"If you don't know how to do your best, just do it like this." Zhan Beixiao said, slowly watching Feng Qinghua's expression to make sure that the weakness she mentioned was true and not a lie to her.

Feng Qinghua was speechless: "You are really making things difficult for me. Let alone sewing clothes, it is difficult for me to sew a sandbag. When the time comes to actually make it, it will be uglier than a beggar's uniform. What else can you wear?"

"Whether you wear it or not is my business, and whether you do it or not is a matter of your sincerity." Zhan Beixiao said casually, "If you are not willing, then you should follow the suggestions given by me?"

"No, forget it." Feng Qinghua waved her hands quickly and gritted her teeth: "I'll sew, I'll sew, isn't it okay? But you have to give me a learning process. I can't finish it in three days."

"Then you challenge the impossible."

Feng Qinghua stared at Zhan Beixiao, wanting to hit him.

Not only is it difficult for her, this is simply impossible.

Zhan Beixiao glanced at her: "It seems like you don't like this punishment very much?"

"No, no, no, I like it, I like it very much. I like sewing the most. Haha, then I will start practicing now?" Feng Qinghua thought. She would think of a way to find someone in the house to do it.

That's it.

However, just as he thought this, Zhan Beixiao said: "Then get up and measure the size for me first."

"No, no, just give me one of your robes and I'll just do it." Feng Qinghua waved her hand.

Zhan Beixiao looked at Feng Qinghua: "Are you serious about accepting punishment?"

"Okay, okay, test, test, test, I'll start testing right now." Feng Qinghua gritted her teeth.

As soon as Feng Qinghua finished speaking, she saw a secret guard walking in, holding a long ruler, a soft ruler, a pen and paper.

Zhan Beixiao stood up from the bed and spread his arms: "Let's start the test."

Feng Qinghua stood up scratching her head and staring at the man's figure in a daze.

How to measure this? Besides measurements, what else is there?

"Princess, please." The secret guard reminded from the side.

Feng Qinghua took the measuring tape from his hand and first measured Zhan Beixiao's shoulders, then the width of his back, chest, and waist.

Zhan Beixiao was shocked by her actions and looked at her with blank eyes: "What are you doing? Taking advantage of me?"

"No, no, I'm just measuring your measurements again. Don't you have to measure your measurements when making clothes?" Feng Qinghua said in a very professional manner.

Every time he took a measurement, Feng Qinghua's hands would wrap around Zhan Beixiao from behind and hug him tightly, making him feel very uncomfortable.

"Who needs to be like you when measuring clothes?" Seeing Feng Qinghua hugging his hips, Zhan Beixiao jumped up, his face was a little embarrassed, and there was a little redness behind his ears.

Feng Qinghua asked doubtfully: "Isn't it necessary?"

She remembered that when she was making cheongsams and suits, not only were her body measurements measured, but her thighs were also measured.

The secret guard on the side said respectfully: "Princess, what you are making for the master is a robe. You only need to measure the shoulders, hand length, robe length, and waistline length."

Feng Qinghua suddenly realized: "Yes, your robes are quite loose, so there is no need to be so close-fitting."

So Feng Qinghua re-measured according to what the secret guard said, and added a few more sets of data.

"Okay." Feng Qinghua wiped the sweat from her head.

Zhan Beixiao said: "Go to warehouse No. 3 to select cloth."

Feng Qinghua nodded and followed the secret guard out the door.

After leaving the main courtyard, Feng Qinghua immediately looked at the secret guard: "Can you make robes?"

The secret guard nodded: "The subordinate association, when we were in the organization before, needed this pass to graduate successfully."

Feng Qinghua's face suddenly filled with admiration: "Your organization is really powerful. Not only do you have to teach eighteen kinds of martial arts, but you also have to be a prostitute. So, can you help me make a robe?"

The secret guard shook his head: "Princess, the master asked you to make it yourself. If you find someone else helping, the master will be unhappy."

Feng Qinghua said again: "Isn't it okay if I don't tell him?"

"Princess, please forgive me. Article 46 of the secret guard code is not to deceive superiors and subordinates. Article 70 is not to make things out of thin air."

