When Xihe entered the house, he saw Yang Zefang getting out of the carriage.
Under the bright sunlight, Yang Zefang had a straight back, thin lips and long eyes.
However, the simple bamboo green robe made him look particularly majestic and elegant.
"Dad," Xihe's eyebrows were filled with smiles.
He trotted forward and hugged Yang Zefang's arm.
"You're back, it's so early today."
"Someone made you angry," Yang Zefang looked her daughter up and down and said suddenly.
"No."
Xihe was startled and hurriedly denied it.
Seeing his father staring at him, he could only explain, "It's not a big deal.
Didn't I let someone open a cloth and satin shop before?
The shopkeeper was careless and was People have plotted.”
"He'er wants to find a new way to use these fabrics to make clothes."
Yang Zefang pondered for a moment, then understood, and thought for a moment, "In this way, you can help me make a piece of clothes in the next two days, and then choose the best fabrics to prepare a piece. , I want to give it away.”
"Who does Daddy want to give it to?"
Xihe was both curious and moved by his father's temperament.
He never liked to make friends with high-ranking people, and he never gave gifts.
But now he had to break the usual rules for himself.
"Will it embarrass dad?"
"No."
Yang Zefang smiled and shook his head, but he did not want to say more about the identity of the recipient.
With her father being so secretive, Xihe couldn't help but become more curious.
I also thought that although my father was famous all over the world, he had never made friends with any dignitaries.
He was very close to the emperor on weekdays.
It was definitely not something he wanted to give to the emperor.
Then he felt that he was being too whimsical and wanted to accompany his father to the house, so Yang Zefang patted Xihe on the shoulder: "By the way, dad brought a guest back today."
As he spoke, he waved in the direction of the carriage that had just come down: "A Cheng, come here."
A Chengxihe was startled, and subconsciously looked in the direction of the carriage, but was stunned.
He couldn't believe that his eyes thought it was just the same name, but now he looked at it, and it was clearly the same person.
That person who is standing behind the carriage obediently, who is it if it's not Shen Cheng?
"Teacher."
Hearing Yang Zefang's greeting, Shen Cheng strode over and took Yang Zefang's other arm.
Then he nodded seriously to Xihe, "Little junior sister."
Xihe was so shocked that he opened his mouth wide.
Whether it was Zhang Qing, the bearded man he met before, the overlord of the water, or the domineering leader of the Cao Gang, Shen Cheng had never been so well-behaved.
And little junior sister Daddy is very strict in selecting his disciples.
How could he easily get into his eyes?
No matter how hard he tried, Xihe didn't understand.
Why Daddy would let a martial artist be included in the door and even look at Shen Cheng as if he were the proudest disciple.
Could Shen Cheng have lied to his father?
If so, it would be terrible.
Shen Cheng didn't want to, but he spoke again: "There is still a lot of cloth.
When I came, my brothers were clamoring for them to be made into new clothes."
"No need.
You warriors, I'm afraid it will be too cumbersome to wear such cloth."
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Xihe suddenly couldn't laugh or cry, and shook his head hurriedly.
The clothes in his shop were all soft and unwearable silk cloth, how could he use it for Fengli?
I went to Cao in the rain to help the brothers make clothes.
Not to mention that this kind of special fabric is really suitable for every Caobang brother to wear.
I am afraid that I will tire myself to death even if I am tired.
But he was slightly relieved.
It seemed that this man had not deceived his father, and his father was already aware of his identity as a warrior.
Yang Zefang was walking towards the house.
Hearing this, he stopped and did not agree with Xihe's words.
He sighed: "Even though Acheng is a martial artist, he has his own intelligence.
There is no telling whether you and your brother will inherit my mantle in the future."
I don't know what the Shen family was thinking, that they would treat such a son who was both civilized and martial arts as an abandoned son.
As soon as this comment came out, Xihe was really shocked, but when he saw Shen Cheng's suddenly red eyes, his heart softened like a puddle of water.
When she was in the restaurant before, she could clearly hear the teasing made by Shen You and Qiu Ze.
They were teasing not only his father, but also Shen Cheng.
When Shen Cheng was mentioned, several people unanimously called him "idiot", even his brother Shen You was no exception.
After all, he is the eldest son in the family.
If the Shen family's parents were not indulgent or scolded like this, how could Shen You have become so accustomed to it?
For a moment, he felt extremely sorry for Shen Cheng.
Shen Cheng happened to turn around and met He Xihe's soft eyes.
Xihe's face suddenly turned red with embarrassment, and thinking that he had seen through his weak side, Shen Cheng might be embarrassed.
After a long while, he managed to say: "Don't worry, your brother can't wear it, but yours is indispensable."
"Well, I'll wait."
Shen Cheng's voice was low and gentle, and he said in a low voice after a while, "Ah He, am I very pitiful?
No one, including my own mother, has ever made clothes for me. " If he was not born of Shen Guogong's true love, his existence would have no other meaning besides being an eyesore.
As for that weak mother, she only had eyes for the unfaithful person.
