Exotic beauty: fake Princess

He is the same as he used to be. Nothing has changed but the people around him. Is it because of Mo Huan's different status that they have to stay away?

Shen Qing sighed in her heart, helpless class society!

Like a puppet, let qingdie and Chen Caixia try on their clothes.

It has to be said that Chen Caixia is really a good garment maker. She is basically impeccable in design and tailoring.

Shen Qingshi's last dress is light green inside and colorful brocade outside.

When Chen Caixia recommended this dress, Shen Qing was not optimistic about it. She thought it was too fancy and too many colors.

Now wearing it, Shen Qing still thinks the color is too messy. From her previous life to this life, all her clothes are basically monochrome. She didn't wear so many colors. At this time, she felt very uncomfortable.

Just put on the body, let green butterfly help her take off.

But qingdie and Chen Caixia keep talking about it, so she doesn't say anything.

The clothes are all made according to her figure. It's hard for Chen Caixia to take them back and take them all.

Chen Caixia looks at Shen Qing with some reluctance and is ready to go back.

Shen Qing suddenly thought of something. She called her and said, "sister Caixia, do you have any thicker colored thread there?"

On hearing this, Chen Caixia replied with a smile: "I have nothing else there, but if you want to talk about the thread and cloth, it's enough! Do you want to embroider? You'll have to use a thin one, not a thick one. "

Embroidery?! How can she think of embroidery!

"Not thin, but thick, about like..." Shen Qing wanted to say that a millimeter in diameter was enough, but she was worried that she could not understand the unit of measurement.

Look around to see if there is anything that can be used as a reference.

Yes!

Shen Qing took a few steps to the bedside, picked up the tassel rope used to tie the gauze tent, pointed it out to Chen Caixia, and said, "it's just as thick as this one."

Chen Caixia was stunned. She didn't expect that the thread Shen Qing wanted was so thick.

It's not a line. It's a rope.

However, for these cloth makers, the thicker the thread, the easier it is. It's just that when spinning, the thicker the thread, and when rubbing the rope, the more strands.

"Well, yes! How many girls? When do you want it? " Chen Caixia answered.

Even if you don't look at shiziye's face, just look at her friendship with Shen Qing. Shen Qing has opened her mouth, and she will try her best to do it.

Shen Qing thought about it, then calculated the time and said, "you should prepare as much as possible. Before evening, can you send it?"

Chen Caixia didn't find what she wanted so urgently, but she could do it by calculating the time, so she nodded her head. Just as she was about to leave, Shen Qing said, "sister Caixia, when you come, if it's convenient, bring some more cotton."

"It's easy to say." The cloth shop also makes cotton clothes and quilts. How can there be less cotton?

But Chen Caixia is really curious. What is Shen Qing going to do?

The thread she wants is so thick that she can't even hold the soles of shoes. What's more, she only needs cotton instead of cloth?

However, she didn't have many thick colored threads. She had to go back immediately and let xiuniang spin them out as soon as possible.

Chen Caixia left in a hurry.

Shen Qing had a simple breakfast, so she took qingdie to the kitchen to prepare the things for making cakes after entering the palace, including a simple egg beater. Otherwise, her arm would be tired and cramped, and she would not be able to beat the egg white.

Busy for most of the day, the preparation is almost, Shen Qing will think of Zhao Yuqi carved those hairpins.

It turns out that this little girl is interested in those simple sculptors. When she buys it back, she wants to imitate and learn carving.

Thinking of this, Shen Qing picked up a strong branch in the yard, took out the small dagger that Mo Huan had given her at his waist, and cut it bit by bit.

Not to mention, this kind of meticulous work is easy to look at, and it's really hard to do.

In particular, the smaller the part, the more difficult it is to deal with. If you don't pay attention, it will be cut off.

Shen Qing in line with the premise of not cutting to their own, try to make a visible thing, whether it is hairpin or sweater needle, as long as you can see.

But after working hard for a long time, she just peeled the branch a little thinner, and the rest remained unchanged.

Thinking of her previous art class, after graduation, the teacher once suggested that she continue to take a sculpture class, but she refused.

It seems a pity to think about it now, but it seems a lot of trouble to take another course in order to carve a dispensable thing.

Shen Qing was sitting in the yard, still struggling with the branches. Mo Huan came back from the outside.

"Qing, what are you doing?" Mo Huan's voice cheerfully called Shen Qing.

In the past, he seldom came to Chuang Tzu. One was that he was too far away, the other was that he was too cold.But since Shen Qing came in, no matter where he went to do business, he can't wait to come back here because there is a person he loves waiting for him.

As soon as I entered the yard, I saw Shen Qing sitting on the ground, playing with something like a child playing with sand.

When Mo Huan came closer, he found that Shen Qing had chipped the ground.

"Xiaoqing, what are you doing?" Mo huangang just said hello to Shen Zongqing, but she ignored him. When she came near, Shen Qing was angry with herself.

Hearing the sound, Shen Qing looked up at Mo Huan, as if seeing hope, and jumped up.

The knife in her hand flickered in front of Mo Huan's eyes, startled him and exclaimed, "you're going to murder your husband."

Shen Qing didn't pay attention to his shouting. She held a half cut branch in one hand and the exquisite knife in the other hand and asked Mo Huan, "can you carve?"

Mo Huan understood that Shen Qing wanted to learn from Zhao Yuqi and carve some strange things.

"Fortunately, what does Xiaoqing want to carve?" Mo Huan took the branch, looked left and right, and asked.

"I am..." Shen Qing thinks about it. In fact, she doesn't know what she wants to carve.

But since Mo Huan has asked, let him carve a finished product for himself.

Shen Qing sat down on the ground again. At the same time, she beckoned Mo Huan to sit down. She drew a crochet on the ground with a twig and told him about its thickness.

But Mo Huan frowned and looked. Did he just sit on the ground? It's too Well, it's so casual. Although it's a little dirty, it's also comfortable.

Looking at Shen Qing's Outline on the ground, Mo Huan takes the knife and continues to carve on her semi-finished product.

Shen Qing looked at it carefully. She didn't expect that these ancients were really powerful. They were able to capture such complicated things as carving.