Chapter 200 Everyone has their own thoughts
"Oh, my Lord, I have finished making most of the clothes for you. Let me take you to see them."
"Try the size first to see if it fits you. I told you making clothes is difficult. I have made so many with great difficulty."
She swung her arms in the air, drew a big circle, tilted her head to look at King Zhao, and said, "That's all the problems I have."
King Zhao's thoughts were carried away, and he also laughed, saying with interest: "Really? Then I must take a good look at it."
Before leaving, King Zhao glanced at him vaguely.
Afterwards, Ji Yunqing walked back to the room excitedly and took out an unfinished piece of clothing from the sewing basket - she found a sewing basket specifically for making clothes.
When the dress was unfolded, it turned out that there were indeed many places that were not sewn. Ji Yunqing took it in his hand and said, "Look, Your Majesty, this dress is so beautiful!"
King Zhao looked at the crooked stitches on the edge and was silent.
Finally, he praised: "This fabric is really well chosen, soft and comfortable, you are thoughtful."
"Yeah," Ji Yunqing was also very satisfied, "There are already patterns on it, so I don't have to embroider it."
Maids such as Nanny An and Xuancao who were standing at the door lowered their heads as they listened. Eunuch Shi, who was also waiting outside, could not help but glance at Nanny An.
Your mistress speaks so recklessly, can't you teach her a lesson?
What do you mean no need to embroider? This is the prince's clothes, we must make it perfect!
King Zhao was full of approval: "What a clever idea!"
The stitches could be hidden inside. He couldn't even imagine how the embroidery pattern could be hidden.
I was praised
Ji Yunqing smiled proudly
She couldn't help but shake the clothes in her hands to make them stretch wider.
Suddenly, a silver light flashed in front of the two of them.
The two of them looked at the silver needle hanging in the air and fell silent at the same time.
Ji Yunqing was quick to react. He reached out and picked up the silver needle, his face full of surprise: "It's a needle. I was wondering why I couldn't find it anywhere. It turns out it's here."
As she picked up her clothes and checked them, she muttered, "I told you, there were ten needles in total, and now there are only seven left. How could this needle be lost for no apparent reason?"
Your Majesty, please try it on, maybe you can find the other two needles after you put it on."
Hearing this outrageous urging, King Zhao rubbed his temples.
Suggestion: "Why don't you look for it yourself?"
"That's so troublesome"
Ji Yunqing's face was full of "efficiency-oriented". She explained seriously: "Your Majesty, when you put on this dress, if you feel any prickles, tell me and I will check if there are any needles."
King Zhao looked at the new clothes his concubine had made for him and decisively declined.
"You'd better wait until the clothes are finished before letting me wear them." Then let someone check them first.
He already had a premonition that he would not be able to wear this dress.
But making clothes is just a means.
He warned in advance: "Ji, you must make clothes well and don't think about running around. If you can't make clothes well before the end of the year, you will be held responsible by the king."
After a pause, worried that it was not enough, he gritted his teeth and added: "It's the first time I made clothes, and I can do it so well.
As long as you practice more, maybe one day in the future, I will wear the clothes you make and be envied by others." There will never be such a day.
Ji Yunqing nodded with a bitter face: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, I will definitely work hard." He clenched his fists, and his attitude was very sincere.
I wondered in my mind, could it be that she didn't put in enough needles?
He wants to wear it even if it's in such a shitty state?
It was such a waste of her hard work in inserting the needle into clothes every day.
Forget it, just put two more next time and she will think of other ways.
The two of them had their own thoughts, and then they took the child to play with him. Ji Yunqing also talked about some things about the child to increase the closeness between father and son.
"My Lord, when the clothes for you are ready, I will make one for Ruirui as well. When the time comes, you will both wear them. They will definitely look great."
King Zhao lowered his eyes and looked at the little guy who was still smiling happily without knowing anything. He took Ji Yunqing's hand and said affectionately: "Children's clothes are too troublesome. It's a waste of eyes and hands. You just need to make clothes for me."
"OK then"
"So good." Prince Zhao touched her hair and brought up another topic: "Rui Rui's first birthday is coming soon. Logically, the palace should make good arrangements.
However, there have been many things going on in the palace recently, and the princess may be overwhelmed. You are Ruirui's biological mother, so you should pay more attention to the arrangements for the little guy's first birthday party."
Ji Yunqing nodded: "Your Majesty, I understand."
She placed her fingers lightly on the lapel of Prince Zhao's finely crafted and exquisitely embroidered robe, thinking that the princess would indeed be very busy during this period.
