Chapter 131: Tai Ziyi is depressed and depressed, and the evil dog succumbs to his soul (2)

Author: Fu Jiangshan

Chapter 131: Tai Ziyi is depressed and depressed, and the evil dog succumbs to his soul (2)

Finally, before the sky dimmed, an old tailor walked up to Duan Siming with heavy steps and an uneasy mood, holding a sample of clothes and said, "Your Majesty, this is a sample of clothes designed by a villain. Please take a look at it."

Duan Siming saw that someone had handed in the manuscript, so he smiled and took the clothes sample over. But after just one glance, the smile on his face completely froze, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he squeezed the clothes sample into a ball with all his strength.

, and threw it towards the old man.

The old man was a little surprised when he saw this. He bent down hard and picked up the clothes, "Your Majesty, I dare not say that the clothes designed by this villain are the best in the world, but they are definitely top-notch in Dali..."

Duan Siming didn't wait for the old man to finish, and said angrily: "Old man, what I want is purple clothes for young girls, not old clothes for dead people. Look at what you drew!"

"But the villain is indeed..." The old man wanted to argue a few more words, but Duan Siming waved his hand at him impatiently. Judging from the posture, if the old man said one more word, he would not only lose his daughter, but also get a few words of reprimand.

It was so simple. The old man had no choice but to bow deeply, turned around and left in disgust.

Duan Siming looked at his back and muttered in his heart: "You still say that you are the most famous tailor in Dali, you are just a waste. Even if this design is used to make old clothes for your grandmother, she will crawl out of her grave and kick her around."

One kick! How can I give it to my king’s Yaoyao?”

Soon after the old man left, all the tailors handed Duan Siming their designs. Duan Siming saw a thick stack of drawings piled up in front of him and thought, "Even if these people are useless, they will definitely have one or two pieces."

It can be tolerated, right?"

But when he read these clothes samples one by one, his face suddenly turned green, "Trash, they are all a bunch of rubbish! What are these?" He shook the two clothes samples in his hand and said, "This one is obviously for the old woman.

The ones he wore during his burial, and this one, were simply worn by those bitches in the brothel." After he finished speaking, he picked out another clothing pattern and held it in his hand, "Finally, I found something that looked like it, and it was designed so well.

If you are tied up with your hands and feet, it is okay for a little lady who has not walked out of the house. Can it be worn by a chivalrous girl? Try wearing it like that and dance with a sword. The fabric will not click, and even a good sword dance will be fine.

Dancing is a shame!"

After Duan Siming finished speaking, he stood up angrily and shouted: "Come here, pull all these rubbish down and give me fifty big blows. If they can still stand up after the beating, I will ask you to question them!"

All the tailors regretted it. If they had known this, they would not have rushed for the thousand taels of gold. But now it was too late. After hearing the words, the guards in the village came over one after another, bowed deeply to Duan Siming, and said in unison:

"I obey!" After saying that, each person grabbed a tailor and dragged them out by their collar. The tailors were so frightened that they all screamed and begged Duan Siming for mercy. Some even peed their pants in fear.

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When everyone was in confusion, a purple figure came proudly from outside the village gate. Under the shadow of the blood sun at dusk, the whole person looked particularly brave and heroic. She obviously wanted something from Duan Siming, but her eyes seemed neither humble nor overbearing, and even vaguely domineering.

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Duan Siming's attention was quickly attracted by this purple figure. Her eyes widened in disbelief, and her cheeks were inexplicably red and hot. He pinched his thigh hard with his hand, and suddenly felt a pain.

Then I was sure that I was not dreaming.

Then he walked quickly towards the purple figure with a smile, and said with a smile on his face: "Yao Yao, is that you? You and I really have a good connection. I was thinking of you, and you just fell out of thin air. Could it be that?

Do you miss me, the king?"

Murong Yunyao's expression was very serious, and she said solemnly: "I have something important to ask you for help, and I don't have time to chat with you. If you are unwilling to help, I will leave now. I don't want to waste my time here!"

The expression on Duan Siming's face suddenly froze, he paused for a moment and asked: "Tell me, as long as it's your business, I'll help you with whatever you do!"

Murong Yunyao kept his story short and said: "I have a companion who was captured by Li Huan. You must find a way to help me rescue him. If he loses a hair, I will ask you!"

After hearing this, Duan Siming was so frightened that he stuck out his tongue, and with a hint of luck in his heart, asked: "What, Li Huan! Is he Li Huan, the ten generals of Quyue Kingdom?"

Murong Yunyao nodded and said: "Yes, that's him."

Duan Siming frowned slightly, complaining secretly in his heart, regretting that he had spoken too fully. But he did not want to refute Murong Yunyao's face, so he could only say: "This matter is of great importance. If I don't borrow tens of thousands of elite soldiers from the government,

, I can never save your companion. But you also know my identity. Although the official is my cousin, he guards me more strictly than he guards against thieves. If I am not careful..."

Murong Yunyao was not in the mood to listen to Duan Siming's words and turned around to leave. Duan Siming hurriedly bit the bullet and grabbed Murong Yunyao, "Your temper is worse than mine! I didn't say I wouldn't help you.

You have to let me put it out of my way so that I can show my sincerity! Don’t leave yet, give me some time and let me think about it!”

"Okay!" Murong Yunyao said, turning around and saying resolutely: "I will give you one day. If you can't come up with a solution after one day, I will have no choice but to die together with Li Huan!"

Duan Siming said: "No! You want to be burned together with Li Huan, but Li Huan is not willing to do so. He might even burn your companion. It's just that I went to Li Huan for no reason. He must be too worried and can't do it."

It's so self-defeating." As he spoke, he lowered his head slightly, frowning slightly and lost in thought.

It was rare for Murong Yunyao to see Duan Siming take it seriously, so she couldn't urge her any more, but she was anxious in her heart. At this time, a tailor broke away from the guard, bravely ran over, and said tremblingly: "Your Majesty, I am from the Yang's clothing store in the city.

As an apprentice, my master, Shopkeeper Yang, is the best tailor in Dali. Unfortunately, he was bitten by a mad dog in the mountains a few days ago and has passed away recently. Before his death, the master asked a villain to take his place in the competition. Unfortunately, the villain was very talented and lacked knowledge.

I was unable to design a clothing pattern that satisfies you, so please forgive me for the sincerity of my master and apprentice."

"Design clothes?" Only then did Murong Yunyao notice that the densely packed group of people standing in front of the hall were all local tailors. She was slightly surprised and looked at Duan Siming in surprise.

Duan Siming's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard this, and a smirk appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Hahaha, I have an idea! This will not only give you a chance to enter Quyue and rescue your companions, but also kill the ambitious Li Huan. Seriously

Kill two birds with one stone!"
Chapter completed!