Chapter 199 Making Clothes

Chapter 199 Making Clothes

King Zhao remained silent.

Is this guy anything shy?

"Prince"

Ji Yunqing put on his clothes and walked out, holding on to the bookshelf, his hands and feet were weak, looking powerless and frail.

She looked at King Zhao with her watery eyes and blinked: "My Lord, my legs are weak and I can't walk anymore. Please bring the child over so I can play with him."

King Zhao pointed out in doubt: "You were not like this just now!" He was walking freely when he was holding the clothes just now.

Ji Yunqing coughed lightly: "That's because the body hasn't reacted yet." She just thought of using the child to get King Zhao away, and then she could take the book away.

You can't work so hard for most of the day and get nothing in return, right?

King Zhao looked at the woman in front of him who had changed her clothes and looked like a crabapple flower after the rain. He didn't want to hug the little girl at all.

If you have time to hug your child, you might as well hug him.

"Don't worry, Yunqing. Your maid is taking care of the child. Besides, you need to have a good rest now."

As King Zhao spoke, he pushed the person down onto the chair next to the desk. Ji Yunqing was about to struggle, but she found that she was sitting in a perfect position with an inconspicuous secret compartment right in front of her.

Isn't this a coincidence?

She quietly went to see King Zhao. Perhaps, although he was not busy today, he still had a lot of things to do, and he was concentrating on reading a book.

After thinking about it, Ji Yunqing tiptoed away from his seat, opened the door, and the dazzling sunlight outside instantly shone on him.

This kind of weather is perfect for taking the kids outside to have fun!

At this moment, Hemerocallis was coaxing her child. When she saw her master coming out, she hurried to greet him.

"master?"

Is it done?

Ji Yunqing shook his head and stretched out his hand to Ruirui: "I'll take Ruirui in to play for a while."

Hemerocallis was now certain that her master had failed and needed external help, that is, the young master's help.

The two quickly completed the handover, and Ji Yunqing returned to the study with the child in his arms.

King Zhao looked at her. Ji Yunqing was holding the child in her arms and said with a wry smile, "Your Majesty, this child keeps calling for his mother. I'll just hold him for a while."

After a while, Ji Yunqing saw King Zhao concentrating on his work, so she held Xiao Ruirui's hand and quietly touched the secret compartment.

She had to figure out how to open this thing first.

"pat"

The secret compartment opened.

King Zhao looked up instantly.

Ji Yunqing also frowned and lectured the child in his arms: "Can't you be quiet? Your father is so diligent and hardworking, why are you so naughty and dare to dismantle your father's desk? It's really outrageous!"

The almost one-year-old baby who was being scolded by his mother stared with innocent eyes, gesticulating with joy and shouting “Mom, it’s cold”.

King Zhao closed the secret compartment and continued to work without saying anything.

after a while

"pat"

King Zhao put down his writing and raised his head again.

What comes into view are the well-behaved faces of mother and son.

"Your Highness, how come this is another drawer? I can't understand how Ruirui could open it for him. Is this the legendary father-son bond?"

King Zhao lowered his head and went back to work.

Then...

Little Ruirui, who was less than one year old, "accidentally" opened more than ten small secret compartments in succession, and was overwhelmed by them all.

Ji Yunqing said nonsense again: "Your Majesty, Ruirui is so naughty, why is this endless?"

King Zhao finally put down the pen in his hand and looked at Ji Yunqing with a half-smile: "Did Ruirui really do something bad?"

"It's Ruirui. Who else could it be if not him? I have always been a good kid since I was little and never acted naughty."

Ji Yunqing pushed the innocent kid playing with his hands into Prince Zhao's arms and said, "Well, if you are angry, just punish him. He is just a poor little baby."

Even though there was a lively little thing in his arms, it did not affect King Zhao's state at all - he had long been accustomed to holding children.

"Why should I punish him? Ji Shi——"

There was a sudden knock on the door, and the three people in the room looked over at the same time.

Ruirui was so excited that he wanted to stand up from his father's arms and clapped his chubby hands: "Dad, let's go! Yeah!"

King Zhao's voice returned to its usual coldness: "What's the matter?"

"Your Majesty, the palace summoned you."

King Zhao lowered his eyes to glance at the kid in his arms, then stood up and put him on Ji Yunqing.

Before the other party could feel secretly delighted that he had finally gotten the chance, he heard what the other party said.

"I have something to do now, please go back first."

Ji Yunqing hurriedly showed an aggrieved face: "Your Majesty, I have finally come here, and the child is grown up and it is a good time for him to study.

I want to take him to appreciate the books in the prince's study, so that he can study hard in the future."

