Jiang Yanzhi glanced at Cai Yulin with contempt.

Because of Concubine Cai Shu, he goes to the Cai family several times a year and has a good relationship with his second cousin who is born in the legitimate family. However, Cai Yulin is a concubine and is not loved by the mansion. He is just a friend of him.

"Get up quickly, think about it quickly, who often hears you feel like this?"

Cai Yulin was crying, and mung bean's small eyes were almost flooded by the water. "I remember it too, but my legs were weak! Don't laugh at my brother for being cowardly. I have lived for eighteen years, but I haven't even killed a chicken. How could I kill someone!"

Jiang Yanzhi did not respond, and he would not make a positive decision until the matter was clear.

He thought, pondered for a moment, and said, "Why did that Xingshou Lady named Molan have any unexplained relationship with Tailor Xue."

Cai Yulin shook his head, "This is impossible. Shi Sanlang, you know Molan, this is his new favorite. He is making trouble with his family and is about to welcome Molan into the mansion."

Jiang Yanzhi snorted, he had no good feelings for the Shi family.

At that time, Min Weixiu's mother also fell in love with Shi Erlang and wanted him to marry Weixiu.

As a result, I met a lovely fat-headed fish and left the Korean Duke Mansion.

This Shi Sanlang is Shi Erlang's clan brother. It has only been a long time since his old lady died, and she started to make trouble with such things, which is obviously unrestrained.

"Let's go, let's go to the Baihuafang and ask Mo Lan."

Cai Yulin shook her head again, "No need to go, no need to go, Molan will come later, otherwise we will open a shop this morning and she will come to pick up her clothes."

While talking, a little lady wearing a veil came in. When she saw someone in the room, she hesitated for a moment and wanted to leave.

Min Weixiu pulled Jiang Yanzhi's sleeve and said, "Orchid bell."

Jiang Yanzhi looked down and saw a string of orchid-style silver bells hanging around the waist of the little lady, which was very familiar.

"Miss Molan is here just in time, Xue Moran is dead." Jiang Yanzhi stared at her and said seriously.

The girl named Molan shook her hands and said after a long time, "I know he is dead. He is the man who keeps his word and will not leave until his clothes are sewn."

She said, taking off the hat from her head.

This simple little embroidery pavilion suddenly became luxurious because of her.

Min Weixiu claimed to have seen many beauties, but this was the first time she saw a woman with no dusty aura on her body. She saw her every move and she looked more like a noble than her.

"The three kings and this little lady have been staring at me, and they think they are waiting for me. When I first saw him, he was surrounding a white tulle skirt, turning around and gestured."

"There is a lot of noise around him, but his eyes are very focused, as if that dress is his favorite. Do you know? What does it feel like to be jealous of a dress?" Molan said, his face full of memories.

...

After a while, she said again, "Don't get me wrong. Xue Moran has nothing to do with me. I am the wife of Hualou. He is a clean and innocent tailor. It is never possible for us to be."

Molan said, and could still remember the best day in her life, and the most heartbreaking day.

Everyone in the building envies her.

She entered the small building last year, and it was the first time she was attracted by Shi Sanro from the Korean Duke's Mansion.

Although the Han Duke Mansion is not as powerful as the Wu Duke Mansion, it is also a great family. It is rare for her to have such a low-level woman.

Everyone in Xiaolou said that she is lucky. If she follows Shi Sanlang, she will be innocent.

A little red lips makes thousands of people taste it. That kind of life is not something that people live.

But she was very sober and had no good results when she served her lover.

For girls like them, how can they talk about good fortune?

How long can Shi Sanro's obsession last for a while? In the end, she was abandoned. Although she thought through it clearly, sometimes she couldn't help but think that if she could escape from the fire pit, even if she was in Shi Sanro's backyard, she would be lonely for the rest of her life.

It was a rainy afternoon. Shi Sanlang's mansion was in trouble because of her affairs. He held an umbrella and strode angrily.

Molan turned her head and looked at her half-wet shoulders. She did not speed up her pace. She walked gently at her own pace. Her skirt was wet with the rain and was sticky on her feet.

Shi Sanro turned around and said, "Qingqing, it's all my fault. You're so wet when you leave yourself."

He said, as if he was touched by something, and smiled, "It just so happened that there is an extremely interesting shop not far ahead. I'll take you to make clothes."

Molan nodded, she didn't know what kind of temperament she was originally.

In short, the mother in the building said that she gave birth to a noble face, which is suitable for a cold and cold personality. This kind of character is loved by noble people.

She became like this.

"Sanlang leads the way."

When Shi Sanro saw that she agreed, he became happy.

The Red Essay Pavilion is at the end of the alley.

Molan stood at the door, looking at the half-closed window. Through the crack, she could see a boy standing inside, standing in front of a white skirt.

This is a very transparent skirt. Even if Molan saw it, she couldn't help but blush.

But she couldn't help but become jealous of just such a skirt.

Even a dress can catch people's eyes.

And she is just a passing cloud of others.

She had heard the sisters in the building mention this Red Embroidery Pavilion and had also seen Xue Moran from afar, but any time before was not as good as what she saw today.

“It’s great to embroider orchids.”

Xue Moran turned around and was stunned, "The combination of heaven is made."

Shi Sanlang, who was standing at the door and greeting Cai Yulin, laughed loudly, "Yulin, your little tailor in the shop is so sweet, and this flattery hits my heart. All the people in my family say that I was fascinated by the vixen, but his eyes were bright. Isn't it a match made by heaven with Molan?"

Molan lowered her eyes and smiled self-deprecatingly, "Sanlang, I like this skirt. Can I draw the orchid look by myself?"

Xue Moran hurriedly turned his body, Molan took a step forward and picked up the pen.

The girls in the flower building all say that she is good at piano, but she actually likes painting the most. She doesn’t draw well, but she also likes it.

She thought, smiled, and drew a picture of orchids.

Xue Moran's mouth twitched. A young lady who looks so beautiful volunteered to draw pictures. He is going to open his eyes today...

No, it is indeed an eye-opener. This painting is really dull and even a bit ugly. How can such a picture be embroidered on his skirt?

"The little lady has a great idea to write, but this is just a painting, not an embroidery picture. It is better to let the small one draw be turned into an embroidery pattern."

Xue Moran made a few random strokes, and the orchid's spirit suddenly came out.

Molan smiled, turned to look at Shi Sanro, and looked out the window through his shoulders. The rain was still drizzling.

"Molan, do you like it?" Shi Sanlang asked, pointing to the picture in Xue Moran's hand.
Chapter completed!