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The letter that was burned just now recorded the conversation between Yu Tingwan and Jiao Yue today.

Pei Zhi thought about it and couldn't help but sneered. He was always out and about, so he pretended to be too much like Feng Jiyue. Yu Ting was still unaware until now.

But thinking about Yuan Ziyu's repeated frustrations, he might as well continue to pretend.

Pei Zhi thought of how he gave her a hairpin today. The faint fragrance seemed to be the incense?

"Are the pieces of Song brocade and Shu brocade still there?" Pei Zhi asked the attendant on the side.

There was no one in King Wei's backyard. Although the princess liked to eat, drink and have fun, she did not like to dress in luxury. Therefore, if envoys came to offer women's rouge, gouache, silk and satin, Pei Zhi would either give it to the courtiers who got married, or put it away. The warehouse is ashes.

"Going back to Your Highness, I have just done an inventory in the past few days. There are still thirty pieces of Shu brocade and twenty pieces of Song brocade left."

"I remember that no one was rewarded with the fish tooth silk and morning glow silk that Silla paid tribute to before."

"Yes, there are fifty horses each left." The attendant didn't know why King Wei suddenly asked these questions, and felt a little uneasy.

Pei Zhi no longer asked questions, but ordered someone to bring pen and ink. He didn't know what he wrote and gave it to his attendant.

"Take out ten pieces of each of the fabrics I just mentioned and give them to the embroiderer in the mansion." Pei Zhi paused, "Take another ten pieces of heavy lotus silk and silk silk and send them to you."

The attendant took the list written by Pei Zhi with both hands. After going out, he read it under the moonlight and was astonished.

He thought that the master was making clothes for himself, but he actually gave them to women.

Most of the embroiderers in Prince Wei's palace came from the palace back then, and there were also many southern embroiderers who were good at various embroidery techniques.

When they heard that King Wei had ordered women's clothes to be made, they all came together to study the contents of the list carefully.

You talked to me, discussing what embroidery method should be used.

After all, they made seven pieces of the rouge-colored pleated dark dress last time using different embroidery methods. Finally, Pei Zhi picked out the Hunan embroidery skirt that used sixteen kinds of stitches.

A few days ago, King Wei suddenly rewarded them with a sum of money, and the embroiderers didn't know what it meant.

The eldest one said: "I guess that woman also likes these clothes. If the master sees that she likes them, he will reward us."

In order to reward the silver, these embroiderers stared at the patterns and discussed for two hours. After half a month, they sent the embroidered clothes to Pei Zhi.

Pei Zhi looked at them for a long time, selected twelve pieces, and ordered them to be sent to the weaving room.

It was approaching late spring, and Yu Tingwan usually wore simple clothes in the palace. She didn't often go out of Yilan Palace. Except for the occasional messenger sent by the prince, no one looked for her.

The wound on Ruyi's face was healed, but it was still itchy occasionally. Yu Tingwan saw that she was smart at work and had a good memory, so he took her with him when he taught Jiaoyue how to read.

Qiu Tao was afraid that Yu Tingwan would force her to memorize the Book of Songs again, so she desperately looked for work. When she heard that the palace servants from the weaving room were coming to send summer clothes, she hurriedly went to welcome them.

"This is..." Qiutao opened her mouth in shock as she watched the twelve palace people file in.

The clothes on the twelve lacquered gold trays have different embroidery techniques, and the only similarity is the lotus pattern.

It may be hidden in the cuffs and skirts, or embellished on the skirt, or simply split into thin threads of gold and silver threads and twisted together to embroider them all over the entire piece of clothing, making the dark places shine brightly.

Yu Tingwan heard the commotion and came out of the inner hall. He saw that the leader was actually Zhishi Cheng Ming'an.

"Your Majesty, it's been a long time since I came to say hello to you. Now I'm here to send you some clothes. Don't mind it."

Ming'an was a eunuch who always knew how to work hard. He always looked down on her as a noble concubine, but he often went to please the virtuous concubines and the virtuous concubines.

Although Yu Tingwan was surprised, he didn't show it on his face. He took a look at the clothes and liked them in his heart. He nodded and said, "I think it's very good. Qiu Tao, please make a cup of tea for Eunuch Ming."

