Abandoned Women: The First Secret Service Concubine

Chapter 312

"What do you think, my lord?" said the slightly older master craftsman.Although it is a question, but the tone does not hide the feeling of pride.

Master Qian nodded and praised: "Okay, that's great!"

"Thank you for your appreciation, my lord." After being praised by Master Qian, all the master craftsmen cupped their fists to return the salute.

Only Feng Yao frowned, and said: "Bai Guo's clothes are famous for their lightness and flexibility. If we work hard on this aspect, it will be difficult to compare with others."

As soon as these words fell, everyone's complexion looked bad.Among them, Master Song has always been dissatisfied with Feng Yao and the others, so he snorted coldly: "They are proud of the lightness and flexibility of their clothes, but we want to defeat them in this aspect."

"That's right. Only by defeating them where they are most proud can we show our abilities." Another person said.

Feng Yao couldn't help frowning: "Is it the same as in previous years?"

"That's natural." Master Song snorted coldly and said with his chin upright.

"It's unavoidable to fall behind." Feng Yao said with a slight frown.

How can anyone walk behind other people's ass?First of all, in terms of conception, it is inferior.If this is the case in previous years, it is inevitable that they will lose every year.It's just because the Bai Kingdom is good at this style, from their common people to high-ranking officials and nobles.Over the years, a culture and customs have naturally formed, and the light and agile temperament is imprinted in the bones like a fish in water.

However, most of the people in the Dajing Dynasty dressed in a dignified manner, with no distinctive style and no system, except for some strengths in materials and workmanship.However, in order to win the Bai Kingdom, they forcibly developed to this level, wouldn't they be jumping into the pit by themselves?
"Hmph, ignorant woman, what do you know?" There was a cold snort from the crowd, but this time I couldn't tell who said it.

Feng Yao didn't bother to look at it either. What she was worried about at the moment was, what did Master Qian and the others think about this?If they are also in favor, then the styles she has painstakingly created may be cut off many sets.

In the end, there were only 92 sets, and the men's court craftsmen made [-] sets, Master Qian and the other three made [-] sets each, adding up to [-] sets, and adding Feng Yao's [-] sets, the total That's two hundred sets.In the end, [-] sets were to be cut off.In other words, nearly half will be cut off.

Naturally, Feng Yao didn't want her design to be cut off. Among the sixty sets, each set was her hard work with high hopes. Of course, she hoped to win the limelight on the day of the competition.

And if she had to use all sixty sets, some of Master Qian and others' designs would have to be cut off, and the designs of the men's court craftsmen would have to be cut off a lot.A dead fellow is not a poor one, not to mention Feng Yao thinks from the bottom of her heart that the intentions of the men's court craftsmen are really inappropriate.Therefore, I have an idea in my heart.

"Ma'am, our clothes have also been brought here." Yan Xiuniang's voice came from outside.

Immediately, everyone raised their eyes and saw several palace servants walking towards this side carrying two huge metal boxes.It was obviously cold in spring, but he was sweating from exhaustion.

Immediately, a craftsman sneered and said: "Madam Feng is rich, and she made such two heavy boxes, isn't she afraid of being eaten by mice?"

Afterwards, another craftsman answered, "Whether Mrs. Feng is afraid of mice or others, who knows? Our clothes, after they are made, are all handed over to Aunt Xiong for safekeeping. But Mrs. Feng, one by one, is all the same." Put it in your own room." Listening to the sour accents, Feng Yao didn't pay attention to it at all, she just stood aside and directed a few palace people to lift the box to the center of the room and put it down gently.Then he turned his gaze, scanned the dozens of palace servants with clothes on their arms in a circle, and said, "Maybe you might as well put away half of these clothes?"

The number of palace people in the Imperial Clothing Bureau is limited, but now most of them have come to the meeting hall to serve as clothes hangers.It may be acceptable to call in some palace officials, but this meeting hall can't stand anymore.Therefore, Feng Yao looked at Master Qian and said.

Master Qian looked around and saw that it was reasonable, so he nodded, looked at the masters of the Men's Court and said, "You guys put away some of them, to make room for the clothes designed by Mrs. Feng."

Hearing this, under the leadership of the slightly older master, the masters of the Men's Court put away some of their clothes, leaving twenty or so palace servants to have their hands empty.

Feng Yao nodded and said, "Thank you." Then, she took out the key from her wrist and opened the locks on the two metal boxes.Open the lid of the box, and remove the oiled paper and cloth wrapped in clothes.Immediately, the gentle and elegant color was revealed.

The other box, Yan Xiuniang did the same, and opened it carefully, revealing the clothes with exquisite fabrics, exquisite embroidery, and calm and gentle colors.Feng Yao stood beside her, instructing Hu Xiuniang and Yan Xiuniang to shake off the clothes one by one and hang them on the arms of the palace servants.

Peach red, emerald green, smoky purple, sky blue, lake blue, black... Each piece is the color favored by fresh and lovely young women, embroidered with crabapple flowers, rose flowers, winter jasmine, peach blossoms, pear blossoms, etc. , or big flowers, or shy bloom, or budding, each has its own merits.

The fabric is made of high-quality silk and satin shipped from all over the world. The warm texture reflects bright colors, which not only brings out the young and lovely woman, but also brings out the gentleness of the woman's character.

The pieces of Quju, Ruqun, and deep clothes were hung out, and immediately compared with the light and thin spring clothes designed by the masters of the Men's School.At first glance, one looks like a lady from a great family who is surrounded by poetry and books, and the other looks like a shallow and frivolous ignorant woman.In an instant, the complexions of the men's courtyard masters gradually changed.

