Wu Yu closed his eyes, resisted the urge to punch the fat and thin people on the head, and said in a normal tone as much as possible, "The king and the future queen are already here. Hurry up and do your work."
It’s about that.”
After finishing speaking, Wu Yu turned sideways slightly and backed away.
"Mr. Wu, we have been waiting for your words!" When the magistrate of Mo County heard that there was a size to measure, he laughed so hard that his eyebrows almost disappeared and his mouth almost reached to his ears.
He pulled the fat tailor and rushed to Huangfulian to salute, "Mo County Magistrate Mo Renjia, please see my king!"
The magistrate of Mo County said that he was about to kneel down.[
"No need to be polite." Huangfulian waved her hand to stop her, turned to look at the chubby man next to the magistrate of Mo County, and asked, "Are you the tailor?"
The fat tailor was stunned, not knowing how to react.
Although the magistrate of Mo County only goes back to the capital once a year to report on the year's work, he has met Huangfulian and understands Huangfulian as a person. Generally speaking, the etiquette of grand occasions is over, but in ordinary occasions, the king does not like others.
Too much courtesy.
That's why he dared to be so presumptuous just now.
But the fat tailor has stayed in Mo County all his life and has never even been to the next county. If it weren't for the good silk business in Mo County, and foreigners often come here to buy silk, the fat tailor would never have the chance to meet outsiders in his life.
, how can it be possible to see the king of a country.