Counterattack of the Cannon Fodder Chambermaid

Thinking of those few people, thinking of the old Fushun's thoughts, she was a little worried about Mrs. Hua, and of course she was more worried about the person in front of her. It's just that the old man Fushun has always been stubborn, and he might listen to her advice on other things, but he won't listen to her on this matter. After all, how deep his obsession is, others don't know her best.

"All right, all right, I'll make arrangements over there."

Seeing this, Fushun smiled triumphantly. She knew that Xiugu couldn't screw him, and she still had to rely on him in the end.

In return, Aunt Qi rolled her eyes again.

The clouds and rain will rest.

Xiao Hua nestled in King Jing's arms, while Little Finger teased the red fruit, hesitating to speak.

King Jing touched her face and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Your Highness, you see that your rewards come every day. You have given so many things to your maids and concubines, or you won't give them away."

Even though I said last time that he would continue with her, anyone who is bombarded with such exhaustion would feel a little uneasy and a little apprehensive. After all, too much is too much, and it is better to stop in moderation.

King Jing didn't speak.

Xiao Hua smiled flatteringly, and brought her small face to King Jing's chin.

"You see, the maidservant gave you such a purse, and you have given so many things to the maidservant, so the maidservant feels very uneasy."

"Then you make a dress for the lonely king."

"Clothes?" Xiaohua frowned.

"Don't want to?"

"No, no." Xiao Hua said shyly, "My maid and concubine are not good at embroidery."

"You made one for Nanny He."

Xiaohua's eyes flashed, how did he know?

Thinking this way in my heart, I said in my mouth: "The maidservant made a decorative pattern on the body and sleeves and skirts of that dress, and the rest was done with the help of Lilac." The last sentence was a little shameful, after all, my daughter It's really not a good-looking thing to have poor home embroidery skills.

"No embroidery."

King Jing said it like this, so Xiaohua could only bite the bullet and take it.

"At that time, don't dislike the poor craftsmanship of the concubines." It's safer to prepare a proviso first.

"Won't."

After saying this, King Jing was in a good mood, and grabbed that little hand on his chest again.

On the second day, King Jing's reward did not come again.

Everyone in the west courtyard breathed a sigh of relief, but they were not used to it, but Xiaohua didn't feel this way, and immediately felt no pressure at all.

Thinking about what she promised King Jing to make clothes with him last night, she began to think hard. After thinking about it for a long time, she finally decided to make the middle clothes she wore inside.

King Jing has seen Xiaohua's clothes before. The standard clothes are very high-standard, and the styles and handwork are very cumbersome. She can't do it now. She can't do the pattern and embroidery of the ordinary clothes she wears on weekdays. The middle coat inside is okay, only there are some decorative patterns on the cuffs and the front of the skirt, which can be barely done.

After settling down, Xiao Hua asked Ding Xiang to prepare the fabric.

Ding Xiang came over with several bolts of light-colored cloth, all kinds of materials, all of which were rewarded by King Jing a few days ago.

Xiao Hua looked and looked again and again before choosing a piece of moon-white lake silk.

"Let's use this one. I think His Highness's coats are made of lake silk or Hangzhou silk."

Ding Xiang gave the other cloth to Ding Lan to take away, and also brought the homely clothes that King Jing usually wears in the west courtyard. Xiaohua thought about the size, and then spread out the moon-white lake silk, and cut it carefully.

This is the second time that Xiaohua has made large clothes. She is not very familiar with it at all, and she is always worried about the possibility of cutting it out. There was a thin layer of sweat.

Ding Xiang has been watching from the sidelines, seeing that Madam is cautious, and dare not disturb her.