She only gave away the clothes she made by herself one by one, but Shen Guogong never wore them.
The mother was so angry that she shredded many fine pieces of cloth, but I never thought about cutting one for my son who always stayed close by me pitifully.
When he said that he had done it for him with his own hands, Xihe subconsciously wanted to refute it, but when he heard what Shen Cheng said next, he couldn't speak any more, so he had to scold: "Why are you so pitiful?
You are the leader of the Cao Gang."
"Others are naturally not qualified to pity me."
Shen Cheng looked deeply into Xihe's eyes, "I only want Ahe to be pitiful."
After a pause, he said in a low voice: "Ah He, can you take pity on me for the rest of my life?"
There was a rare coquettishness in his tone, and even a hint of pleading.
But compared to Shen Cheng's usually cold and cool demeanor, he was so gentle and affectionate with a bit of helpless weakness, which was actually a different kind of charm.
Xihe felt like his heart was growing like grass.
It grew wildly in an instant, and it was all wrapped around the tall and handsome man in front of him.
Feeling dizzy, he finally returned to his boudoir, but lay on the bed holding his head.
This Shen Cheng must be a monster transformed from a mountain spirit, so he allowed himself to fall into the spider web he weaved so quickly but willingly.
Fortunately, when he came out again, there was no trace of Shen Cheng in the house.
Xihe let out a long sigh, feeling that his mushy head finally became clearer again, and ordered people to spread out all the fabrics that were brought into his room.
Come, you will find either exquisite Shu embroidery or atmospheric cloud embroidery, on which flowers, birds, insects and fish are all lifelike.
Xihe's slender fingers gently slid over the brilliant and colorful fabric bit by bit, as if playing the most moving piece of music.
This piece of crow-green cloth with a few green bamboo leaves on it is naturally the most suitable for the fresh and long-lasting fragrance of bamboo.
As the saying goes, everyone will get drunk if the wine is not intoxicating.
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Wearing such a summer shirt, even if there is no wind, there will still be The soft sound of bamboo singing and the refreshing feeling of coolness of bamboo; for that brocade that looks like clouds in the sky, what could be more suitable than the fragrance of peonies that is fragrant but not coquettish, grand but not showy?
Finally, a piece of goose-yellow fabric embroidered with rose flowers was carefully selected.
This fabric is new this summer.
It is the most translucent and light.
The embroidery on it is also exquisite and tight.
Whenever the breeze blows, each petal trembles slightly as if it comes alive.
This fabric has the same fate as Yun Zhijin, but it was popular for a while, but soon fell into neglect.
The goose yellow color is inherently attractive to people.
If the skin color is not fair, not only will it not have the eye-catching effect, but it will make the person's skin color dull.
Moreover, as the weather gets hotter, there are more bugs than usual.
When they see yellow, they will fly away.
When they come, they are often disturbing.
This fatal flaw caused every lady to fall in love with this fabric at first sight, but at the same time, they quickly gave up with great regret.
That’s it for everyone else, but Princess Yunfei, the beloved daughter of the current emperor’s direct sister, Princess Chang’an, has a special liking for goose yellow.
In ten days, there will be an annual butterfly show hosted by Princess Chang’an.
Xihe took out the last piece of spice, crushed it little by little, and blended it into the water.
A faint and faint fragrance immediately escaped.
Xihe personally held up the goose-yellow brocade and dipped it into the water.
After soaking for a full day and night, Xi He ordered people to take out all the brocade and open the door that had been closed for a long time.
The moment the door of the house was opened, all kinds of wonderful aromas shot straight into the sky.
"Hey, why does it smell so good?"
A group of beautiful women placed in a remote courtyard by Xi He were the first to smell it.
They stood up unconsciously and looked around in confusion.
Now that the peak of spring has passed, the flowers are withering and countless flowers have fallen.
How can there be such a strong fragrance of various flowers?
If you look closely, you will find that it may be fragrant peony, or sweet jasmine, or even crisp plum blossoms.
There are various aromas, but they are refreshing.
Anyone who smells them feels like they are in the countryside among the four seasons.
The fragrance of hundreds of flowers makes people unconsciously indulge in it.
It must be my own illusion.
After all, how can the flowers of the four seasons bloom in one moment?
Soon those fragrances gradually disappeared, leaving only the elegant fragrance of roses, lingering and lingering.
"Hey, butterfly," a woman suddenly pointed her finger in the air and said, but on the high courtyard wall, there was a beautiful light pink butterfly swaying in the wind.
Before I could even finish my exclamation, another butterfly appeared in my field of vision, then a third one, and then a fourth one.
I don’t know where so many butterflies of different colors flew from, and they gathered more and more, gradually forming a beautiful cloud.
At the same time, in a noble courtyard, a beautiful woman in her 28th year stood up and looked at the strange scene in front of her in surprise.
The playful butterflies in my butterfly garden suddenly fluttered their wings together as if they had made an appointment, and flew away in a wonderful formation. gd1806102: