Assassin Farmer

The next day, Su Shuiyun had not yet had time to examine whether there was any ambiguity between Chunlan and Xiao Wei. Jiang Yingyun came, and, on the instructions of her elder sister Jiang Yingyue, sent the second half of the month money, while towing a carriage of waiting gifts. These include the wide robe sewn in fine white cotton cloth used by Su Shuiju after production and the baby's full set of underwear belly socks.

“Tell me honestly, how do you maintain it?” Jiang Yingyun carefully weighed Su Shuiqi, who was eating with a fresh harvest of dates twisted across the softbed, and couldn't bear to ask jealously.

It's too irrational. She's also a pregnant woman. The lady in charge of the teahouse next door is about the same as Su Shuiju's, but not as good as Su Shuiju's: old brown spots, swollen hands and feet. Where is this woman who is almost eight months pregnant like this: her skin is snowy, soft and elastic. Alas... people are more angry than people!

Su Shuiyun saw Jiang Yingyun react so exaggerated, but laughed. How can she explain that? Did Shiryu protect her too well? Or is the effect of Jade Heart's Immortal Marrow too delightful?

“Again, you are actually the Fourth Lady of Emperor Jing Wang's Palace...” Jiang Yingyun sighed while watching Chunlan, who had handed over his gourmet fruit tea. I'm afraid I'm going to lose it. I thought when Su Shuiju sat down, he could embroider life, and the chief embroidery contract could be renewed as scheduled next year. Didn't think...

Knowing that she is the Fourth Lady of the Imperial Palace, how dare you sign a contract with her?

“I didn't mean to hide it..." Su Shuiyun sniffed. He took a hard look at Jiang Yingyun. She had no idea how complicated her predecessor was.

“Ann, I don't blame you either.” Jiang Yingyun waved his hand, Asalily said: “As long as Jing Wang's house does not pursue ‘Yue Yun’. ”

“Ying Yun!” Su Shuiyun summoned Jiang Yingyun with apologies and then silenced for a moment, slowly said: “Yingyun, I fear it will be difficult to have another chance to work with ‘Yue Yun’ in the future for a long time. As you know, two children… I'm afraid we won't have time to embroider. ”

“I know." Jiang Yingyun nodded, two children at once, who had a headache.

Don't say that Su Shuiju has not yet been able to rely on her husband. Fortunately, Jiang Yingyun swept her eyes. At this time, she was lowering her eyebrows and waiting for Chunlan, a few steps away from Su Shushui, and Jing Wang's Palace to support her. There must be no shortage of nannies and nurses. Otherwise, her cold face husband, who cares so much for her, is afraid to lose his mind.

“Chunlan, bring me that brocade bag in the big closet in the bedroom.” Su Shuijuan called out to Chunlan.

Not long later, Chunlan came out with a brocade bag, "Miss, is this it? ”

“Yes.” Su Shuijuan took the baggage and nodded to Chunlan. “Chunlan, go to the kitchen to see if the green bean lily soup is ready? If it's okay, give Miss Jiang a bowl to try, it's also good to quench the heat. ”

“Hey, Chunlan, I'm coming. Miss, you should still drink honey red date soup. Green bean lilies are too cold for Miss to drink now.” When Chunlan finished, he smiled at the two of them and went into the kitchen.

“Are you sending her away?” Jiang Yingyun smiled and glanced at Su Shuiyun. He also needed to find such a reasonable excuse to send a maid. It was really Miss Qianjin from Wang Mansion.

“I do want you to taste their craftsmanship.” Su Shuiju added with a smile.

Removing Chunlan is nothing more than wanting her to see her almost perfect embroiderer.

Though it is not known whether the former Fourth Miss will be female red and skilled in geometry.

However, only two sets of laundry clothes previously worn and left in the luggage, from inside to outside, can be described by women as normal or, in other words, flamboyant. The cloth is expensive and the embroidered pins are average.

Therefore, Su Shuijuan did not want to tell the nurses and maids from Jing Wang's Palace how his embroiderer was doing. Even if they were likely to embroider with the clothes on her and Lin Shiyao, they would have guessed something. But she just doesn't want to blatantly break it.

“Ying Yun, what do you think of this embroidery?” Su Shui shuddered the one-meter, half-metre-tall embroidery in her baggage. It was herself who simulated the "Clear Upper River Map" she had used to prepare for the international competition, reducing the size of the pocket version. Small but extremely refined. If framed, hang in any hall.

“Jesus Christ!” Originally laid idly on the backrest wooden chair, Jiang Yingyun glanced at him and “Ying” landed correctly, with his eyes open, his hands couldn't help but cover his lips, shaking the sound: “Water... this...”

