Mrs. Hua Yi

Chapter 544 Ice Flower (2)
Kuyi's eyes turned quietly, raised her pupils and smiled brightly: "Ma'am, Kuyi didn't dare to refuse, but Zhuo's Weaver Girl has always been used to being free.
Only by letting the mind run wild can we weave the brocade, which will satisfy the beauties all over the world.The difference between the harem and the folk is like clouds and mud. It is not as good as the emperor's decree that folk men and women are not allowed to wear first-class loose flower silk silk, cloud embroidery, letter period embroidery, and velvet embroidery. In this way, our Zhuo's weaving workshop will naturally have second- and third-rate fabrics. , not only meet the needs of the rich in the world, but also can take the Silk Road to trade with foreign countries if there is any surplus, and spread that our Han Dynasty brocade is the best in the world, and it can be used to pass on to future generations, so that it will not be broken in Zhuo Kuyi's generation. skill.Furthermore, Kuyi can recommend Mrs. Yu Guihua, a master of Sanhua Ling. She is the only successor of Sanhua Ling. Floors. "

The emperor nodded and said: "Miss Zhuo's words are very reasonable, Huaer, you don't have to force others to make things difficult."

"Oh? Who is the descendant of the loose flower silk? Who is it?" Mrs. Gui Hua's Miao pupil had a little spiritual smoke, containing a few flowers of Frost.

"Shouchun rich man, known as Yinhai, is like the wife of Bai Di, Baidi. She is the real heir of Sanhua Ling, and she is from the same teacher as Mrs. Qianwan in our weaving workshop. Madam learned how to embroider on clouds, letter period embroidery, and velvet embroidery. The three together are worth a piece of scattered flower silk. Kuyi knows very well that the weavers in the palace are always the most dexterous hands in the world, and their wisdom is also excellent. Kuyi doesn't want the palace to lack beautiful brocades. Why don't you ask the emperor to choose a few smart weavers to come to Zhuo's weaving workshop? After a few days of learning, with their comprehension, they will be able to master it in a few days, and Qianwan should go to the palace to weave and teach, but they are folk women, I am afraid that they cannot adapt to the rules of the palace, so I hope the emperor will please!" Ku Yi Talking gracefully, the eyes sparkle, like a famous flower under the moonlight.

"Zhuo Kuyi, what you said is that you don't want Qianwan and others to enter the palace. It is said that Qianwan wove a plain gauze Zen robe, which is extremely beautiful. I really want to see it with my own eyes and let her enter. The weaving in the palace is just for me to let her embroider the most beautiful clothes in the world for me to please the emperor. The emperor's heart is open, which means that the father's blessing will last forever. Don't the people in the world desire it? You can't bear Qian Wan and others. When someone enters the palace, it is tantamount to not wanting the emperor to live happily ever after, which is tantamount to a death penalty, do you know? And one more point, are you afraid that the royal family will abuse them?" Gui Hua smiled coldly, with a look of hesitation on his face.

The emperor frowned, his sharp pupils stared at the bitter barley, his fingers lightly clasped the camphor table, as if he was deep in thought.

Kuyi smiled lightly and said: "How could the royal family abuse the weaver? Kuyi is afraid that the royal brocade will be missed, so that the wife will not be able to smile. If the wife is not happy, it means the emperor is unhappy. What's more, Mrs. Baidi is my aunt's sworn sister, and I know her skills best, ten times more subtle than Qianwan, and she will definitely make the brocade in the palace flourish like a flower."

"Your aunt?" Mrs. Gui Hua's complexion changed, Qiu Bo gouged out a few times, and said in a firm voice, "That's fine, it's up to you!"

Just as he finished speaking, he suddenly frowned, rubbed his chest and moaned, his expression extremely painful.

The emperor was startled, and hurriedly hugged her into his arms, and said anxiously: "Hua'er, what's wrong? Is it still painful?"

Mrs. Gui Hua leaned against his chest sadly, and said desolately: "Your Majesty, I am afraid that I will not be able to accompany you anymore. I am so cold that my body is piercingly cold. The imperial doctor said that Bing Furong is really cold. My body has always been weak and I cannot bear the invasion of cold air." , Your Majesty, am I going to die?"

After all, shrink into a ball and cling to the emperor.

The emperor's brows furrowed, and he let out a painful cry: "Zhuo Kuyi, it's all your fault! If there is a high mountain and low water in Hua'er, I will never forgive you! Come, send the imperial physician!"

(End of this chapter)