In the yard, Fang and Xiao Cui were chatting enthusiastically. They had endless common topics about the Jade Yard and a girl named Xiao Hong.
In the studio, Li Yi thought for a moment and continued to draw.
In addition, he also wrote down the story behind each type of clothing. If there wasn't one, he would make it up. As long as he had enough imagination, he could even draw what the seven fairies and Chang 'e wore.
Wearing clothes was not only to protect the body from the cold, but also to talk about feelings. He wanted the first thing the women in the capital thought about when they got up in the morning was whether they should wear the Weaver style, the fairy style, or the Chang 'e style. If they wore the fairy style, red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple, which series would better reflect their mood?
Women's wardrobes would always be short of one piece of clothing. What they had to do was to benefit the majority of women and make up for their lack of clothing.
Women's clothing was constantly improving, and the dyes were becoming more diverse. The reform of the Jing Kingdom's clothing industry was beginning to take shape.
In the studio, Zeng Zuimo sat on the side and took over the drawings that Li Yi had drawn. As she flipped through them, she would occasionally add something to them.
She had changed them, so Li Yi didn't need to look at them anymore.
He could only be considered a plagiarist at best. His opponent was a true master. He just lacked a library and his knowledge was limited by the times.
Li Yi finished a drawing and looked outside. He said casually, "It's almost noon. Do you want to go out for a walk?"
Zeng Zuimo put down the drawing and looked at him. "Why?"
"Don't you …" Li Yi was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly stopped.
Zeng Zuimo stared at him and asked, "How did you know?"
She had the habit of walking in the alley after lunch every day. On the one hand, it was for digestion. On the other hand, she wanted to see more of the clothes of the women in the capital and seek some inspiration.
However, this habit had only been formed two months ago. How could he know?
Li Yi lowered his head and pretended to say casually, "Well, Xiao Cui told me."
"Ahem, that means you have to think about how to make up an excuse." Zeng Zuimo glanced at him and said, "I'll go ask Xiao Cui."
"Ahem, ahem, actually, the people in the teahouse across the street told me." Li Yi raised his head and glanced at her, saying, "You know that you and Lady Ruoqing have special statuses, and that incident happened not too long ago. There are many people watching."
"You coughed twice this time." Ceng Zuimo looked at him and asked, "The person I saw before, was it really you?"
"No."
The room fell into silence.
Fang walked in from outside and said, "Son-in-law, we have to go to the Wang family this afternoon to discuss some matters. It's getting late …"
There were still many drawings that had not been drawn. Li Yi thought about it and said, "Send someone to the Wang family to tell them that I have something to do today and will visit them tomorrow."
"Then, alright …" Fang shook his head helplessly and walked out of the house.
"Go and do your work." Ceng Zuimo stood up and said, "After looking at these drawings, I have a lot of ideas in my mind. I'll draw the rest."
Li Yi waved his hand and said, "It's fine, it's not a big deal. It's fine to be late by one day. You didn't sleep well last night, go rest first."
Ceng Zuimo nodded and turned to walk out of the studio.
"Brother Fang, have you really seen … such a large glass ball!"
In the yard, Xiao Cui's eyes were full of light as she looked at Fang with admiration.
Fang waved his hand and said, "Of course, a fist-sized glass ball is nothing. I've seen bigger ones."
Xiao Cui's expression became even more admiring. She asked, "How much can a fist-sized glass ball sell for?"
A smile appeared on Fang's face and he said, "Guess."
"A hundred taels?" Xiao Cui said tentatively.
"Ten thousand taels!" Fang pointed at the bracelet on her wrist and said, "Don't underestimate this thing you're wearing. It's worth at least three thousand taels of silver."
Xiao Cui's expression froze. She looked at the beautiful beads on her wrist in disbelief.
Fang revealed a pained expression and said, "Ten thousand taels of silver! It was broken by that prodigal Wang Yong. If it weren't for the fact that the young master didn't mind, I would have taught him a lesson!"
"Wang Yong … Wang family." Ceng Zuimo stood in the hallway and looked into the room. She murmured, "The Wang family of Luochuan?"
Xiao Cui had already taken off the beads on her wrist and carefully wrapped them up. She asked in confusion, "Brother Fang, why? Ten thousand taels of silver can buy a lot of things. If you break something, you should ask them to pay for it."
Fang nodded in agreement and said, "Yes, the young master said that the Wang family of Luochuan who sells apples is the richest family in the Jing Kingdom. This time, the business with them involves at least two million taels of silver … Bah, so what if they're rich? They don't even know how to pay for things they break, scum …"
"The Wang family of Luochuan …"
Ceng Zuimo took a deep breath and spat out these four words softly.
…
…
Miss Zeng actually came over with a cup of hot tea. Li Yi's heart, which had been riddled with holes today, finally felt a little bit of comfort.
But this time, she didn't leave. She sat at another table on the side and seemed to be continuing with the unfinished drawings from last night.
Li Yi didn't look anymore after a glance. There were still many drawings that needed to be drawn. After having the drawings, the next step was to sew them. At least for the next half a year, she wouldn't have to work so hard alone.
He didn't know how many drawings she had drawn, but there was already a thick stack of rice paper next to her. Li Yi put down the brush and stretched his body. When he raised his head, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned.
He saw that she had folded her hands on the table and rested her head on it. He didn't know when she had fallen asleep.
Even in her sleep, he could see the trace of exhaustion between her brows. After five o 'clock in the morning, the temperature was a little low. Li Yi got up and walked over. He took off the outer robe and gently put it on her.
He looked down for a long time, looking at the face that he hadn't seen for a long time but was still unusually familiar. His expression was a little complicated.
"I'm sorry, you didn't see wrong …"
He whispered and walked out of the room with extremely light footsteps. The sky was already a little dark. Fang lay on the stone table in the courtyard and looked at the sunset in a daze.
"Let's go."
Li Yi walked to his side and said something. Old Fang suddenly came to his senses and stood up abruptly. He was about to leave with Li Yi when he seemed to have discovered something. A look of shock appeared on his face. "Young master, where are your clothes?"
The moment the two stepped out of the courtyard, in the slightly dim room, the woman opened her eyes. In the darkness, there was something more sparkling than glass.
…
…
"I can't give it to you …"
Fang scratched his head gloomily. Xiao Hong's birthday was coming soon. Originally, he was going to give her some glass jewelry as a gift, but after hearing the young master's words, he was a little hesitant.
If a female servant girl who did odd jobs in a brothel had jewelry that could buy a few brothels like this, wouldn't it be a little too ostentatious?
He couldn't be by her side all the time. What if he met someone who was greedy for her money …
"I'll give it to you later." Fang sighed.
He shook his head. Just as he was about to go home, a voice came from behind him.
"Uncle Fang, come here for a moment. I have something to ask you."
Fang turned around and saw the woman standing in the courtyard. After a moment of shock, he immediately walked over and asked, "Eldest Miss, what's the matter?"
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