"As expected of the owner of Fengxu Pavilion, Mrs. Feng is indeed a great talent." Master Zhou clapped his hands and praised with a smile.

As soon as the words fell, the masters of the Men's School suddenly showed astonishment: "The owner of Fengxu Pavilion? Is it Mrs. Feng?"

With the popularity of Quju and Wuyoufang's spare no effort to recommend it, the name of Fengxu Pavilion is already very famous.Moreover, because it is only heard but not seen, it is even more mysterious, which makes people curious.Therefore, most of the masters in the Men's School also know the name of Fengxu Pavilion.It's just that they didn't expect that the owner of the mysterious Fengxu Pavilion was standing in front of them?Moreover, he lived with them under the same roof for several months?
If they had known this, they should have come to ask for advice!For a moment, everyone felt a little regretful in their hearts, they shouldn't have their eyes high and disdain to talk to Feng Yao.It's because there are very few people in the women's courtyard this year, and Master Song talks about it every day and despises them, so they never talked to Feng Yao, let alone exchanged ideas.

As Yan Xiuniang and Hu Xiuniang took out the clothes one by one and displayed them, the faces of the men's school masters became more and more ugly.The self-confidence and arrogance just now are gradually wilting like eggplants beaten by frost.If every outfit is so beautiful, wouldn't their clothing be cut down?So they all clenched their fists and stared at the movements of Yan Xiuniang and Hu Xiuniang holding their breath.

Twenty palace people spread their arms, each with a piece of clothing on each arm, and soon it was full.There are twenty sets left, but there is no place to hang them.Feng Yao looked around, and felt that if she asked the rest of the palace to spare her hands, the masters of the men's courtyard would definitely not want to.

He also thought to himself, it is already clear at a glance whether the clothes displayed on his side are better than the clothes displayed on their side.So she didn't continue, but said to Yan Xiuniang and Hu Xiuniang: "There is no need to hang up the rest, just shake it out and let everyone have a look."

"Hey!" Yan Xiuniang nodded in response, and then stood in front of a box with Hu Xiuniang.Carefully picked up a set of clothes and shook them off.He turned around slowly so that everyone could see clearly, and then turned around so that the back of the clothes could also be seen by everyone.

Just when Yan Xiuniang finished displaying one piece of clothing, carefully folded it and put it back in the box, and was about to pick up the second one, Hu Xiuniang suddenly heard an exclamation, as if seeing something terrible, "Deng Deng" backed up two steps .

"What's wrong?" Yan Xiuniang straightened up, looked at Hu Xiuniang in surprise and asked.

Hu Xiuniang's face turned pale, her eyes were frightened, she pointed at the box in front of her and tremblingly said: "Yes, there are rats, dead rats!"

As soon as this remark came out, Feng Yao and Yan Xiuniang didn't believe it at first, this box is made of metal, how could it be possible for a mouse to get in?However, after thinking about it deeply, his expression changed slightly.

The two hurried forward, bent down and looked at the box that Hu Xiuniang pointed to said that there was a mouse.But there were indeed two dead mice, lying stiffly in one corner, with bite marks on their fur, and blood stains on their bodies, as if they died from a fight between two sides.The two looked at the clothes in the box again, only to see that they were stained with mottled blood and rat hairs, and they were filled with messy villains.

All of a sudden, the complexion became extremely ugly.

Yan Xiuniang hurriedly walked to the front of the [-] palace maids, carefully checked the clothes one by one, and saw that most of them were good, except for two or three clothes with a few rat hairs on them, which was not a big problem.So he let out a breath, and walked over again with an extremely ugly expression: "Madam, why are there mice in this box?"

In order to avoid being tricked by villains, Feng Yao specially asked someone to pack two big boxes, put one in Yan Xiuniang's place and the other in her room.As for the keys above, I kept two pairs, one for Yan Xiuniang and one for myself.

"Ma'am, my key has never left me." Yan Xiuniang said with an ugly expression.

Feng Yao nodded and said, "I know it's not you."

Feng Yao knows what kind of person Yan Xiuniang is.Because of last year's failure, many people pointed and criticized.Yan Xiuniang was suffocating in her heart.Even Feng Yao believed that as long as she could win the laurel crown, Yan Xiuniang would rather die to keep these clothes.How could it be possible to cause harm to others?

As for Hu Xiuniang, she was very timid, she would never throw two mice in her hand.What's more, she doesn't have a key, and she doesn't have much interest in things other than embroidery.Therefore, the suspicion is also extremely small.

So, who put these two mice in?Feng Yao's face was cold, she glanced at the table next to her, then straightened her waist and strode over, took out the tablecloth and wrapped it around her hands.He walked back to the box, took out two dead mice with his right hand wrapped in the tablecloth, and looked at them in front of his eyes.

These are two adult mice, not small in size.Every mouse's stomach was empty, and it was evident that it had died of hunger.Feng Yao's eyes flashed, she grabbed the two mice by their tails and threw them aside.He bent down again, and rummaged through the oiled paper and cloth that wrapped the clothes.But seeing that it was intact, with no traces of gnawing or drilling, his eyes immediately turned cold.

These two mice were carefully stuffed under the box on purpose.

Feng Yao took out a few clothes from the bottom of the box with her hand wrapped in a tablecloth, but she saw that they were all dirty, with rat excrement and hair on them, and the beautiful and delicate embroidery was also worn by rats. Or loosened by claws.Involuntarily, his eyes became more gloomy and angry.

(End of this chapter)