“This is what I wanted to embroider after I signed the Principal Embroidery. With Naiyin in shape, Yao watched closely, so it was not completed until early August. I wanted to bring it to you when Todd entered the city. He has been busy with the house for a while. If he didn't intend to enter the city, I wouldn't bother him. Think of the kids washing three and you should come. Never thought you'd come today. Just take it. ”

“Shuihui...” Jiang Yingyun stared incredibly at Su Shuihui, staring stunnedly at him half a dozen times before he understood what Su Shuihui meant, pointing to this embroidery that must have been identified as first class, incredibly confirmed: “You mean, this embroidery, is...”

“It was given to the 'Happy Clouds' embroidery building as the premier embroidery to pay for. Was it worth a month or two you gave me?” Su Shuihui winked skilfully, meaning that this embroidery arrived at 24 taels of silver, should be enough.

“Value value, of course. Uh... that's not what I meant, I mean... Oops, shrimp, you're confusing me. I mean, the chief embroiderer agreed to give you one or two copies a month, and you don't have to pay for the embroidery. Really, I still have the credit for that with my sister. As for this embroidery, Mizuki, I can only say that it is a masterpiece of the god of embroidery. Rest assured, when I go back, I will let the appraiser approve the amount of silver I need. There will be no shortage of you.” Jiang Yingyun was so happy that he could barely make promises to slap his breasts. I thought “Yueyun" embroidery building would be difficult to come out with a first class embroidery this year. Never thought, just a simple visit, let her get a copy of the work.

“Ying Yun, this embroidery is a gift of apology from the chief embroiderer. I'm sorry that I signed the deed and took the money for the month, but I couldn't take the corresponding embroidery, making it difficult for you to spend money. If you want to pay me two more silver dollars, I can't take it back.” Su Shuihui pretended to be unhappy.

Because of her apologies, she drew this big and different "Clear Upper River Map" and embroidered it on the brocade. It should be said that it is closer to the festive atmosphere of Dahui National Street Lane and the life of ordinary people.

“Shuihui...” Jiang Yingyunna is not a word. At the time, the reason why Big Sister waved her hand and decided on a literary deed with Su Shuiqiao's chief embroiderer was nothing more than to hope that she should not make a living of other embroidered buildings, so called spending less money to compete. I didn't expect this gentle and gentle woman in front of me to embroider this fabulous embroidery for apologies and give it to the embroidery building as a gift. For God's sake, doesn't she know that such a fine set of embroidery without a hint of flaw and still life flexibly shows up, if the market price, selling fifty or two silver is not at all. If you send it to the auction house, it could be hundreds or thousands of taels.

However, she said that the gift was a gift that did not hurt at all.

Jiang Yingyun was full of comfort, but he didn't know where to start. You can only look at Su Shuiju in a complex and complex way.

“Okay, put it away. Chunlan is coming out soon.” Su Shuihui swept the door of the kitchen, indicating that Jiang Yingyun had intermittently drained her "Clear Upper River Map" in nearly March and May, and earned the baggage.

“Fine. But when I get back for approval, I'll send it to you if there's excess. Though I believe that the Fourth Lady of Jing Wang's Palace must not lack silver flowers. But that's my insistence.” Jiang Yingyun sighed softly and accepted Su Shuiyun's kindness. Carefully tuck the embroidery into the brocade bag and put it next to you.

“Ying Yun, you don't have to.” Su Shuiju shook his head with laughter. However, when Jiang Yingyun looked at "I insist” and swept back to Chunlan with two bowls of good sweet soup, they came out of the kitchen towards the cherry tree, and the two of them paused the topic implicitly.

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At night, Lin Shiyao pulled open the large closet and changed laundry. Unexpectedly, the satin bag was no longer in its original position.

Gently lifted the lip angle. Keep your eyes open for laughter. Though he spent more than four months on this embroidery with his beloved little woman, he didn't say anything, and he was unhappy. However, since the second palm cabinet of the embroidered building of “Yueyun” today took the embroidery, it means that in the future, the water can no longer be embroidered without signing the chief embroidery deed.

Remove the dirty clothes stained with dust and wood chips, take a battle bath in the courtyard, quickly change into a comfortable thin cotton nightgown and enter the duvet nest.

“How are you feeling today?” He lowered his arms to the little woman, who lay one step ahead in a thick bear skin as a cushion in a warm nest.

“It's good. Are you tired these past few days?” Su Shuijuan gently caressed his somewhat dark face and said in a heartfelt manner.

Lin Shiyao was busy working with the masonry carpenters these days in order to move into the new house before she gave birth. Stu and Dabao were also dragged by him to work as helpers, causing two small ones. Before returning home in the evening, he did not forget to come here to complain, until Chunlan promised to give them dessert on the second day before returning satisfactorily.

Shi Tu, since the day that the dry maids of the King's Palace settled in the four acres of the house, also picked a small room in the courtyard of Shi Lun. In his words, he wanted to ensure the safety of the master master's house.

“Not tired.” Lin Shiyao sucked her red lips and rubbed them gently.

“Yao...” Su Shuihui couldn't help but groan. I couldn't help but wrap my hands around his neck and bring myself closer to him. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)