Ling Xuan left an eyeliner to watch the garment monitor. Time passed by little by little, and the garment police officer did not move at all.

Lingxuan grinds her teeth when she receives the news. Han Lingsi doesn’t take his master seriously!

hehe!

Han Lingsi was so clever that she was confused all her life, so she didn't know if she shot the first bird?

My master wants to gain a foothold in the palace, so how can he establish his prestige without finding someone to do surgery?

OK!

She wanted to be the first person to test the knife, so that she would satisfy her wish.

The garment culinary rush to make mourning clothes, and Concubine Shao and Zhao Zhenzhen both knew about it immediately.

Both of them were waiting to watch the show. After a while, all officials and destiny women came to worship. Without mourning clothes, these people's saliva could drown Ling Yu.

It's almost dawn.

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Ling Yu took Ling Xuan and the others to the garment making prison to get mourning clothes, and the garment making prison was busy.

Han Lingsi asked his subordinates to look busy and waited for Ling Yu to show him!

"Han Lingsi, have the first batch of mourning clothes be prepared?"

Lingxuan asked when she went in.

Han Lingsi hurried forward and complained: "Crown Princess, it's not that I'm not trying my best to do my best. You see so many people are busy, but the time is too short, so we really can't get out!"

"Can't you chase it out?"

Ling Yu curled the corners of his lips, looked at Ling Xuan, and said directly: "Ling Xuan, the Crown Princess has already given you full responsibility for this matter. What do you think should you do now?"

"It will be dawn soon, and the garment culinary can't make filial clothes. Why do you explain to me to the princess!"

"Yes, the Crown Princess wait!"

Ling Xuan stepped forward, stared at Han Lingsi and asked, "How long will it take to make a mourning clothes?"

Han Lingsi blinked, not knowing how to answer.

She is just a supervisor and collar department and can't sew clothes at all. How could she know how long it takes to make a mourning dress?

"Who will tell Han Lingsi how long it will take to make a mourning dress?"

Ling Xuan's sharp eyes swept over the embroiderer in the garment prison.

The deputy secretary wanted to help Han Lingsi get rid of the siege, so he stepped forward and said, "It depends on the speed of the embroiderer's hands and feet. A stick of incense can make two or three pieces, and a stick of incense can only make one piece!"

"The time you give us is too short, we can't do it!"

Ling Xuan was still calm and looked at the embroiderers: "Who can make two or three pieces of incense stick, or even more embroiderers than this number, stand up!"

The embroiderers looked at each other and walked out more than twenty one after another.

"Who among you guys makes needlework the fastest?"

Lingxuan asked again.

Two embroiderers took another step forward.

The tall embroidered women said proudly: "I can make seven filial piety clothes with a stick of incense!"

The process of mourning clothes is not complicated and the requirements are not high, so it can be fast.

Another shorter embroiderer silently retreated after hearing the amount she reported.

Ling Xuan asked a little more: "Don't hurry to leave, how many pieces can you make in one stick of incense?"

"Six pieces!" The short embroiderer said a little ashamed.

"What are your names?" Ling Xuan asked.

"My servant's surname is Zhu, and he is called Miss Zhu!" said the short embroidery lady.

"My servant's surname is Gao!" The tall embroiderer also said.

"Okay, you two stand aside first!"

Ling Xuan turned to look at Han Lingsi: "Han Lingsi, from the time the Skills gave you the orders of the Crown Princess to you, until now, no matter how many mourning clothes you have made, take them out!"

Han Lingsi was stunned for a moment, and still said with the excuse just now: "The time is too short, we really can't get out!"

Lingxuan winked Tao Zi, and Tao Zi understood and stepped forward and slapped him hard on Han Lingsi's face.

"After three hours, don't you have a prepared mourning clothes?"

Tao Zi shouted sternly: "Miss Gao and Mrs. Zhu can make six or seven pieces in one stick of incense, but you said the time is too short and you can't make it. Who are you fooling about?"


Chapter completed!