Chapter 78

Seventy-seven rolled on the bed, listening to the sound of natural sounds played by Xu Shu, the whole body was comfortable.

Ah, the supreme enjoyment ...

"Sister Xu, what is this song?"

"Sakura Sakura" *, Guzheng refers to Divine Comedy. "

It's hard for Xu Shu to play such a cruel Guzheng etude, and still take time to talk to Qiqi.

"Sister, tomorrow is about to race. What should your clothes do?"

Xu Shu stopped playing, holding her chin, "Yeah ... what should I do?"

"I think ... there is still a way."

Seventy-seven seems to have something to say.

What kind of position Xu Xu is, she will not be appetizing.

She only acted as if she hadn't heard it and showed no trace of interest.

Seventy-seven was really a little girl's heart. Seeing Xu Shu was not interested, she couldn't hide herself.

"Sister Xu, I said ... Maybe you have a particularly precious brocade all at once, which is much more beautiful than the girl who is aunt?"

Her eyes were shining, her caper and excitement were about to turn into little stars.

Xu Shu: "Oh."

Qiqi grabbed his heart and lungs, "Aren't you asking?"

Xu Shu: "Don't ask."

Seventy-seven: "... Ask me."

Xu Shu: "I don't want to know."

Seventy-seven: "I want to tell you."

Then it became noisy and noisy, we must say it.

Xu Shu evoked a triumphant smile.

"look."

Seventy-seven carefully took out a mahogany tray with a lake-blue brocade on it.

If it is just a piece of brocade, this is made by tying each silk thread with very thin and fine silver threads. Let 's not say how much silver it takes to make a piece of cloth. It is very likely that the silk was broken during the weaving process, so that we have to start over.

In order to weave this cloth, I don't know how much manpower and material resources it will cost.

Qiqi opened his eyes wide.

No matter how many times she has seen it, she can't help but marvel. Such gorgeous and exquisite dresses are worthy of Sister Xu's unbelievable beauty.

The barrage in Xu Shu's heart was only full of "rich" and "playable."

Her father-in-law was too petting for her.

Gratitude went straight to Qiqi.

"No no no, this is what Uncle Qi prepared."

Just kidding, how dare she grab the credit for the seventh uncle.

At that time, the eldest brother, relying on his uncle's young age, took his own method of flood control as his own, and then almost drowned.

Uncle Qi certainly doesn't care about these credits. After all, the father and the emperor are willing to give this youngest and only brother brother, but it does not mean that others can move him.

"Qi Muran?"

Seventy-seven: "..."

Well, in fact, she has become accustomed to Sister Xu calling out his uncle's name.

But even her mother did not dare to call the name of uncle Qi, and she called Wang Ye when she met.

But ... Sister Xu cried too well.

"Well ... when you went to Madam Yang's yard, Uncle Qi sent it."

Xu Shu felt the material and sighed, "Sure enough, he still loves his face, for fear that I lose his face."

Seventy-seven chick nodded like a peck of rice: "Yes, yes."

Qi Muran, who was eavesdropping outside the window, could hardly get up.

This woman ... ingratitude.

Hundreds of embroidered women rushed to work day and night in the palace. I don't know how many horses were weaved. In the end, she had to get one.

The guard next to me looked at the fist of his own grandfather, his body began to fight the Cold War subconsciously, but his heart was still defamating, at least on the surface, this is for the face ...

*: "Senbon Sakura" Lyrics: 黒 う さ P Composer: 黒 う さ P Original sing: Hatsune Miku guzheng Spectrum: Mo Yun Shaking

Thank you, Zhichuan Little Cute for giving a reward ~~

I think ... can I have another chapter?

(End of this chapter)