Qingya did not change it, but drew a pair of socks with lace edges.
After the painting was finished, Qiaoer also came back, holding half a piece of red yarn in his hand.
Qingya took the gauze and said to everyone: "If the clothes are changed, it will still be easy to get muddy.
If nothing else, it is inconvenient to squat by the water to wash clothes and vegetables.
This junior has personal experience.
Therefore, I designed these socks , girls wear it, it can cover their feet and they are beautiful.”
Xu Hanlin looked at the socks in the painting, and then at the gauze, imagining a pretty woman wearing simple clothes.
Although the trousers could not cover her ankles, the beautiful lace socks covered her skin and made her look beautiful.
The feet add to the beauty and show a different style.
I can’t help but high-five and say: "Wonderful" Everyone also reflected and praised him one after another.
These people are not rigid, on the contrary, they are extremely charming.
None of them have the elegance of a scholar.
Since ancient times, literati and beauties have been inseparable.
Going to the Qinlou Chu Pavilion to listen to the geisha playing and dancing, and seeing the beauties as beautiful as jade, they became inspired by poetry.
For example, Xu Hanlin, who was over fifty, often brought his concubine Liu Heng with him to Youhuang Hall.
This Liu Heng is not a flirtatious fox, but a bookish girl who was deceived by Xu Hanlin somehow.
Of course, this is what Qingya is thinking.
In fact, Confucian scholars like Xu Hanlin were favored by women not only when they were young, but also when they were older.
When Qingya met Liu Heng for the first time, she thought she was Xu Hanlin's daughter, and there was a misunderstanding.
Xu Hanlin laughed and said to Qingya: "Not everyone is a divine couple like Zhinu and Master Fang.
I have one wife and three concubines.
This is my concubine Liu'er."
There was no embarrassment in his expression, it was very natural.
At that moment, Liu Heng said, even a noble lady can wear these socks like this.
Xu Hanlin nodded repeatedly and made a discussion about the beauty of women.
Qingya couldn't help but take his understanding to a new level, completely breaking away from the old master.
Seeing that this matter was resolved and there were no other major issues, she was just waiting for the textile and clothing exhibition to be held the day after tomorrow.
She couldn't help but feel relieved and smiled at Fang Chu, feeling very happy.
Fang Chu understood her thoughts and whispered: "Take a good rest today and tomorrow."
Qingya nodded and said, "Hey."
Qiaoer is also happy.
She feels particularly accomplished when she thinks that after the textile and clothing exhibition, these clothes will be popular in various places in Dajing, and girls of all ages are wearing the fabrics and clothes she designed.
She couldn't help but look at Yan Muyang in the crowd.
Yan Muyang was also looking towards her.
The two of them looked at each other and smiled, understanding each other and feeling mysterious joy because these clothes and paintings were designed by them together.
Qingya looked out the window and found that the weather was getting gloomier.
She said: "It's going to snow."
Manager Zhao smiled and said: "Back to Weaver Girl, it's already snowing.
It might turn into heavy snow later.
God, it's been holding back for several days."
Qingya couldn't help but worry about the food shipped to Fengzhou.
Fang Chu also thought that although he had already made plans, he was just making more preparations.
In front of God, no one can make mistakes.
Xu Hanlin didn't expect that far, and said with a smile: "It's good to have snow.
The Wang family is choosing a son-in-law.
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It's a cold and dry day.
If it snows, it will add to the charm and increase the power of Mr.
Wang."
Everyone said: "Choosing a son-in-law in the snow is really impressive."
It turns out that today is the day when Wang Ying of the Wang family chooses his son-in-law.
Xu Hanlin's eyes turned and landed on Yan Muyang, and he asked in surprise: "Why didn't Mr.
Yan go?"
Yan Muyang said hurriedly: "This junior's grandfather has already chosen this family for this junior."
Xu Hanlin suddenly said: "I see.
It's a pity.
That Miss Wang is both talented and beautiful, not to mention her family background.
I heard that the threshold of the Wang family was almost broken today."
It is impossible to break through the threshold, but it is certain that young talents will gather here.
Everyone then guessed who would win the title and become the beloved son-in-law of the Wang family.
Fang Li smiled and said, "If Brother Yan doesn't go, those people must be very happy."
Everyone was startled at first, then laughed.
Yan Muyang smiled sarcastically and glanced at Qiaoer quickly.
Qiaoer had already taken a pair of scissors and was cutting the red yarn to make cotton socks.
Although he lowered his head, his small white ears were suspiciously red against the backdrop of the fur collar of his cloak.
She was in a particularly good mood today, gurgling like water boiling on the stove, bubbling and bubbling; and for some reason, she was full of expectation.
She was hoping for snow, she thought.
After a while, it turned out to be snowing heavily.
Not only did everyone not feel disappointed, but they became interested and stood in front of the window to watch the snow.
Another person braved the snow to deliver a printed sample of half of the atlas on the history of textile and clothing development.
Xu Hanlin and others hurriedly went to view it.
It was very detailed and intuitive, with great heritage value, and they all felt honored.
Fang Chuqingya was particularly happy and told the kitchen: Let’s bring some wine and food for everyone to celebrate at noon.
Xu Hanlin and others did not refuse, and were about to drink and have fun, write poems and lyrics.
Fang Chu saw several young scribes who always looked at Qingya intentionally or unintentionally.
Although he knew that they may not have evil intentions, their admiration was definitely there, so he motioned for Qingya to go back, saying it was too cold.
Seeing that everything was arranged, Qingya was about to go to the back to hug the building.
Suddenly a man rushed in from outside, it was Fang Zhi's young man.
He said to Fang Chu in a panic: "Master, Third Master, he, he."
Fang Chu's heart sank and he scolded: "Tell me carefully what happened to the Third Master?"
The boy said with a grimace: "Nothing happened, no, something happened."
Fang Li quickly asked: "What happened?
I got hurt.
I had a quarrel with someone and was locked up by the Yamen."
Thanks to his quick thinking, he guessed several possibilities at once and let the boy choose.
The boy said: "None of them.
Oh, this third master is so he" Fang Chu saw that he couldn't explain clearly after talking for a long time, and it didn't look like something big had happened.
He looked like something big had happened, but he couldn't tell the whole story, so he couldn't help but want to kick him.
Qingya didn't leave, so he turned around and said, "Tell me slowly, where is the third master?"
This was a good answer, so the boy hurriedly said: "The third master is at the Wang family."
Fang Chu was startled and asked, "Why did he go to Wang's house?"
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The boy said: "Choose a son-in-law."
Fang Chu asked anxiously: "What's the result?"
When asked this question, he thought almost without hope: He must not have been selected.
Fang Zhi's talent and family background are not enough.
It is impossible for the Wang family to choose him.
But why is this boy so panicked?
The boy said: "Selected."
He finally said it and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Xu Hanlin said with great joy: "It's great that I have been selected."
This disciple has given him a lot of face.
Everyone also laughed loudly, saying that this was a great happy event, and congratulated Xu Hanlin and Fang Chu, saying that they would have to give him a banquet tonight before they would stop.
Yan Muyang and Qiaoer looked at each other, neither believing it.
Qingya and Fang Chu looked at each other, both feeling something was wrong.
Fang Chu frowned.
What's so good?
If it was good, could the boy who came back to report the news look so sad?
It was almost the same as reporting a funeral, and reporting a funeral was not so unlucky.
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