047 ingenuit

Cheng Xueyan took the crochet and smiled.

"Can you be a female celebrity?"

The girl smiled so kindly that Bitong was a little uneasy: "Yes, a little..."

"Is this dress made by yourself?"

The girl circled around herself and looked up and down, much like a dog examining the bones given to her by strangers. Of course, it is very disrespectful to describe the master in this way, but...

"I made it myself, Bitong..."

"Well, good, good, really good..."

Cheng Xueyan ignored her nervousness, pinched her skirt for a while, pulled her skirt for a while, nodded to show her satisfaction, and then...

"This is..." She took the paper handed over by the girl: "What does the clothes look like?"

"Smart, can you make it?"

"Does the girl want me to make clothes?" Bitong said angrily, "The girl said it directly, scared me to death..."

She pulled up her sleeve as a fan: "Who is the girl going to give thanks?"

"I wear it!" Cheng Xueyan smiled.

"Ah?" Bitong's eyes widened: "That maidservant dare not. The clothes of the girls in the house are sent to..."

"I don't want anything to cut the clouds and cut the haze room, it's up to you..."

"How dare the maidservant? The craft of slaves and maidservants is poor, but the girl is the body of a daughter..."

"Don't say that, will you do it or not?"

"I dare not..."

"What else do you dare not do? You even dare to reverse what the master said..."

"servant..."

"I'll ask you one last time, do you... or not?" The tone is aggravated.

"My maidservant..." Bitong almost nodded with tears.

"That's right."

Well, she doesn't want to do this, but she can't do anything for an old-fashioned girl like Bitong. Sometimes, intimidation is stronger than persuasion. Of course, it can't be used often.

Byung opened the sandalwood box to find the material.

"A few days ago, the second lady sent someone to send two new patterns. I looked too fancy and put them away. In addition, there is the old silk silk. The girl used a lot when drying the petals, and some places were also dyed with flower juice. I don't know which one the girl wants to use to make clothes?

"This is it..."

Cheng Xueyan's hand is slender, with a gentle finger.

Bidong looked into the colorful green and saw that the girl referred to a Soro, but the color...

"Black, black, black..."

"What is strimenting? I'll take it..."

Bitong couldn't help being stunned: "Is the girl going to march to war or walk at night?"

"Do you have to do this to wear black? That's what you said. Like me, it's better to be honest..."

"The girl is... but it's not easy to break the can..."

This sentence "broken jar" annoyed her.

"If I dress up to be a little more picky, I will not be a woman. Now I just want to make a black dress, and it turns out to be a 'broken can' again. It's okay to break the can. Hurry up and fall down. Let's break up..."

Bitong had never seen his master so angry that he immediately knelt on the ground and sobbed.

Cheng Xueyan finally spit out after holding her breath for a long time. She didn't want to embarrass her. Seeing her like this, she also regretted it. Her temper has always been like this, and she can't suppress it when she comes up. She can't come and go quickly. Unexpectedly, she hasn't changed after a lifetime.

"Get up, I don't want to target you, just..."

Is it just that she can be angry with the whole tradition of imprisoning people? What's the difference between this and kicking the wall barefoot?

"Ok, don't kneel down and pick out the material quickly. I have decided to wear this when I go to Guanji Museum..."

Bitong's exclamation was stuck in her throat, but she had to obey the girl's meaning. She is not going to talk too much. Anyway, whether it is suitable for the girl will feel it sooner or later.

Cheng Xueyan was not idle when Bitong was cutting and sewing, but she was mainly responsible for constantly supplementing details and guiding how to cut Bitong's position.

Although she has learned clothing design, it is still the first time to make ancient clothes. It is impossible to only look like some costumes. There are always places that are unexpected, and black gives people a feeling of depression. It must be improved from the style to highlight the nobility and mystery of black.

Bitong was tortured by her and felt dizzy, and somehow agreed to use the so-called "little" rose purple, which seemed to say that the reason was "pure black taboo".

The master and servant tossed around all night. When the chicken crowed, Bitong rubbed his swollen eyes and glanced at the black and almost finished clothes placed in **. She felt that except for the sleeves that seemed to have made some improvements, and added a little brightness to the edge of the rose purple groove, the rest was no different. I guess the girl would regret it as soon as she put it on.

"I've been busy all night, you go to bed first..."

The girl was holding the crochet and drawing a thread in the "weaving net", and the net was also black.

She is now sleepy as soon as she sees black, so she did not refuse the girl's advice. She went directly to the outside. As soon as her head touched the pillow, she simply fainted.

I don't know how long it took, and she felt that someone pushed her.

I tried to open my eyes and saw a black one standing in front of me.

