"Hurry and bring her the new cloak I made yesterday." She casually ordered to Hanxue next to her, tied her cloak on Shen Yunchu herself, and smiled gently, "How old is Hanxue? She is older and has a calmer temperament than Chunyan, so my mother gave her to you as well. Who dares to say that you are unfilial?"
"It's better to be respectful than to obey orders." Shen Yunchu could only agree, but when Hanxue came to her room, it was up to her to decide whether she would serve him personally or not.
The cloak was made of fine snow satin. The satin was embroidered with large peonies with gold thread, and phoenix silk was used to outline auspicious cloud patterns. It looked particularly graceful and rich. Shen Yunchu rubbed it with his bare hands and found the lining. It was old. It seemed that Webster scooped it out from the bottom of the box as a favor. She smiled slightly and said, "Thank you, mother, for giving me the cloak. I am very happy."
Only then did Webster truly smile, with a gentle expression on his face and some sarcasm in his eyes. He was indeed a child at heart. He would be happy just to give her a cloak. It was nothing more than that, so there was no need for her to bother to clean it up. Thinking this, the smile on his face became stronger and stronger, "Go back and rest quickly!"
Shen Yunchu knelt down and saluted, "My daughter, please excuse me." Then he knelt down and blessed the old lady and Mr. Wen, "My grandson will come to visit my grandmother and aunt tomorrow."
Mother Luo, Chun Yan, Chun Ping, and Han Xue followed her away. Mother Lin sent them out and then walked under the eaves. Shen Yunchu snorted softly, shook his neck and turned around, Mother Lin He quickly followed up and asked, "What's wrong with Chu Niang?"
"Nothing." Shen Yunchu looked meaningfully in the direction of the inner room, and continued to walk forward. Before taking two steps, he said "Hey" again, stopped in his tracks, touched the back of his neck, and his expression He looked at Mother Lin aggrievedly.
Mother Lin's eyes turned to Shen Yunchu's neck, and she saw a few red scratches on the back of her neck. But at the moment, the matron of the house was sitting in the inner room, and she couldn't say anything.
Shen Yunchu showed a strong and forbearing look, turned around and walked forward. After a few steps, his eyes welled up with tears. Mother Lin was a kind-hearted person and could not stand it any longer. She smiled and said: "The pattern of the cloak on Chu Niang's body is very beautiful." It's unique. A few days ago, the old lady said she wanted to make a uniquely embroidered cloak. I wonder if I could take it off and lend it to my slave to look at?"
Shen Yunchu knew that although the quality of this cloak was good, the embroidery patterns of peonies and cloud patterns were too common, not to mention how could the colors of the old lady's clothes be as fresh and fresh as hers? Mother Lin was just looking for a It was just an excuse to ask her to take it off. She didn't say much, as if she couldn't wait, she opened the tie around her neck and threw it to Mother Lin.
Mother Lin held the cloak and gently rubbed her fingertips across her neck, staining them with bright red blood. Then her face changed drastically. Shen Yunchu pretended to be innocent and asked, "Mother Lin, what's wrong with you?"
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Tuoba Xun: I saw that there are no [Collection] or [Recommended] children’s papers here, so I will sell them all to the Nanfeng Pavilion!