"In this case, the two servants will just follow what the young lady said."
Su Yueming nodded and said, "Okay, from now on, Ta Xue, you must always pay attention to my daily words and deeds and imitate them, so as not to be easily recognized when the time comes." She then told the details.
After explaining everything one by one, the two maids were clever and quickly understood her intention.
It's the day.
Su Yueming asked Texue and Qingchen to find a piece of fine black cloth for her, as well as needle and thread.
She held the scissors and was thinking about the pattern while cutting, looking very serious.
When Ta Xue saw it, he couldn't help but ask -
"Judging from the fabric and style of this robe, it seems to belong to a man. Are you going to make clothes for the prince?"
Su Yueming put down the scissors in his hand, raised the cut piece of fabric, gestured up and down, left and right, and said, "Yes."
"The prince is here..." Just as he was saying this, Qingchen shouted from outside the door.
After Su Yueming heard this, he was startled in his hands. He quickly put down the scissors, hurriedly gathered the needle, thread and fabric into a ball, and hurriedly ordered:
"Quick, quick, step on the snow, hide all these things, don't let him see them."
Texue thought that Su Yueming was keeping it as a surprise for Murong Canghai, so he quickly helped pack it away.
"Hahaha..." Murong Canghai's hearty laughter came from outside the door, and Su Yuemingchao looked over -
I saw Murong Canghai walking in majestically surrounded by all the soldiers. He had a arrogant look on his face, and he had a domineering and arrogant arrogance. Any woman would fall in love with such a man at first sight.
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, so Su Yueming held her in her arms and ran behind the screen. Unexpectedly, Murong Canghai, who had long hands and feet, strode in, reached out and grabbed her, and asked close to his ear -
"What have you done to make you run away in such a hurry?"
Su Yueming tensed up, jumped out of his hand, held the cloth in her hand tightly, and said, "It's nothing, I just got ready 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 the young lady will sew for the prince herself." Texue said quickly.
"Really?" After hearing this, Murong Canghai suddenly looked excited, as happy as a child, and grabbed the cloth from her hand.
An uncomfortable expression flashed across Su Yueming's face, but her hand only grabbed a corner of the fabric. She said, "It's not done yet."
"So you admit that you did this for me?" Murong Canghai put the cloth that had just been cut without even a stitch on his body, looked at the bronze mirror, and said to the slaves, "
Just take a look, it’s just right.”
Su Yueming couldn't help but laugh after hearing this, and said, "It's just a few pieces of fabric that haven't been cut neatly yet. You just say it's just right. Where did it come from?"
"I think it's just right." The King of the North Campus, who had always been cold and charming, as unpredictable as a devil, actually acted like a child who got a beloved gift at this moment. All the slaves in the room were deeply affected.