President, don't tease me

"Tang Guo, you should understand that when making clothes, you should pay respect to clothes. Over the years, people around me have changed a lot, experienced a lot of things, and my attitude towards the world has gradually changed. But what remains unchanged is my respect for the clothes." Nalan Qingrong said, his eyes full of love. Looking at the cloth on the table, I seem to be looking at a friend I have known for many years.

Tang Guo listened and looked at Nalan Qingrong with heartfelt respect. Indeed, if you are engaged in a thing, you can learn your skills well only if you really like it.

"Tang Guo, I'll explain it to you while making it. You should listen." Tang Guo nodded after listening.

Nalan Qingrong smiled, raised the cloth in his hand and began to make.

The action was flowing without any superfluous action. Looking at Nalan Qingrong's action is like enjoying a beautiful scene. It's really pleasing to the eyes.

"Well, that's all for today." Nalan Qingrong put down the gold needle in his hand and said with a smile.

Tang Guo nodded and looked at the general ready-made clothes made in front of him in just three hours. He threw himself to the ground in admiration of Nalan Qingrong.

Nalan Qingrong looked at Tang Guo, "is there anything you don't understand?"

Tang Guo nodded and said, "there are some." under the sign of Nalan Qingrong, Tang Guo asked all his questions.

Nalan Qingrong listened and nodded clearly.

"You learned very quickly. I just told you a lot of knowledge, but I didn't expect you to understand a lot." Nalan Qingrong was very pleased when he looked at Tang Guo. I really didn't see the wrong person.

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"Do you understand?" Nalan Qingrong took off her golden eyes and looked at Tang Guo with a smile.

Tang Guo nodded and looked at the dark window. Suddenly he remembered that Beiming Han was cutting firewood outside and looked out frequently.

Nalan Qingrong saw it and his lips rose slightly. "If you want to find it, go."

Tang Guo smiled, turned and hurried out. Just out of the house, you can hear the sound of cutting firewood. Tang Guo followed the sound and stopped at the moment when he saw Beiming cold.

A few wisps of moonlight fell on Beiming Han from the sky. The cuff of Beiming Han's shirt was pulled to his elbow. Perhaps because of the muggy weather, the top two buttons of his clothes were untied, and his strong chest could be clearly seen when he approached.

On the man's firm face, his lips closed tightly, and his eyes looked at the wood under his feet seriously and attentively.

"Guo Guo." hearing Tang Guo's footsteps, Beiming Han raised his head and looked at Tang Guo. Tang Guo's soul came back from Beiming cold, and his face was quickly stained with a blush, but it was cleverly covered up by the night.

When Beiming Han came to Tang Guo, sweat was still hanging on his forehead. He looked obviously tired. It can be seen that cutting firewood is really a hard job.

"It's cold in the north, go take a bath first." Tang Guo looked at the sweat dripping appearance of the north, took out his handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiped the sweat off the North's cold face.

Beiming Han looked at Tang Guo smiling and smiling in front of him, and his fatigue disappeared in an instant. "Guo Guo," Bei Minghan suddenly shouted. Tang Guo raised his head and his beautiful eyes were as bright as the bright moon in the sky.

"Will you go hunting with me tomorrow?" asked Bei Minghan with a smile. He went to see it today. There are many small wild animals on the mountain. You can have fun. Be careful. There should be no danger.

Tang Guo nodded excitedly. "I haven't even gone hunting. But... Master..."

"Go if you want." I don't know when Nalan Qingrong stood behind them, holding a bottle of sake in his hand and looked at them kindly.

Tang Guo listened, looked at Nalan Qingrong gratefully and nodded.

"However, please help me cut down the wood." Nalan Qingrong drank sake and said without changing his face. My precious apprentice, I can't take him to play so easily.

Tang Guo turned his head and blinked at Beiming Han. He looked like I couldn't do anything, and shrugged helplessly. Beiming Han looked at the cunning little proud Tang Guo in his eyes, and the softness in his heart was touched.

Nalan Qingrong turned and walked into the house. Tang Guochao looked around and finally sat on the pile of wood that hadn't started splitting. His long legs kept shaking and stared at Beiming Han with a smile.