Feng Qinghua was surprised: "You still have a secret guard code? You don't have to think about it to know that it was set by Zhan Beixiao, right? It's scary. He can not only set house rules and regulations, but also secret guard codes. I'm afraid he has other rules.

Code, right?”

Feng Qinghua originally wanted to complain, but she didn't expect the secret guard to say sternly: "Yes, there are also sergeant codes and servant codes. Originally, there was also a princess code, but the prince withdrew it halfway through the formulation."

As he said that, the secret guard looked at the woman in front of him, and a complicated scene flashed in his eyes.

Feng Qinghua exhaled, "Fortunately, it's gone. It's probably because each of your princesses died too early, so I simply didn't set it up."

Feng Qinghua found that this secret guard was quite funny. He had a serious expression and spoke as briefly and simply as possible. His tone was the same from beginning to end. He was a cold little shot.

"May I have your name?"

The secret guard said: "This subordinate belongs to Liubu, Liubing."

"Liu Bu is in the same department as Liu Ying, how many other departments do you have?"

"There are two departments for personal protection, one is the Liu Department, and the other is the Xi Department. They have different responsibilities. The Xi Department is responsible for the external affairs of the palace, and the Liu Department is responsible for the master's daily life and personal protection." Liu Bing said solemnly.

"Oh, that sounds pretty awesome." Feng Qinghua chatted with Liu Bing while walking, so she didn't feel the distance was far.

Soon, we came to a place in the palace, which was said to be a warehouse-like place.

Before I could see which mechanism was used, the door in front of me opened slowly and automatically.

"Princess, you can choose any fabric here." She led Feng Qinghua inside like a guide.

As soon as she walked in, Feng Qinghua was stunned by the pile of cloths that had been handed to the top. There were at least tens of thousands of cloths in them, and each piece was valuable. Some of them she couldn't even name, but she just felt that they were particularly special.

Gorgeous and feels good in hand.

The further you go inside, the more valuable the cloth inside becomes.

Liu Bing is a very knowledgeable person. Whenever Feng Qinghua looks at a piece of cloth for more than three seconds, he can give an introduction about the piece of cloth.

Soft cloud silk, Liuyun silk, Tianshui brocade, just hearing the name makes me feel beautiful.

"Your master usually only wears black, right?" Feng Qinghua glanced at it and said, "The other colors here are also pretty good-looking."

"My master hates trouble, so he only wears one color."

"Isn't it just to look cool?"

Liu Bing did not answer the call.

Feng Qinghua touched her chin and thought about what Zhan Beixiao would look like if he wore other colors. For a moment, she couldn't imagine it. It was just because his black robe was too deeply rooted in people's hearts.

So Feng Qinghua directly picked up a piece of cloth and said, "That's it, let's go."

But Liu Bing didn't move: "Princess, let's change the color."

"No, I promised to make clothes for him, and I can choose any color I like. Otherwise, how about you pick a color and make it?" Feng Qinghua glanced at him.

Liu Bing said calmly: "Princess, this place is far away from the main courtyard. You will come down with me again later. I'm afraid there won't be much time left today. In two days, I'm afraid I won't be able to complete the task assigned by the master."

Feng Qinghua stared at Liu Bing and felt that this secret guard's mind was really too clear, much better than Liu Ying's.

So she changed another one: "Then this one. If he wants to pick and choose again, let him choose it by himself. I like this color."

Liu Bing glanced at it and gave way: "Princess, please."

Feng Qinghua carried the cloth and walked out, her mind filled with the steps of making clothes.

They all say tailoring is done. The measurement is already done, and the rest is cutting. After cutting, it is sewn to perfection.

She thought very well, but when she laid out the fabric and started cutting, she couldn't get rid of the scissors.

He was gesturing back and forth on the fabric, his face becoming tangled.

Feng Qinghua covered her head and wailed: "Ah ah ah ah, why do I have to say that I don't know how to be a female celebrity!"

I thought she could conquer the world with a silver needle, but she didn't expect to be stumped by a small embroidery needle.

She was not good at sewing and embroidering, but disemboweling her was a piece of cake.
Chapter completed!