaoyue's cold eyes at the fitting room behind her.

An Xiaoyue also glanced at the lake-blue western dress she was holding in her hand, curled her lips, and sneered disdainfully: "Mu Yutang, Lan Jinge's clothes don't suit you, so don't try them, so as not to make you laugh."

Mu Yutang frowned at the sharp voice with strong sarcasm: "I haven't changed my clothes yet, how does Miss An know that this dress doesn't suit me?"

An Xiaoyue snorted softly, and replied arrogantly: "My lady has tried it, it doesn't suit me, how could it suit you?"

An Xiaoyue was really spoiled by Prince An. She thought that everyone should revolve around her and put her first in everything. Clothes that were not suitable for her were definitely not suitable for others.

The arrogant and domineering female second-generation ancestor, Mu Yutang was too lazy to say to her: "Please make room for Miss An, I'm going to try on a dress!" Pushing An Xiaoyue away, she went straight into the fitting room.

Looking at Mu Yutang's slender back, An Xiaoyue was instantly furious. She kindly suggested to Mu Yutang, but Mu Yutang ignored her and pushed her aside. How unreasonable it is!

Taking a quick step, she slammed on the door of the fitting room, An Xiaoyue's beautiful eyes were burning with anger: "Mu Yutang, don't you know what's good or bad!"

"I've always been the funniest, don't worry about Miss An's reminder." Mu Yutang smiled slightly, and suddenly forcefully closed the door with a "bang", shutting An Xiaoyue's beautiful but bitter face from the door: A street-swearing shrew-like character, out of sight and out of mind.

The door of the room was closed instantly, bringing with it a gust of wind, which made An Xiaoyue's blue hair fly wildly. Looking at the closed door of the fitting room, she was startled for a moment, and then burned with anger. Dare to shut her, the daughter of the palace, out of the door, and show her face, it is really lawless.

"Mu Yutang, get out of here, get out of here quickly..." An Xiaoyue's little feet in embroidered shoes kicked hard on the door panel again and again, the door slammed down, and the nearby guests were also startled looked over.

After seeing An Xiaoyue's appearance clearly, they all turned around and pretended not to see: Prince An's favorite daughter is arrogant and unreasonable, they can't afford it!
In the private room on the second floor, the man in Tsing Yi who sips fragrant tea, that is, Xiao Tianling, the third prince of the Qinglong Kingdom, looked sideways at An Xiaoyue who was making a fuss, and frowned. Unexpectedly, after returning to Beijing, he finally went out, but met At this scene: "That's... Prince An's daughter?"

Xu Wenhao, the son of the Minister of Rites who was sitting opposite him, was his good friend. He glanced at him, his eyes filled with mockery: "No, he is short-tempered, arrogant and domineering. Apart from his good looks, he is useless and full of flaws. It can be said that she is notorious in the capital, I really don't know what Prince An likes about her, holding her in his palm like a treasure!"

(End of this chapter)