As soon as Ming'an sat down, he smelled the scent of amaranth on Yu Tingwan's body, and almost choked himself to death with a mouthful of water.

If he remembered correctly, Pei Shu also smelled the fragrance when he went back to the princess's mansion to run errands.

Ming'an flattered him a bit and said that only this noble fragrance was worthy of the princess. Pei Shu said at that time: "That's natural. I just gave two copies, one to my brother and one to the princess." ."

Ming'an felt regretful. If he had known that King Wei valued the imperial concubine so much, how could he have left Yilan Palace in the cold?

Yu Tingwan saw Ming An drinking tea desperately, guessing that he was thirsty, so he turned to look at the summer clothes and suddenly said: "Eunuch Ming, why do all the summer clothes this year have lotus patterns on them?"

How could he know what King Wei was thinking? This was not done by Zhishi. Ming'an was forced to put down the tea cup and laughed twice.

The King of Wei ordered that the imperial concubine should not know that the clothes were a gift from him. Ming'an had countless excuses in his mind.

"Every queen's clothes are embroidered, but the types are different."

Seeing that Yu Tingwan didn't believe it, Ming'an chose the former between offending the imperial concubine and offending the king of Wei.

"The Concubine Xian likes peony, so her summer clothes are all covered with peony patterns." Ming'an felt like he was sweating. "The Concubine didn't specifically tell her. Oriushi chose the lotus on her own initiative. Don't blame me."

Yu Tingwan believed a few percent. With Ming'an's temperament, he would have specifically asked Concubine Xian. It was normal that he had not asked herself.

Ming'an knew that these words might displease the imperial concubine, so he didn't stay any longer.

After leaving the Yilan Palace, he bowed his head and paused. The deep clothes given by King Wei last time were passed through the weaving room. He and the young master were having wine outside the palace and just added another piece of clothing. King Wei's clothes were in the weaving room. The person covered it up directly.

This time twelve pieces of summer clothes were delivered, and there were too many, so Ming An was approached.

He sadly missed the perfect opportunity to please the King of Wei and his concubine.

Ming'an was full of resentment and went back with a stinking face. On the way, he saw the third son of the Yuan family.

"Eunuch Ming, who made you unhappy?" Yuan Ziyu seemed to be in a good mood.

As a human being, Yuan Ziyu treated all eunuchs equally, no matter whether they were traffickers and lackeys or high-ranking officials and noble women. The scholar-bureaucrats regarded eunuchs as dirt and disdained to interact with them. Only the third son of Yuan Ziyu talked and laughed with the eunuchs in public.

Ming'an rarely showed a sincere smile, "I heard that the prefect returned to Beijing early in the morning. Are you going to see Concubine De today?"

"That's right." Yuan Ziyu hesitated for a moment, then cupped his hands and said, "Eunuch Ming, I have something to ask you."

Mr. Yuan San is a learned man. Do you have any questions that you would like to ask yourself? Ming An was surprised and said: "What's the matter? Ming An Ding knows everything he knows."

"I dare to ask... is the imperial concubine okay now?"

"Everything is fine with the imperial concubine." Ming'an looked a little subtle. After hesitating for a moment, he couldn't help but remind him: "The King of Wei has always taken good care of the imperial concubine."

Yuan Ziyu didn't understand Ming An's implication at all, and she still had a relaxed smile on her face when she said goodbye to him.

He entered the palace today, saying he was going to see his aunt, but he turned around and went to Yilan Palace.

The maids in the outer palace were startled when they saw Yuan Ziyu, and hurriedly went in to tell Yu Tingwan that Yu Tingwan was teaching Ruyi's "Jiju Pian" when she heard that he was coming and sighed.

When Yu Tingwan walked outside the hall, he saw that figure at a glance. He had a long body and fluttering clothes, and his movements were very casual.

When Yuan Ziyu saw Yu Tingwan, he thought he could calm down, but there seemed to be a bird fluttering in his chest, which made him panic.

Not seeing her for a long time, he missed her so much that he didn't dare to look into her eyes. He only dared to look at her hair, but when he saw a lotus hairpin, his face changed slightly.