After listening to the steward's words, Zhao Changyuan understood in his heart that he was making things difficult for his subordinates. Those tailors made by the royal family were not even minor officials. When encountering major events in the court, they had to rush to provide services for the emperor, prince, princess, and
The concubines in the harem made clothes. And even if there was an extra thread or half a fish scale missing from the embroidery, it would be a serious crime of beheading.
So no matter how angry I was, it would never be the turn of these little people who were doing things with their heads high. And if I delayed a little bit, the emperor would definitely blame someone who was made by the emperor.
Thinking of this, Zhao Changyuan sighed, turned around and handed the tray to Qing Ning, and then followed the housekeeper.
The old tailor sent by Yu Zhizao has been making clothes in the palace for decades, so his craftsmanship is of course needless to say. Although this time he is just cutting wedding clothes for Prince Gong, the old tailor of Yu Zhizao knows that this prince is
The current emperor's biological brother. Although this man's wedding is not as good as the emperor's wedding, it can't be too bad.
His serious attitude simply shocked Zhao Changyuan. He measured from the collar to the sleeves, and from the waist to the height. These were originally the most basic tailoring methods, and Zhao Changyuan had nothing to say. He just didn't expect these tailors to measure them.
After taking the left hand, measure the right hand, and finally the left leg and right leg, including the thigh and calf.
After tossing together like this, Zhao Changyuan was already full of anger, and said with a dark face: "Fortunately, I have two hands and two legs. If I meet a master with a centipede body, if I measure each of these hands and feet, I'm afraid
By the tenth day of next month, the size has not yet been determined."
The tailor was startled when he heard this. He knew that the prince was unhappy and was reprimanding him in a roundabout way. But the tailor was actually quite aggrieved. This was the emperor's order. If the clothes don't look good, or if they don't look good,
If you don't do it properly, your life will be lost. Who is willing to risk his life with a piece of clothing? Naturally, he has to be very energetic and treat it carefully and carefully.
However, the prince's expression could not be ignored, so the tailor had no choice but to smile and said shamelessly: "Your Majesty, you don't know something. Although everyone has one pair of arms and one pair of legs, and they look about the same length and thickness. But only
Only those of us who deal with sizes and clothes all day long know that a person's left and right arms are not the same thickness. Which hand exerts more force and uses normal force will naturally be thicker. The same is true for legs and feet. The heavier feet are thicker.
Bigger, the soles of the feet are thicker, and the calves are thicker. Ordinary tailors may not notice such subtle differences, but our imperial tailors must pay careful attention to them. The clothes I make for you masters like this,
It’s the most suitable one, and it will naturally be comfortable to wear.”
After listening to the tailor's explanation, Zhao Changyuan's face almost turned blue. He just frowned and had a cold face, but he didn't expect that the tailor would prevaricate him with such a long paragraph of jabbering words.
Zhao Changyuan immediately said angrily: "Okay, I don't have to pay that much attention. I'm not a girl either. There won't be half an inch difference in size, and the clothes won't be able to wrap around my waist. Just measure it roughly and see if it fits properly.
That's it. And remember, don't bring seven or eight styles for me to choose from. I don't have the time. Just think it's a ready-made garment, so just bring it to me. If you really piss me off
, I won’t do the wedding clothes anymore, I’ll let you all go home and put on mourning clothes.”
This last sentence was clearly a threat to lose his head. The tailor didn't dare to say another word anymore, and he took the measurements for such a long time. He knew the principle of giving up when he was satisfied, so he nodded with a smile and said
The measurements were taken, and everything was in accordance with the prince's instructions. Then he took the small book with the measurements recorded and ran away in a hurry.
The tailor finally left, but Zhao Changyuan was already very angry. Not to mention his good mood, he wanted to spend more time with Gong Yueyue and the baby in her belly during the rest. This was just a trip to the palace.
How should Gong Yueyue think about giving gifts and tailoring wedding clothes?
Zhao Changyuan knew that Gong Yueyue had a knot in his heart, but he just didn't want to cry, make trouble, or hang himself. This is where Zhao Changyuan felt that Gong Yueyue was sensible.
Although she had thought about running away before, now it seems that Gong Yueyue also has her own difficulties, and she will feel no less uncomfortable than herself. Therefore, it is best not to have such stimulation if possible.
Even if I really can't avoid the wedding day, it's just a formality. I will have plenty of opportunities to spend time with her in the future.
Thinking of this, Zhao Changyuan said to the housekeeper with a cold face: "The king is tired today. There will be no weaving or kitchen people. You can just make up your mind about anything. If you bother me again, I will also leave you too."
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The housekeeper has been working in Prince Gong's Mansion for so many years. This is not the first time he has seen the prince's cold face, but it is the first time he has been reprimanded by the prince in such harsh words. Although he felt that there was nothing he could do about it, he put on a look on his face.
With helpless bitterness, he said to Zhao Changyuan: "Master, you are the prince and you don't make the decision. How can I, a little butler, dare to work with my ancestors? If the emperor blames me, the villain's head will be gone.
If you refuse to say goodbye, you are doing two different things."
Zhao Changyuan was very angry, "Then you mean you can't even block me? Is it so difficult for me to be quiet? If this is the case, I will not stay in the mansion.
Come back on the tenth day of next month and see if you are still waiting for me to make up my mind."
When the housekeeper heard this, his face turned pale with fright. If the prince really had a bad temper and just rolled up his sleeves and left, then he would really be calling the heavens and the earth out of control.
He hurriedly agreed: "Yes, yes, I understand. Since the prince said you are tired, let's go and have a rest. If the villain can make the decision, let him explain first. If he can't make the decision..." The housekeeper looked secretly.
He glanced at Zhao Changyuan's cold face and said quickly: "If you can't make the decision, wait until the master is in a better mood and report it later."
In fact, there is no other way. We can't watch Zhao Changyuan go and let him cry again. So it is important to stabilize the prince first.
Anyway, with these words from the butler, Zhao Changyuan's face finally became less dark. He turned around and left the main hall, heading towards the garden behind to find Gong Yueyue. However, there was no one in the garden. Usually when he came to the garden, there was no one there.
I can hear Gong Yueyue's voice. Although she doesn't always laugh happily, at least I feel comforted when I hear her speak. But why is it so quiet today?
With doubts, Zhao Changyuan walked into the garden. Although the garden was large, it was not as far as the eye could see. However, Zhao Changyuan walked back and forth and did not see Gong Yueyue's shadow.
Gong Yueyue is not here, neither Qing Ning nor Xiaotong is here. So what about Ye Qi?
There is a tacit understanding between Zhao Changyuan and Ye Qi. Although Ye Qi is no longer his personal bodyguard, Ye Qi is usually used to hiding his body somewhere, and Zhao Changyuan knows it best. (To be continued.