The prostitute is fierce: the vicious queen does not accept joy

"In that case, the servants and servants will just follow what the young lady said."

Su Yueming nodded and said, "Okay, from now on, Taxue, you must always pay attention to my daily words and deeds, and imitate them, so as not to be recognized easily at that time." She then explained the details After explaining them one by one, the two servant girls were quick-witted and quickly understood her intentions.

is the day.

Su Yueming asked Taxue and Qingchen to find a piece of high-quality black fabric for her, and also found a needle and thread.

Holding the scissors, she cut the pattern while thinking, looking very serious.

When Taxue saw her, she couldn't help asking——

"Judging from the fabric and style of this robe, it seems to belong to a man. Miss, are you going to make clothes for the prince?"

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

"The prince is here..." Just as he was speaking, Qingchen outside the door shouted.

Su Yueming was stunned when he heard this, and quickly put down the scissors, and hurriedly gathered the needle, thread and fabric into a ball, and hurriedly ordered:

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

Taxue thought that Su Yueming wanted to keep it as a surprise for Murong Canghai, so she hurriedly helped tidy it up.

"Hahaha..." Murong Canghai's hearty laughter came from outside the door, and Su Yueming looked outside——

Surrounded by all the soldiers, Murong Canghai walked in imposingly, with a haughty expression on his face, with an arrogance of dominating the world and being invincible, such a man, any woman would fall in love with him at first sight, right? Even Su Yueming had to admit that he was good-looking, as if he had stepped out of an ink painting.

It was too late to hide the things, Su Yueming hugged her in her arms and ran to the back of the screen, who would have expected Murong Canghai to stride in with long arms and legs, and grabbed her with his hand, and approached his ear and asked——

"What did you do to run away in such a hurry?"

Su Yueming tightened his body, jumped out of his hand, held the cloth tightly in his hand, and said, "It's nothing, it's just that I was just about to leave, I didn't know you were coming."

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

"This is..." She started, but didn't know how to answer.

"This is the robe that Miss will personally sew for the prince." Taxue said hastily.

"Really?" When Murong Canghai heard this, he immediately looked excited, and happily grabbed the cloth out of her hands like a child.

An uncomfortable expression flashed across Su Yueming's face, but she only grabbed a corner of the fabric with her hand, and she said, "It's not finished yet."

"So you admit that it was made for me?" Murong Canghai draped the cloth that had just been cut and hadn't even been stitched on his body, looked at the bronze mirror, and said to the servants, " Just look, it's just right."

Su Yueming couldn't help laughing after hearing this, and said, "It's still a few pieces of fabric that haven't been cut neatly, you just say it's just right, where it came from is just right."

"I think it's just right." The king of the North Courtyard, who has always been as cold and charming as a demon, behaved like a child who received a beloved gift at this moment, and all the servants in the room received a lot of heartache. Shocked.