Fighting Starts From Capturing The Goddess

"There are some more, I'll bring it to you later. As for the seamstress..."

Concubine Ya shook her head, and immediately said, "Tomorrow, I will ask my staff, there are so many tailor shops and clothing shops in the Imperial Capital, and we should be able to find a seamstress. But what are you going to get? Clothes?"

When she said the last sentence, Ya Fei's face blushed slightly.

Chen Mo bought some shameful dresses for her, and now he is looking for a seamstress, maybe he wants to make a dress like this...

Concubine Ya's heart was a little nervous.

"Secret. You only need to know that there is a concubine of yours. I can guarantee that you have never seen this thing before." Chen Mo said.

Hearing this, Concubine Ya became more sure of what was ashamed, her delicate hand slapped Chen Mo's chest with shame, and whispered the bad guy in a low voice.

...

Because thinking that this kind of thing may be a matter of privacy.

The next day, Concubine Ya asked Own’s confidant maid to inquire, and said: "It's best to be strict and not to be nosy. You should look for it according to these two requirements."

"Yes."

With the influence of the Mittel family, finding a tailor who meets the requirements in the imperial capital is not simple.

In the afternoon, the maid gave the details of one person to Yafei.

After taking a look, Concubine Ya thought it was good, and she showed it to Chen Mo.

"Song Qingjun, widow?"

Chen Mo glanced at the information, and looked at Concubine Ya with astonishment.

"Among the seamstresses in the imperial capital, she is the one who has the best craftsmanship, the strictest mouth, and she doesn't care too much about her affairs. She is also timid and has a grandfather to take care of, and it's best to control her. She won't spread the news."

After all, the things that are made are for yourself, so of course Ya Fei has to prepare her privacy in advance.

"Uh..."

I'll let you find a seamstress with good craftsmanship, without so much attention to detail.

However, Chen Mo didn't say much, he looked at Song Qingjun's detailed information carefully.

18 years old, an ordinary family, five-stage fighting spirit.

Two husbands were defeated one after another.

The first husband was the son of the minister of rites. On the night of the wedding, he died suddenly in the room before he even entered the bridal chamber.

The second husband was the owner of a tailor shop in the imperial capital, but before the door was closed this time, a great turmoil occurred in the imperial capital. The second husband died in the great turmoil a few months ago.

Since then, Song Qingjun's reputation has been ruined, and he has been dubbed the name of Kefu, and has been reticent from then on.

Oh, good fellow!

"Bring me to see you." Chen Mo didn't care about this, as long as he was good at craftsmanship.

Concubine Ya beckoned and asked the maid to bring people over.

...

Waiting in the living room.

Concubine Ya and Chen Mo met Song Qingjun.

He is tall, dressed in a black undergarment, simple and clean, with a black scarf on his face, revealing a pair of beautiful eyes.

There was a bit of tension and fear in his eyes at this time.

With a woman's bun tied to her head, a delicate hosta is inserted, and her hands are folded around her waist, giving her a sense of Xiaojiabiyu.

However, at this time, the eyes of the two of them were all fixed on Song Qingjun's bulging placket.

Concubine Ya had a heartfelt voice: "This is too big."

Chen Mo remembered a word.

If you bow your head without seeing your toes, you are already stunning in the world.

These words honestly don't deceive me.

Seeing where the two people's eyes stayed, Song Qingjun felt even more nervous, and quickly lowered her head, her delicate body trembled slightly.

Concubine Ya noticed Chen Mo's gaze, and immediately glared at the maid next to her, as if to say, how did you find it?

The maid looked confused.

"This is a drawing of what I asked you to make, can you do it?"

Chen Mo handed the painted stockings to the past.

Concubine Ya wanted to see, she was immediately blindfolded by Chen Mo: "Didn't I say this is a secret, I will give you a surprise then."

"Hmph, don't watch if you don't see it." Concubine Ya gave Chen Mo a blank look and turned around.

Song Qingjun took it cautiously, just glanced at it, and there was a trace of doubt in her eyes.

"Then...the one I painted is not good, but what I want to make is this kind of thing, it has a strong sense of stretch, and it is light and thin..." Chen Mo briefly said its characteristics .

"Can...can make it." Song Qingjun nodded in a low voice, the voice was like an oriole.

"Very good, then you can make a sample of ordinary fabric for me to see. If I think it is good, I will give you ice silk, and you can make a few more pieces of ice silk."

The ice silk that Concubine Ya gave Chen Mo was not much, so Chen Mo naturally couldn't take it out and waste it first.

"Now... make it now?"

Song Qingjun finally raised his eyes and took a closer look at Chen Mo, wearing a white robe, with a blood jade and a delicate sachet tied around his waist.

Sword eyebrows and star eyes, nose high, handsome face.

The cheeks hidden in the veil were slightly red.

For Song Qingjun, the style of this drawing is monotonous, and combined with the characteristics mentioned by Chen Mo, it is not troublesome to make.

Chen Mo was startled, how he felt that the other party was a little impatient, and immediately said, "If it is possible, it will be good to make now. Don't worry, your wages are indispensable. I will give you three times."

Chen Mo has a rich face.

"Thanks...thank you." Song Qingjun whispered.

"You're welcome, and you don't have to be afraid, I won't eat you."

Chen Mo asked Song Qingjun to relax. She didn't think she was so courageous, but she was actually so small.

Concubine Ya arranged her in a room in the manor, so she could make it with peace of mind.

Chen Mo originally thought it would take a day or two.

When he was planning to leave, after all, he was going to be distracted. Now it was time to go to Queen Medusa.

But it didn't come to my mind. When the night came, Song Qingjun produced the finished product.

Chen Mo took it in his hand and looked at it carefully, soft, delicate, and thin.

It's silk stockings, no doubt.

But what Song Qingjun produced was blue.

Chen Mo coughed dryly, put the blue stockings into the ring, and immediately said: "In the future, we can make white, black, and light yellow ones, and we don't need other colors."

After speaking, Chen Mo took out a large jade box and a bag.

"The box contains ice silk, and the bag contains three hundred gold coins. It is your reward for the day."

Chen Mo handed it over.

Song Qingjun just accepted the jade box, but didn't accept the bag, and whispered away: "Too...too much, not so much needed."

"too much?"

Chen Mo froze for a moment. He didn't have a general concept of gold coins. After all, he usually buys medicinal materials for tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands.

After the reaction was over, it was discovered that an ordinary tailor could not use so many gold coins to make a piece of clothing.

Moreover, the materials were provided by the Mitel family.

"Well... the extra is considered a reward for you." Chen Mo grabbed Song Qingjun's delicate hand and immediately put the money bag in her hand.

Song Qingjun's face flushed behind the veil, and he broke free quickly, and said timidly, "Thank you...thank you!"

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