On the morning of New Year's Eve, the yard of the old lady of the Lu family was very lively.
There were as many as ten girls from the Lu family gathered together.
The bright red dress of Mrs.
Yipingaoming was placed in front of everyone.
Needless to say, the material of the clothes is exquisite, and the embroidery is extremely exquisite.
If you look carefully, you can see that only the water ripples on the hem use three colors and four stitches.
The patterns on the Xiapei are even more exquisite, and they can be called a complete collection of embroidery stitches.
The phoenix crown was originally placed in a hat box, but it has been taken out and placed on a special shelf.
Gold, jade and pearls reflect each other, with red and sapphires interspersed among them.
The gold beads and tassels hanging down from both sides are more than a foot long, hanging in the air.
While shaking slightly, it emits flowing light.
Although Xia Xiaodong came with Lu Yunzhi and was also in this room, he did not move forward.
He simply walked aside and sat with Zhang Xiudun, just to be a quiet audience.
The person sitting obediently next to her, only occasionally whispering a few words, was actually not Lu Yunzhi, but Lu Yunxin.
Just because the group's annual banquet will be held in the afternoon, and tomorrow will be the busy New Year's Day, the preparations for the palace banquet can only be completed today.
In fact, there is only one real preparation work, which is to take out the imperial clothes you are going to wear and inspect them.
If there are any minor damages or dirt, repair them quickly.
Of course, this costume is only used once and a half a year.
It's just that the old lady is old enough and was conferred a first-class title early enough, so this crown uniform that looks quite new is actually quite a few years old.
No matter how carefully you take care of it, things, like people, will leave their mark as they age.
Fu Rong, who was beside Mrs.
Lu, was inspecting the dress inch by inch.
Several girls gathered around, racking their brains to praise the benefits of the dress.
There are many grandchildren in the Lu family, and the conditions for winning Old Mrs.
Lu's favor are very clear.
It's nothing more than natural origin and one's own qualifications.
If you are a direct descendant, smart, and beautiful, you must have a role in not running away, such as Lu Yunzhi.
If you are a direct descendant, smart, and not beautiful, your chances are also very high, such as Lu Yunsheng.
If you are a direct descendant, not smart or beautiful, then you have to look at the head of the house and how many girls there are in that house.
If it happens that the head of the house is good and there is only one legitimate daughter, you can only take it, such as Lu Yunfang, the eldest daughter's only legitimate daughter.
Commoner, smart, beautiful, with opportunities, not high.
Concubine, intelligent, not beautiful, chances are slim.
If you are a commoner, not smart, not beautiful, you can go back to your house and become an old lady.
Is this a vegetable market?
Anyone can come if they want.
Girls who rarely show their faces in front of old ladies on weekdays can only show off more during special festivals to seize opportunities.
Such as today.
Xia Xiaodong looked at everyone's performance with interest.
No wonder these few people can't even get in front of Mrs.
Lu on weekdays.
Not to mention compared with Lu Yunzhi, Lu Yunsheng and others, they can't even compare with the young Lu Yunxin.
Is Gaoming's clothing bad?
Who dares to say that it's not good?
There's no need to go out of your way to praise such a flattery that doesn't even need to be patted.
It's too obvious to flatter and please.
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No, not long after, Mrs.
Lu found it too noisy and said it was making her brain hurt, so she asked Lu Yunzhi and Lu Yunsheng to help her to the back room.
In fact, she was more or less too lazy to look at these granddaughters.
Otherwise, why would Lu Yunxin be accompanying Xia Xiaodong?
It should be noted that the highest level of flattery is to flatter without being invisible, so that the person being flattered is not aware of it.
Furthermore, it also shows that the person who flatters someone has very poor eyesight and cannot find other points of flattery.
It's like directly praising a beautiful woman for being beautiful.
People have heard it eight hundred times and are already tired of it.
If you can describe the details in a few sentences, such as the eyes are like autumn water and the ears are like pendulous beads, it can barely be considered to be on a higher level.
But if I want to ask you a question, why are the school beauties in your school so average?
Didn’t you go on the day of the selection?
Damn it, you were promoted to several ranks immediately, right?
Of course, if you can write a poem like "Look back, smile and be charming, the six palaces of pink and white have no color," then you don't have to think about how to flatter you at all.
It's time for others to flatter you.
Xia Xiaodong was watching and thinking here when he suddenly heard a snap.
It turned out that a girl felt that just walking around in circles was not enough, so she stretched out her hand to touch the material of the clothes.
Little did he know that everyone was supervising each other, so the person next to him immediately took action and slapped the outstretched hand.
"Don't touch."
The person who hit the person was an older girl.
She looked like she was lecturing the younger sister: "If you touch it dirty, why should you hook it up?
Why are you still so impatient when you are so old?"
To say that others are irritable is naturally to show that you are calm.
The girl who was beaten looked at the red back of her hand, and then looked at her sister who was half a head taller than her.
Her face was full of reluctance, but she did not dare to rush forward and beat her.
She only said aggrievedly: "My hands are not good at all."
It’s not rough, it’s been washed twice, so how can it feel dirty and tangled?”
As he spoke, his mouth flattened, his eyes filled with tears, and he was about to cry.
"On such a good day, do you dare to cry?"
The girl who hit the person was a little panicked.
She was really going to make a fuss.
It wasn't really wrong to reach out.
She could hit the person with a small touch.
All of a sudden, he naturally lost the intention to cherish his little sister.
And why do you need to hit and pull it?
Isn’t the effect of stopping it the same?
The girl who was beaten suddenly woke up.
She was just a concubine, and she was at the back of the queue.
She was not afraid of getting into trouble for such a trivial matter.
She was not allowed to leave the courtyard for at least two meals, and she rarely left the courtyard anyway.
"Sister, I was wrong.
I'm wrong, why don't you hit me?
Even my mother can only punish me, but she doesn't know how to hit me."
The little girl begged wisely.
The person called mother refers to the aunt's mother rather than her biological concubine.
It seems that this little girl was punished badly by her aunt, so she took the opportunity to complain too.
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"Who, who hit you?"
The girl blushed and said angrily: "It's just a light pat.
You're not done yet.
Just stretch out your claws."
Seeing that these two people were choking more and more, the girls next to them didn't even look at their imperial attire.
They didn't even think about how to please the old lady.
They just stared at these two people watching the fun, but no one came out to persuade them.
Later, Xia Xiaodong learned that the Lu family had its own rules.
If there was an open dispute, in principle, people of equal rank would not dissuade them.
Because the more people involved in the incident, the harder it is to figure out the ins and outs.
If a few Taipingquan helpers are involved, it may become a mess, and it will be difficult to clean up later.
Only the elders can come forward to suppress it, or the junior slaves and the like can help persuade them to make peace, because if the instigation is more fierce, the final blow will of course fall on the juniors or slaves, who are just cannon fodder
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