"……May I?"

King Zhao looked at the kid with a strange look in his eyes, and pointed at him, who was chewing his feet whenever he got the chance. He said, "Are you saying that you want this kid who is less than one year old to study?"

"Um"

She nodded reluctantly.

This statement was so outrageous that Ji Yunqing couldn't think of how to explain it.

Finally, King Zhao patted her on the top of her head and said, "Let's go. Aren't there books in your yard? Aren't there enough for him to read?"

On the first day, Ji Yunqing returned empty-handed with the child.

She recalled the whole process and murmured: "It's a big loss."

Xuancao looked at Ji Yunqing worriedly: "Master?"

Ji Yunqing shook his head: "I'm fine"

Yesterday she also took on a task, which was to make clothes for King Zhao.

The person who is best at making clothes in the entire Osmanthus Courtyard is Xiuqiu, so it is obvious that Xiuqiu's help is needed for this task.

"Master, let me teach you how to sew clothes first."

One of them teaches and the other learns.

Two hours later...

"Wait, how about this, you just help me cut it."

This is too difficult.

Ji Yunqing felt sad when he saw the pieces of cloth cut here and there.

It's not a big problem, it's just that she always cuts it crookedly, cutting the fabric too big or too small, making it completely unusable.

"Hydrangea, do you think... can these fabrics be pieced together to make a new dress?" They are all good materials, it would be a shame to throw them away.

She had never wasted so much since she was a child.

Hydrangea was speechless.

Nanny An said, "Master, think about it, how could the prince wear clothes made of such rags? It looks so shabby. I would say that these rags should be thrown away. Out of sight, out of mind."

"How can you throw it away?"

Ji Yunqing retorted: "Well, put these materials together and make clothes for me. If I don't go out, I will wear them in the yard."

Nanny An was completely silent now.

The clothes are sand green in color. Since the master doesn't know how to embroider, we chose a material with bamboo leaf patterns, which is very suitable for men to wear.

But if women are allowed to wear it.

"... As long as the master is happy."

The problem of the scraps of cloth was solved, and Ji Yunqing returned to the first problem.

"Hydrangea, please help me cut the clothes. The needlework can be seen anyway, but if I don't tell you about cutting clothes, no one will know."

Some people can tell the craftsmanship of a piece by looking at the stitches, but can anyone tell the craftsmanship by looking at the tailoring of the clothes?

"no"

It was still Nanny An who opposed it.

Just as Ji Yunqing pouted, Nanny An continued, "Let Xiuqiu cut the cloth, and then you can cut it according to the size. This way, you can make it yourself and it's simple and convenient."

Ji Yunqing's eyes lit up.

"Mammy is so smart!"

Soon, the clothes were cut and Ji Yunqing began to pick up the needle and thread.

She wrote with a vigorous pen and wielded the needle, and in a short while she had finished sewing a large piece of cloth.

Xiuqiu and Nanny An were both curious, how could the master do it so quickly?

When I got closer to take a look, I saw that both of them were silent.

This stitch is bigger than your asshole.

"Master, this won't work. Look, we have to do this..."

Xiuqiu explained again that she felt that making one piece of clothing for her master was more tiring than making two pieces of clothing for herself.

In this way, more than half a month passed during the teaching and learning period.

I don’t know if it was because Ji Yunqing got up too early and was too noisy that day, or because he sucked King Zhao dry too vigorously.

In short, after such a long time, I didn’t have to go for the scheduled recitation, and instead just read by myself in the yard.

Ji Yunqing was very relaxed about this.

A piece of clothing was also half finished.

She was really annoyed by what she was doing and didn't want to do it anymore.

The more I think about it, the angrier I get.

She came to this mansion to live out her retirement, so why is she so tired as a dog now?

That day, Ji Yunqing said he would not do anything anymore.

It just so happened that the coarse salt from the yard was bought back, and Ji Yunqing planned to make another batch of edible salt.

The salt used for cooking in the palace is all high-standard fine salt. It is clean, hygienic, and looks white. It is also good for cooking delicious dishes, but it is also expensive.

Ji Yunqing was reluctant to buy such expensive stuff for her own use or to pickle vegetables, so she simply filtered the relatively cheap salt she bought herself.

You can eat it this way.

Although in ancient times, salt was not very cheap.

As she was thinking this, she entered the room carrying the salt shaker and took out a bunch of tools from the box in the corner. All of them were made by her.

I have made salt several times before, so this time I was familiar with the process and patiently went through it again and again.

You know what, compared to making clothes, she was obviously in a much better mood doing this.

After thinking about it, Ji Yunqing felt that the clothes he made would be worn by others, but the salt was for himself to use, so how could they be the same?

