The Journey of a Pseudo-Art Woman

Chapter 57

Since the queen mother's dinner, the days have returned to the leisure and calm before, planting flowers, drinking tea, although Yunran doesn't know how long this comfortable life can last, but it is a day to enjoy it!

Although he said at the birthday banquet that day that he didn't want any rewards, several large boxes of jewelry were rewarded in the palace, and Yang's eyes turned green from anger...

In the past few days, she has been locked in the house all day to draw samples, and only occasionally goes out to bask in the sun.

When the last stroke was made, she smiled with satisfaction. She designed a very modern skirt. Although it was in the style of the 21st century, she still considered that this is ancient times after all, and there is still a big difference in culture and education. , I changed the short skirt I was going to design into a long skirt with ankle rings. The corners of the skirt are also designed with overlapping layers. The cuffs of the upper body are wavy trumpet sleeves, and the surrounding area is outlined with blossoming daisies. ...

The color of the whole dress is light blue, plus golden flowers, although I don't know what the finished product will be, but it must be very small and fresh!

Mengju, she had thought of the name of this dress a long time ago, picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely rediscovering Nanshan, what a wonderful mood!
"Take it away, go and call a boy..." Yun Ran said and folded it neatly and put it in the brocade box.

After a while, Wan Yun brought a young man over, and when the man saw Yun Ran, he first gave a blessing to "Miss San"

"You send this to the owner of the Huashang Pavilion, and you have to give it to him personally. You just say that I asked you to come..." Yun Ran saw that this young man was probably new, 13 years old. With a beautiful appearance and a delicate face, she couldn't help but slow down her speech.

Hey, in ancient times, children from poor families were sold to rich people as servants when they were teenagers or even as young as they were, it's really pitiful to think about it...

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In the Huashang Pavilion, Yu Ye was holding this sample draft, muttering silently in his heart, "This Yunran's design is really not bad, it's just the name..."

Mengju, chrysanthemum, thinking of this, I can't help but smile badly again, Yunran, don't blame me for thinking crookedly, it's just that your name reminds me of so-and-so...

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"Miss, Master Yu asked me to hand it over to you." In the Xiangshui Pavilion, the boy handed something like a letter to Yunran...

Yunran took the things, looked down, and didn't rush to open them, so she put them aside first, and then called to Wanyun to take two copper coins and gave them to the boy.

The young man took the reward, grinned, thanked him, and left happily...

Many servants of Yunfu praised the third lady for her generosity. In fact, she was not generous, but in her eyes, everyone was equal. Even if it was just a servant of Yunfu, if you want someone to do things, you must get something in return...

She breathed a sigh of relief, took another sip of tea slowly, then picked up the thing and opened it up. Seeing that there were only a few pieces of paper inside, she was a little disappointed. She thought the thing would hold some silver notes for herself, really. In vain let myself calm down for so long...

Opening the paper, I saw the words in simplified Chinese on the first one: "Your drawing is very good, but why did you choose such an ambiguous name, haha, by the way, as for the salary, please let me know Come back to my store to pick it up."

What is an ambiguous name, it seems that you are not thinking normally!

Turning to the second page again, I saw that there was a poem on it, the handwriting was in traditional traditional Chinese, not as casual as the first page, but flowing and flowing.

Sure enough, it's a good handwriting, it can't be written by this guy, she can't help but gently read the poem:
There are beautiful people in the north, peerless and independent.

Regardless of the city, consider the country.

Ning doesn't know the beauty of the city and the country, and it's hard to get a beautiful woman again.Signed in Zisu...

What is this guy doing? It can't be written for himself, it should be impossible, otherwise it won't be copied...

Seeing that there were still a few lines on the third page, I couldn't help reading, "Give this poem to your sister, thank you..."

Uh……

Is this the rhythm of a love letter?Forget it if it’s a love letter. Why do you want to be the messenger? It feels like I’m back in middle school. At that time, mobile phones were not as common as they are in modern times, and there was no such thing as WeChat. You can only tell each other by handing a love letter. At that time, there were many boys who liked her at the same table. Every day after class and school, they would receive all kinds of pink envelopes in school for her to pass on...

I didn't expect that after seven or eight years, I would still do this. I am really ashamed...

It's still for that cold beauty who has never dealt with her before, I can't help but feel a shudder when I think about it...

This is true for Yu Ye. It is really puzzling to choose such a cold and cold queen like Mo Li instead of a soft girl like Mo Li.

Men's tastes are really strange.

How can I talk to Yun Mu?How to start?

Hey, I'm really more nervous than the first date. Thinking of this, I can't help feeling a little sad again.

Xu Tongsheng, it seems that he seldom thinks of him recently, is he going to be forgotten?Or do you mean that you are completely used to life here?

Those little things together, the first date, the first holding hands, hugging, on the school field, he covered his hands to keep her warm...

How is he now?Will there be someone who will accompany him like this?
A hot tear hit the palm of my hand, it was warm, it turned out that I hadn't cried for a long time, I thought the tears were cold...

"Miss, what's wrong with you..." Wan Yun looked at the side more and more something was wrong, the young lady was still crying from her pale face at the beginning, she couldn't help but walked to her side and asked softly.

"No, no, maybe it's because the wind and sand blinded my eyes..." While talking, he wiped the corners of his eyes with a veil, and actually told a lie that he didn't even believe.

Wan Yun was speechless after hearing this, there is no wind and sand in this room, the lady must have thought of something sad.She didn't ask any more questions, and quietly backed out and closed the door again.

Maybe Miss just needs to be alone right now...

(End of this chapter)