Don't forget that last Mid-Autumn Festival, two concubines gave birth to children. Then, Concubine Jian gave birth to a daughter, Concubine Mei gave birth to a son, and finally she gave birth to Ruirui.
What's more, there is a concubine named Qian in the mansion who is pregnant and trying to protect her fetus.
So the mansion will definitely be very busy during this period.
Too many people, too many eyes
Ji Yunqing suddenly grabbed Prince Zhao's clothes, raised his eyes and asked, "Your Highness, where is Ruirui's one-year-old celebration party being held?"
"That hasn't been decided yet. Why? Do you want to hold it in the Osmanthus Courtyard?"
After finishing speaking, King Zhao frowned a little: "Mid-Autumn Festival is a family dinner, but no one is invited. You can invite some close relatives and friends, or some female relatives."
Before King Zhao could finish his words, Ji Yunqing began to shake his head.
"No, no, no, I don't need to hire anyone, and I don't want to be in Osmanthus Courtyard."
She raised her chin towards the door and said, "Your Highness, look at how full my yard is. Where is there any space?"
We harvested a few crops some time ago and pulled out a lot of dead branches and leaves that were no longer growing, but she couldn't help but plant some more.
When he thought of this, Ji Yunqing suddenly remembered and stood up: "Your Majesty, I planted gourds, and they are growing well. Do you want me to give you one?"
King Zhao was curious: "Why do I need this?"
Ji Yunqing sincerely suggested: "You can use it as a ladle. It is very convenient to use it to scoop water."
King Zhao: “…”
He doesn't cook, let alone water the vegetables, so why does he need a ladle?
"I pickled a lot of small pickles in the yard some time ago. I'll bring some for you when you leave, and some vegetables back.
Oh, next spring, I will go and weave some baskets, so that you can pick some vegetables every time you go..."
King Zhao: "...You don't have to be so polite."
Among the women in his backyard, some brought him soup and cakes, some brought him sachets and belts, and some even brought him shoes and clothes, but no one brought him vegetables.
This Ji family is the first one.
“Don’t forget it”
Ji Yunqing didn't force it.
When King Zhao was leaving, he accidentally discovered that Eunuch Shi was holding a small box in his hand.
"What is this?"
When the prince asked, Eunuch Shi was stunned for a moment. He raised the box in his hand and said, "Your Highness, this is the pickled vegetables that the maid in Concubine Ji's courtyard gave to me.
They said they just pickled it this year, it is crispy and delicious, let me try it."
Although the prince forbade him to accept bribes, he was not allowed to accept large bribes. He could just accept small rewards. The pickles were not valuable items, so Eunuch Shi just accepted them.
Speaking of which, he hasn't eaten pickles for a long time and really missed the taste.
King Zhao took another look at the box, and Eunuch Shi began to feel uneasy. What was going on? Shouldn't he accept it?
Finally, King Zhao said, "Let's go."
The pickles that Ji was going to send him were pickled by herself, and were different from those pickled by this little maid.
Eunuch Shi looked down at the small pickles in his hand, wondering whether he should eat them.
After walking a few steps, King Zhao remembered something else.
"That room..."
This eunuch Shi knows!
"Your Majesty, I used the excuse that I had something to do, but I was unable to get in. However, I asked someone to look inside through the back window.
There was indeed a plate of pickles on the table, of which only two bites were left, and a plate of fist-sized steamed buns, of which only half was left, and some unfinished tea, but there was nothing else."
King Zhao nodded: "She really can eat!"
Early next morning
The morning meeting was over, and Ji Yunqing was walking outside with the crowd, but he heard the voice of the maid beside the princess.
"Please stay, Concubine Ji. The princess invites you to come over."
As soon as these words were spoken, several people who had not yet left stopped in unison and looked over here with either curiosity or scrutiny.
"Princess, you want to see me? Is there something wrong?"
"You will know after the concubine leaves."
Just like that, Ji Yunqing turned back before he had walked far.
When she finally left the yard, she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hemerocallis, let's go!"
She walked out with a smile on her face. Daylily, who was waiting outside, saw that her master was in a good mood, so she also smiled with relief.
"Master, we are going back late, I am afraid the young master will be waiting anxiously."
Speaking of this, Ji Yunqing had something to say: "That kid might not have woken up yet."
The two of them were talking as they walked. They had just walked out of the princess's main courtyard and hadn't said a few words when they happened to run into the king's concubine.
