The Imperial Guard’s Revenge

Wang Yanqing breathed a sigh of relief and finally got a good night's sleep.

With Wang Yanqing's help, it took only five days for Lu Heng to investigate the emperor's generation. As usual, he went to the palace to make an oral report. As for who to choose as the head coach, Lu Heng would not worry about it.

Time passed bit by bit, chūn returned to the earth, all things recovered, the shadow of the Renyin Palace change gradually faded, and the court officially prepared to fight against Japanese pirates. Changes in the capital could not affect Wang Yanqing, her life was peaceful and regular, except that she had to adapt to Lu Heng's endless tricks in the night, and was forced to endure his seemingly never-ending energy, she had no other dissatisfaction.

At the end of February, the emperor defied all dissenting opinions and decided that Zhu Wan, the censor of the right deputy capital, who was serving as the governor of southern Jiangxi, should be replaced by the admiral of Zhejiang and Fujian coastal defense military affairs, the governor of Zhejiang, and the defense against Japanese pirates. Zhu Wan's family was poor, and he was a child of a poor family in the true sense. He did not belong to the veteran military general system like Guo Xun, nor did he belong to the Southern Shilin system where civilians held military positions. Not good.

The ready-made fat fell into the mouths of outsiders, and many courtiers in the DPRK were dissatisfied, and they were arguing and arguing for a while.

The court struggle will never subside. When the courtiers were blushing over the Japanese pirates, the female relatives in the capital were already happily preparing for the Shangsi Festival. The Shangsi Festival is a rare festival for female relatives to go out. In the middle of Beijing, there has been a trend of outings. Various Jinlou and Buzhuang are rushing to launch new products, and they go in and out of various mansions. clothing.

In Zhenyuan Hou's mansion, a daughter-in-law with her hair neatly combed, said with a smile: "Mrs. Hou has a fair complexion, this body is covered in gold, and looks cramped when others wear bright red. Live this domineering color."

Su Ji Buzhuang's daughter-in-law knew that Mrs. Zhenyuan Hou had just gotten married and was in the limelight recently, so she complimented Hong Wanqing with all her might. There were low-pitched laughter from the room, and many aunties showed clear smiles on their faces. Hong Wanqing blushed slightly at this sight, but her eyebrows were very useful, and she said gracefully: "Then stay. Come down."

Su Ji Buzhuang's daughter-in-law was overjoyed when she heard that Hong Wanqing was going to buy it, and she even poured out a bunch of good words. It was nothing more than praising Hong Wanqing's noble beauty and her husband's favor. After all, Yunjin is known as inch of gold, and gold everywhere is the most expensive in Yunjin. The new daughter-in-law who has just entered the door dares to spend so much money on clothes, even if there are many wealthy families in the capital, it is rare.

The most important thing in Beijing is high-ranking officials and relatives, and Miss Gonghou is even more popular. If you are favored by your boudoir, if you leave the cabinet, you must be controlled by your mother-in-law. The mother-in-law is different from the mother-in-law. The mother-in-law is willing to spend a lot of money to dress up her daughter, but the mother-in-law may not.

Hong Wanqing decided to make a top with gold all over the place, and then picked and picked, choosing a skirt from the rest of the fabric. The tops are so expensive, and the skirts can't be timid. Hong Wanqing has been choosing for a long time, but he has not found satisfactory fabrics.

Aristocrats pay attention to face, even if they are shy, they have to support the table when they are guests outside. Hong Wanqing dragged on for a long time and was almost dragged into an old girl. In February this year, she finally got married to Fu Tingzhou. She didn't want to let her former best friends look down on her, so she dressed up for the Shang Si Festival, and she must be amazed.

There is a maid in Zhenyuan Hou's mansion who can make clothes, and Yongping Hou's mansion also married her embroidered mother. However, how can she be compared to Su Ji, a skilled craftsman hired at a high price from Nanjing and Suzhou and Hangzhou. Therefore, the wealthy wives and wives in the private bank in Beijing will select fabrics and patterns from Su Ji, and then let Su Ji embroidery Niang tailor the clothes to make clothes that are completely in line with their own wishes.

Hong Wanqing has seen this kind of posture in her boudoir, but she used to follow her sister and sister to level the fabric together, but now it is finally her turn to be the master of the house. Hong Wanqing has just been able to manage her own money. She is full of freshness. She doesn't care about the price at all, she only thinks about beauty.

Hong Wanqing couldn't find a completely satisfactory material, so she asked Su Ji's wife: "I remember a rumor a few days ago that a kind of snow satin was woven in Nanjing. We only got two pieces in total and sent it to the capital at a high price. I heard that. This kind of snow satin is like red plum reflecting snow, and the luster is different from every angle when standing in the sun. I heard that these two fabrics are in your Su Ji, why didn't you bring them today?"

Hong Wanqing is newly married and needs to wear red all over. Weddings only happen once in a lifetime, which bride doesn't want to be beautiful? Xueguang satin is rare and beautiful, and the most rare thing is that both of them are red. Ever since Hong Wanqing heard about it, she has been asking everywhere, wanting to buy Xueguang satin.

Hidden Dragons and Crouching Tigers in the capital, of course she knew that she could not win the top prize as her own, but she could also share a horse with others. A piece of cloth is big enough to make several skirts.

When Su Ji's daughter-in-law heard this, she was worthy of being the young lady of Yongping Hou's mansion, and the news was well-informed. She was about to speak, when someone behind her suddenly pinched the back of her hand, Su Ji's wife snorted, and the words rolled on the tip of her tongue, and immediately changed the direction of the wind: "Mrs Hou, you are joking, the things woven in Nanjing are a small piece of cloth. Zhuang, where can I get it? You might as well take a look at this dark-flowered satin, it is dignified and noble, and it is the most suitable for a bride like you."

Su Ji's wife smiled and tried her best to recommend other fabrics, not mentioning snow satin. Hong Wanqing was a little disappointed, but what she didn't have no one else had, maybe those people exaggerated. Hong Wanqing got excited, went back and forth among the remaining pieces of fabric, and finally chose one of the dark damask satin.