Empress, run away, your drowsy prince is also reborn

Chapter 11 I don't remember, this dress has patterns

"But how do you remedy this? This shirt was specially instructed by the superiors, and it will be sent over as soon as it dries in the next day. This is the emperor's favorite. It is made of silver yarn and silk, and it is made of the highest quality material. , not enough to buy a cuff.”

After Aunt Zhang finished speaking, she looked at Qu Changsheng with a little sympathy in her eyes: "I see, your little life is in danger."

"I know." Qu Changsheng didn't change his face: "It's just auntie, I have something to ask, I want some silk thread, to see if I can remedy it. I know, this time my sissy got into trouble and involved the whole Huanyi I can only try to reduce the loss as much as possible, okay?"

"...Even if it's not possible, it's okay." Aunt Zhang agreed, and looked at Aunt Li fiercely: "See, you got yourself into trouble, and your girl has to go forward and take the blame for you. All of us The Huanyi Bureau will wipe your ass. Why don't you hurry up?"

"What's the matter with taking the blame? This girl should take the blame." Li Auntie was not forgiving, and she didn't dare to ask for money, and left in despair.

The restless crowd was dismissed by Aunt Zhang. She looked at Qu Changsheng and saw that the washed clothes in the basin were covered with mud, so she ordered someone to throw them away and let her concentrate on mending the clothes.

"I can only help you so far." Aunt Zhang handed the silk thread to her: "Life and death are up to you."

Qu Changsheng nodded, caressing the damage on the sleeve, the past scenes came to his mind.

Ying Chen's favorite dress was also torn by her. At first, she resisted his touch very much, and she resisted seriously for a while. After tearing up his favorite dress, she felt guilty, so she sewed it up. up tricks.

I never thought that he liked it very much. Until she died, his underwear would always be the same one, very precious.

But I don't know, the fate of this life has been tampered with, she has not met Ying Chen, can this embroidery make him spare her life? -
When the sky was just dawning, Qu Changsheng respectfully waited outside the hall holding a plate.

Chonglin, the subordinate next to Yingchen, heard about the matter of the Clothes Bureau early in the morning, and his face was very ugly. When he stepped out of the threshold, Qu Changsheng only felt a strong wind coming from his body, followed by someone sternly pinching his throat. Hold, breathe momentarily monopoly:

"What a bold slave, actually broke the emperor's pajamas?"

Chonglin is the most powerful subordinate around Yingchen, like Yingchen's right hand, he knows what the consequences of an angry emperor will be: "The emperor was in a good mood yesterday, but today he was in a bad mood, just waiting for this Pajamas, I want to see what you can do to make the emperor spare your life!"

Quickly withdrawing his hand, Qu Changsheng gasped, the hand holding the tray trembled uncontrollably, his feet stepped on the hard bluestone, but like cotton, trembling, he stepped carefully into the threshold.

And Ying Chen was behind the distant three-layer gauze curtain, vaguely reflecting a silhouette, which made her feel a kind of majesty.

The ambergris that rushed to her face was always mixed with a calming breath, and the familiarity made her tremble with fear.

"Your majesty, your pajamas are here."

A servant took the tray from her and stepped into the gauze curtain.

Chong Lin squinted at Qu Changsheng, as if he was looking at a dead person.

The people inside lazily got up from the bed, and the servants dressed carefully, but——

"Huh?" A syllable, low and pleasant, but it made the people in the room sweat coldly.

"I don't remember, this dress has patterns."

(End of this chapter)