Just when it was about to be done, Ji Yunqing heard a noise coming from the yard.

This was followed by the sound of servants paying their respects.

"Meet the Prince"

I could clearly hear that familiar male voice asking, "Where is Ji?"

"My Lord, my Master..."

Hemerocallis was a little hesitant, not knowing whether she should say it directly.

Every time the master brought the salt jar in, she would get out a jar of clean fine salt. The master said that this was a secret recipe passed down from her ancestors.

So, can the prince see it?

Logically speaking, the prince is not born to Master Ji, so he should not be allowed to see him.

Nanny An looked at Xuancao in confusion, wondering what was wrong with this girl.

She didn't know about Ji Yunqing's ancestral secret recipe, and she didn't know that the salt she bought was all coarse salt and that Ji Yunqing had undergone secondary processing.

Isn’t the master in that room called “tool room”?

"Your Majesty, the master is there. I will go and invite him right away."

How can we let Nanny An in?

Xuancao looked a little flustered: "Prince, Madam, let me go and invite you!"

As she said this, she was about to run away and knock on the door.

"stop!"

King Zhao looked at the flustered little maid with sharp eyes and said, "No need, I will go there myself."

"But your lord..."

Daylily stood there, wanting to stop it but not having the courage.

I could only watch King Zhao walk to the door.

She stared with her eyes fixed, her fists slightly clenched, and the tension was obvious on her face.

Nanny An noticed something was wrong. She looked up to see if anyone was paying attention. She quietly moved to Xuancao's side and asked in a low voice, "Xuancao, what's wrong with the master?"

“No… I’m fine.”

Who would believe what Xuancao said, let alone Nanny An, an old maid who has been immersed in the palace for many years.

"Tell me the truth, and I'll see if I can help the master cover up the past. If you don't tell me..."

Nanny An narrowed her eyes, which made Hemerocallis tremble with fear.

But Hemerocallis still shook her head, looking honest: "Mammy, it's really okay!"

Between telling Nanny An the truth or trusting her master, Xuancao chose the latter.

Unable to get any information out of her, Nanny An could only glare at Xuancao angrily: "...you little girl..."

"Hehe, don't worry, Ma'am, it's really okay."

If it is necessary to let Nanny An know, it is better for the master to tell her personally. She cannot make the decision on her own.

King Zhao quickly walked to the door of the room. He stopped and heard no sound from inside the room.

Just as I was about to push the door, I saw it creak open.

Behind the door was Ji Yunqing's smiling face.

"Your Majesty!"

She jumped into King Zhao's arms joyfully and enthusiastically, wrapped her two thin white arms around his neck, and looked up at him with great dependence.

The words that came out were sticky:

"Why are you here?"

"You still remember to come and see me?"

"I thought the prince had forgotten me a long time ago!"

King Zhao hugged the sweet and soft woman in his arms. Something was wrong. He lowered his head and sniffed her, frowning, feeling something was wrong.

How does he feel...

"My beloved concubine, why do you smell... a little salty?"

Ji Yunqing's body stiffened; she was careless.

But this is not a big problem, Ji Yunqing quickly relaxed again.

She leaned close to King Zhao's ear and whispered coquettishly:

"Your Majesty, I was just secretly eating some pickled vegetables with two large steamed buns. It was super delicious."

She looked outside again with a guilty look on her face and pouted: "It's just that Aunt An kept saying that I was getting fat and couldn't eat so much, so I ate secretly."

King Zhao: “…”

For a moment, I didn't know whether I should be angry about the woman in the backyard eating pickles, or be angry about having to hide while eating pickles.

He looked at the woman in front of him with complicated eyes, his mood was hard to describe!

It’s also hard to describe Nanny An.

The yard was so small and no one dared to whisper around Prince Zhao, resulting in a very quiet scene. Even Nanny An could hear what Ji Yunqing said.

Nanny An felt that if she didn't defend herself, her reputation of mistreating her master and not allowing him to eat would spread.

"Your Majesty, I did say this, but..."

But she didn't listen to a word her master said. She ate whatever she was supposed to eat every day, without missing a single bite.

This is too unfair to her.

Ji Yunqing glanced at Nanny An and thought that Nanny was wronged, but she didn't plan to reveal the method of refining fine salt. She would wait until Prince Zhao discovered it himself.

Anyway, unless there is an outrageous amount of fine salt, the people still cannot afford to buy it or eat it. She took it out to promote King Zhao's achievements, which would be good for her, but not much.

Thinking about it this way, it would be better to wait until she plans to rebel and become emperor, or to make sure Ruirui grows up and then help him.