The eyes gradually focused, and then opened their eyes wide, "Teng" and sat up from **.

Is this... that black dress?

I saw a long black skirt without any decoration on the ground, but a ribbon with the thin edge of roses and purple swirled down to the knees. The wind passed, gently drooping, as if a mysterious starlight had passed in the night.

The ribbon has been worked on. The girl said that the material must be cut diagonally so that it can have this elegant and light effect, and then the edge of the rose-purple silk thread is used. This ribbon alone took two hours. Naturally, she completed the task of hooking. While playing with her clothes, the girl muttered that there was no edge machine, otherwise she would complete the cloud quickly. Originally, she wanted this ribbon to grow to the ground, but fortunately, the girl cut a section, otherwise her eyes would have to fall out.

The top is very ordinary, cut and portable, with wide sleeves. The key is that the sleeve, although the wide sleeve, is only narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, and the cuffs are less than a foot. It is also cut diagonally, so the sleeves are also fluttering. When you raise your hand, there is a feeling of wanting to fly. The girl ingeniously cut a few millet-sized holes on her clothes, which made her hook the hole. She deliberately hooked the edges tightly to avoid revealing meat. At present, these purple dots seem to be blooming in fairy fields, which are very small.

She was so tired that the girl said it was cheap enough for her, because she originally wanted her to embroider a string of wisteria on her collar...

The breasts are also black. According to the requirements, a row of large camellias need to be embroidered at the edge. Yesterday, only one was embroidered. The girl still thinks that her thread is too tight, but now she wears it on her, lining the skin on her chest is more dazzlingly white. Coupled with the style of the whole body, it is simply... very luxurious.

That's on the girl's head...

The girl combed her bun slightly high today. Fortunately, it was still a bun, but the bun was shattered and shiny, as if something was hanging.

She got up and walked around behind the girl...

It turned out to be the net, which was knitted by the girl yesterday. The net just wraps the bun inside, the size of the mesh nails, occasionally connected with broken crystals, only a slight movement, and then the light waves flow. The mesh mouth was tied with twisted silk thread, and it hung diagonally to the chest. Under it were two pearl pendant angles, shining.

The girl's mind...

"Girl's jewelry is called..."

"Full of stars..."

"Full of stars?" Bitong blinked and clapped her hands and said, "It's really like the stars all over the sky..."

She circled around the girl, looked up and down, and said, "I didn't expect black to look so beautiful..."

Cheng Xueyan is particularly proud, silly girl, out of date. You know, black is a popular color that will never change in our modern times.

Bitong's eyes shifted to the stars above her head, reflecting the brilliance of the broken crystals: "Girl, didn't you mean to teach me..."

"Bitong," Cheng Xueyan's mind was still spinning on her clothes. She pointed to the camellia on her chest: "This is also like this. Do you think we can make this flower three-dimensional?"

"Three-dimensional?"

"Yes," Cheng Xueyan pointed her head unconsciously as if she had returned to her studio and arranged the work of her subordinates: "Cut it into petals with silk or yarn, and then stack it in layers, and some places need to be made into double layers..."

The girl didn't know she was sleepy all night, and she was still enthusiastic about teaching herself to be a "three-dimensional flower"...

Bitong yawned and found scraps to start working.

Finally, a row of small and exquisite flowers were on the upper edge of the chest. In order to harmonize, two camellias were still embroidered between them, while Cheng Xueyan made a large bowl of flowers and pinned them to her right shoulder with a brooch.

The flower is extremely exquisite. The black and purple petals are different from each other, and three or two long petals are picked out and slanted on the shoulders. They are sprinkled with silver powder. The stamens use scattered gold thread and point one or two broken diamond rights for clearing. With a gentle blow, the petals move gently, and the light is broken, which is really like the first bloom of a morning flower.

Bitong touched the flower lovingly and said to herself, "Will this flower look good if it is worn on her head?"

This sentence reminded Cheng Xueyan that she has never seen fake flowers in her makeup. Although it is a "flower", it is full of flowers, birds, fish and insects. The colors are mainly bright red and pink, and the patterns are lined with green leaves and decorated with yellow. They are all bright colors, but they are extremely vulgar together. These fake flowers are usually worn on wedding or festive holidays, collectively referred to as velvet flowers, which means "glory". She saw that those velvet flowers were put there well. It was estimated that the real Cheng Xueyan was also disgusted with its vulgar color and idleness.

She took the bright yellow silk, picked a light silver-white silk, chose the lotus green silk, and made a pair of sunflowers three times. The heart of the flower was inlaid with a few bright red rice beads, sprinkled some pearl powder, and then personally pinned it next to Bitong's bun.