Scientific Cultivation of Immortals: Making the Flying Sword Gatling at the beginning

Since it was already autumn, when Gu Biao returned to the inn, the full moon was already high in the sky.

Glancing at Su Qianmei's room next door, Gu Biao found that the door was ajar, there was a gleam of light, and there was a faint smell of wine.

Gu Biao walked towards Su Qianmei's room door in order to understand the design progress of the clothes.

After knocking on the falsely concealed door and getting Su Qianmei's permission, Gu Biao entered in response.

I saw Su Qianmei wearing a thin gauze skirt, rolled up her sleeves, holding a paintbrush in her right hand, and a jug in her left hand, and on the table were many pieces of drawing paper that Su Qianmei had sketched.

The moonlight came in from the window sill, reflecting on Su Qianmei's delicate lotus root arms and delicate side face, shining brightly.

It made the coquettish vixen more holy and peaceful than usual.

Gu Biao thought of a poem for no reason: People around him are like the moon, and their wrists are covered with frost and snow.

Su Qianmei was painting with her head down, wondering why Gu Biao didn't speak for a long time after entering the door, so she raised her eyebrows and smiled:
"What? Are you stunned? How is it? Isn't it much prettier than your oiran girl? Aren't you full of talent? Write a poem, sister will be rewarded if you do a good job!"

After all, Su Qianmei bit her red lips lightly on purpose, her peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, flirting with Gu Biao's seductive eyes.

Gu Biao coughed twice.

Which man can bear this horse riding!

Gu Biao thought to himself:

"It doesn't matter whether the reward is rewarded or not. I mainly want to show my talent in front of the eldest princess, so that the eldest princess can invest more in the future!"

So Gu Biao stepped forward and whispered softly:

"Meng smiles and dimples, and the sleeping servant girl crushes the falling flowers. The jade wrist of Wen Wensheng, the red yarn soaked in fragrant sweat"

"Ha ha!"

However, Gu Biao didn't expect that this poem could not wait for Su Qianmei's reward, but made Su Qianmei sneer constantly.

"Are you stupid for thinking of me as Emperor Yunxi? If I remember correctly, this poem was written by Xiao Gang, a poet before the Tang Dynasty."

Su Qianmei returned to her usual cold expression:
"Even if you don't want to write, can you not use other people's poems to perfuse me!"

Seeing Su Qianmei's face change, Gu Biao had a headache.

This world is so chaotic, I didn't expect to copy a poem written by a character who has already appeared.

And if he remembers correctly, Xiao Gang was obviously a poet in the Northern and Southern Dynasties, so why did he become a poet before the Tang Dynasty?

"Forget it, what is known so far is that Nalan Xingde in the previous Qing Dynasty has not yet appeared, so it is better to copy poems from him in the future."

Gu Biao pinched his eyebrows.

Walking to Su Qianmei's side, looking down at Su Qianmei's masterpiece, Gu Biao deliberately changed the subject with a sneer:

"I don't know how the princess's design is going?"

Su Qianmei snorted, took a sip of the sake in the pot, and said:
"It's coming soon, we should be able to make it tomorrow."

Gu Biao cheekily took out his wine glass and asked Su Qianmei for a drink. While sipping it lightly, he lowered his head and thought about Su Qianmei's design.

"Princess, I think your costume should be designed more openly. After all, this is an oiran campaign, not a traditional dance costume. It should highlight the charm of women."

Su Qianmei bit the penholder lightly, frowned and pondered: "Oh? Then what's your opinion?"

Hearing that Su Qianmei didn't refute directly, but instead asked her own opinion, Gu Biao nodded and continued:
"For example, here, the crotch can be opened a little higher, and the color of your clothes is not right. At that time, you should choose the lighter and thinner high-quality yarn..."

……

Su Qianmei changed a lot of places according to the requirements of the nurse.

Sure enough, looking at the sketches of the clothes again, they were less solemn and more charming, and they were more suitable as costumes for the oiran election.

Although it is true that the design of the clothing is much better, Su Qianmei still turned her head and sneered:

"Hehe, I didn't expect you to care about this girl. You write lyrics and design clothes. Would you like me to talk to the Tantai family and ask them to bestow this oiran to you?"

Gu Biao didn't dare to speak, took the flagon and poured himself another glass of wine, raised his head and continued to sip.

Not to mention, I don't know what kind of treasure that little jug is. Gu Biao and Su Qianmei have been drinking here for several hours, but the jug still hasn't bottomed out.

Gu Biao had the idea of ​​abducting him.

The two drank for a while, until the blush on Su Qianmei's face appeared, her eyes were watery, and she no longer suppressed her talent and charm to discharge everywhere.

Gu Biao then helped Su Qianmei onto the bed, turned around and returned to his room.

It's not that you can't use spiritual power to dissolve the wine you drink in your stomach.

But drinking, what is important is to have a good time.

If you do this, it is better to drink water, why bother.

So when he returned to the room, Gu Biao also felt a little dizzy. He had no intention of researching the project, so he fell asleep on the bed and fell asleep.

After this sleep, Gu Biao didn't get up until the sun was shining.

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Coming to Su Qianmei's room again, Su Qianmei has also woken up, and the room has been tidied up.

After agreeing to meet Su Qianmei at the weaving workshop, Gu Biao went out and went straight to Huanxiang Pavilion.

……

Yanzhou Fucheng, in a small textile workshop in the east of the city.

At this time, Gu Biao had brought Ning Yue here.

"90, 62, 94!"

In the inner room, Ning Yue looked shyly at Gu Biao holding strange objects and gesticulating on her chest, waist and buttocks.

After taking measurements for Ning Yue, Gu Biao also took a deep breath.

"Hiss, this girl is 1.6 meters tall, she has a devil's figure! I don't know what she ate to grow up."

After the measurements were completed, Gu Biao, Su Qianmei and the master craftsmen in several workshops began to make the Chinese clothes.

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"No, the clearing yarn of this material still can't meet my expectations, change to a better one!"

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"No, judging from the finished product, the pattern of this color looks a little more impetuous and gorgeous, it needs to be changed!"

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"No, judging from Ningyue's body feeling after you put it on, it's more than charming, but not dignified. It lacks a sense of holiness that can only be seen from a distance but not played with."

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"no!……"

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This change and try-on lasted for a whole week.

Gu Biao and Su Qianmei changed and changed again and again, asking the master to redo one set after another until both of them were satisfied before giving up.

And the cost of this set of clothes also greatly exceeded Gu Biao's expectation, directly doubled.

But there was no way, Su Qianmei and herself were both perfectionists, they didn't meet their expectations, and they had to start all over again.

Among them, Ningyue couldn't bear Gu Biao to waste spirit stones like this many times, and wanted to use one of them, but Gu Biao suppressed it and continued to redo and try it on...

Finally, after the finished product came out, Ning Yue crossed her hands on her abdomen, bent down and bowed deeply to everyone:
"Ningyue would like to thank the young master, sister Su Qianmei, and all the masters of the textile workshop. The great kindness of the young master can never be repaid. In the next life, I wish to form a grass ring and be a cow and a horse!"

Gu Biao teased Ningyue with a smile: "Don't have another life, just the rest of your life."

Ningyue blushed with embarrassment, Jiao Didi gave a soft "hmm", and ran out with her packed clothes without looking back.

Only Su Qianmei, who was left in place, continued to look at Gu Biao with the eyes of a scumbag...