Fierce Concubine: Reborn as a Vicious Queen

"In this way, the two of you will do what the lady said."

Su Yueming nodded and said, "Okay, from now on, you should always pay attention to my daily words and deeds and imitate them, so as not to be easily recognized by the time." She also took the details.

After explaining it one by one, the two maids were clever and quickly understood her intentions.

That day.

Su Yueming asked Taxue and Qingchen to find a black and fine cloth for her and then searched for needles and threads.

She held the scissors, thinking while cutting the style, and she looked very serious.

When Taxue saw it, he couldn't help asking-

"From the fabric and style of this robe, it seems to be a man. Is the lady going to make clothes for the prince?"

Su Yueming put down the scissors in his hand, raised the cut piece of fabric, gestured up and down, left and right, "Yes."

"The prince is here..." Qingchen outside the door shouted.

When Su Yueming heard this, she was stunned and quickly put down the scissors, then hurriedly packed the needle and thread and fabric into a ball, and hurriedly ordered:

"Hurry, hurry up, step on the snow, hide all these things, don't let him see them."

Taxue thought Su Yueming was going to keep it for Murong Canghai to surprise, so he quickly helped to pack it up.

"Hahaha..." Murong Canghai's hearty laughter came from outside the door, and Su Yuemingchao looked over outside-

I saw Murong Canghai walked in with a majestic ambition surrounded by soldiers. His face was arrogant and he had a arrogant arrogance. Any woman would fall in love with such a man at first sight.

Even Su Yueming had to admit that he was beautiful and looked like he was walking out of an ink painting.

It was too late to hide the thing, Su Yueming held it in his arms and ran towards the back of the screen. Unexpectedly, Murong Canghai had long hands and feet, stepped in, reached out and grabbed her, approached his ear and asked-

"What did you do, you should run away in such a hurry."

Su Yueming tightened his body and jumped out of his hand, holding the fabric in his hand tightly, and said, "Nothing, I'm just ready to leave. I don't know you're coming."

"What is this?" his eyes fell on the fabric in her arms and asked.

"This is..." she spoke, but didn't know how to answer.

"This is a robe that the lady wants to sew for the prince himself." Taxue said quickly.

"Is that true?" Murong Canghai heard this and immediately looked excited and happily grabbed the fabric from her hands like a child.

A discomfortable expression flashed across Su Yueming's face, but his hand only grabbed a corner of the fabric. She said, "It's not finished yet."

"So you admit that this is done for me?" Murong Canghai draped the fabric that had just been cut and had not even been sewn on his body. He looked at the bronze mirror and said to the servants, "

Look, it's just right."

When Su Yueming heard this, she couldn't help laughing and said, "There are still a few pieces of fabrics, and they are not neatly cut. Just say it's just right, where did it come from just right."

"I think it's just right." The King of the North Court, who has always been as cold as an evil demon, actually acted like a child who received his beloved gift at this moment. All the servants in the room were deeply affected.

Shocked.