"Greetings to Concubine Ji, Concubine Ji, where have you been? Why are you back so late?"
Ji Yunqing glanced at Concubine Wang, whose face was full of curiosity, and thought to himself, don’t you know where I have been?
Weren't you there when the maid came to the main courtyard before?
"My concubine, I just came back from the main courtyard. The princess has something to tell me."
Upon hearing this, Concubine Wang's eyes lit up and she moved closer. A sweet and warm fragrance filled her nose, making Ji Yunqing unable to help but step back.
Waving the handkerchief in front of her nose, Ji Yunqing couldn't help but ask, "My concubine, I haven't seen you for a while. How come you have become such a sweet girl now?"
Speaking of this, Wang Shiqi couldn't help but explain, with a cunning look in her eyes: "You don't understand, this fragrance is particularly attractive" especially to men.
Ji Yunqing said silently in his heart, I really don’t understand, what’s going on? Do you want mosquitoes to suck your blood and then get diabetes?
She laughed dryly: "As long as the concubine likes it."
But somehow, after hearing this, the smile on Concubine Wang's face disappeared, and she even almost cried.
"Like? Oh, do you really like it?"
The concubine's usual smile turned bitter. She looked into the distance, her tone full of disappointment: "Concubine, you said the prince really likes it... That's it, when can I have a child?"
She stroked her abdomen with one hand. She was always a smiling and sociable person, but now she felt completely broken.
Ji Yunqing was at a loss for words this time. He thought that they were not that familiar with each other, so how could they start to talk about their innermost feelings?
"Well, it depends on fate. Otherwise, why don't you pray to Buddha?"
"How about asking the King of Hell to give you a good child as soon as possible?"
Wang Shiqi's broken character suddenly couldn't hold back: "How can I ask the King of Hell for help for something like this?"
"Why can't I ask?"
Ji Yunqing swore: "The King of Hell is in charge of life and death, as for reincarnation, he is very professional in this area."
This is convincing and well-founded.
She put her arm around the thin and weak shoulders of Wang Shiqi and said calmly, "Let's ask the King of Hell to pick a good child for us. Do you want a lively and cute one? Or a well-behaved and sensible one? Or a smart one?"
Wang Shiqi asked eagerly, "Can I have both?"
Ji Yunqing: "...Then it depends on you to make more wishes"
If you want a lot, you must make more wishes, right?
After the two of them talked for a while, the concubine's mood was no longer so broken. She cheered up again and showed a familiar smile: "I have delayed the concubine for so long, I am afraid that I will miss the things that the princess asked me to do, right?"
Ji Yunqing shook his head: "It's okay, no delay"
"Is that so?" The concubine felt embarrassed: "Otherwise, if Concubine Ji needs my help, she must tell me, and we should work together to complete the tasks assigned by the princess."
"It's still early, don't worry, I need to think about it slowly"
But I didn't expect Wang's concubine to be so enthusiastic. She kept pestering me all the way and insisted on helping me.
Seeing that the two had already reached the gate of the Osmanthus Courtyard, Ji Yunqing simply invited: "My concubine, why don't you come in and have a seat?"
Now Concubine Wang laughed even more happily.
She entered the yard and soon saw Ji Yunqing coming out after changing his clothes.
The two chatted about family matters while busy with their work.
"My concubine, look, you should dig it out more carefully. We don't want the gourd seeds."
Who would have thought that the two of them would make the ladle together!
After sitting for a while, Wang Shiqi couldn't help but ask, "Why don't you see the fourth young master?"
Ji Yunqing personally lit a fire to cook the gourd that had been sawed in half, and carried a piece of firewood to the makeshift stove. Hearing this, he didn't even raise his head: "There's so much smoke, why did you ask him to come out? Can't you see we're busy?"
Wang Shiqi: "... Concubine, how about going to the kitchen and find a maid who can light the fire?"
"No, no, it will be gone after a little burning." Ji Yunqing was very considerate: "My concubine Wang, please sit aside, I won't let the smoke get to you."
In the middle, Ji Yunqing warmly invited Concubine Wang to have lunch, but Concubine Wang left as if she was escaping.
Xuancao couldn't understand it: "Master, why is Concubine Wang walking so fast?"
Ji Yunqing laughed: "Do you really think she came here to work?"
"That shouldn't be the case, right?" Hemerocallis analyzed seriously: "It was just a coincidence, I didn't really want to work."
Now even Nanny An laughed: "Silly girl, the concubine doesn't live with the princess, how could it be such a coincidence?" How did they just happen to meet?