When Edishil came to Ivan Ian with his newly prepared clothes, he happened to run into Kate and pushed open the door and walked out angrily.
As a result, the two almost collided.
"Ah! Sorry." Kate took a step back and felt a little sorry for his body.
"No, I didn't notice the footsteps." Edishil turned sideways and let Kate pass.
"Thank you." It was obvious that Kate was in a very bad mood. She just nodded to Princess Dragon, then walked straight to the two white crows waiting in front of the door, stretched her hands towards them, and asked them to put shackles on themselves again.
"..." Adeshil looked at Kate's departure back and shook his head helplessly. It seemed that the nun of the church was also bullied miserably by the wood.
Walking into the living room, Yiwen Ian, who was looking out the window, noticed the movement behind her, turned her head to see Princess Dragon, with a little surprised look in her eyes: "Why are you here?"
"The clothes to be worn on Mulin Festival are ready, Mrs. Shirley asks me to send them to you."
As Edishil said, putting the black robe in his arms on the table.
"Oh..." Edishil said so, and Ian thought about it. It seemed that he had ordered it. "It was done so quickly, it was quite fast..."
He muttered softly, but his eyes stayed on Adeshill for a moment: "How about the spinners in the weaving workshop in Wenning District compared to those of the Nanling Royal Imperial Weaving Bureau?"
Hearing Yiwen Ian's words, Edishil subconsciously touched the embroidered dragon picture on the edge of the sleeve pattern. The dense stitches were lined up finely on the surface of the cloth. The golden cloud dragon pattern pattern was obviously raised a little more prominent than elsewhere, and it felt a unique and heavy feeling to the touch.
That's right, the Nanling long skirt she was wearing now was not the one she brought from Long Ge City, but was imitated by Yiwen Ian to Krell.
Referring to the lace machine originally owned by the Empire, which was specially used to make dragon god patterns, the embroidery machine of Yunlong Picture was quickly developed. With these convenient machines, it took several months for the Nanling Imperial Weaving Bureau to make a long weaving dress with a long weaving dress, which can be made dozens of pieces in a few hours.
In his heart, Adesh once again was amazed at the magical "industry" of Nanling. When he came to his senses, he smiled gently in the face of Yiwen Ian's inquiry: "The workmanship is a little rough and the stitches are not handled well. If it is placed in the original Longge City, the craftsmen of the Imperial Weaving Bureau will be punished."
"Um...is this?" Yiwen Ian couldn't help but smile bitterly. Even the empire's man had heard of the magic of the Dragon God Needle in the Royal Imperial Bureau of the Nanling Royal Family. Even the people of the imperial family had heard that the things produced by the machine assembly line could not compete with handicrafts in detail. It is normal for Adeshill, who is used to using imperial goods, to complain.
However, before Adeshill finished speaking, the girl stroked the embroidery, her eyes turned across the window and looked at the street scene of Bai Qiang Weicheng: "But the Dragon Sword Needle is time-consuming and labor-intensive. It not only requires extremely high talent for craftsmen, but a finished product often takes a lot of time and labor, so it can only be specially supplied to our Nanling royal family, while the Nanling embroidery machine can make dozens of pieces within an hour..."
"Didn't you say that with such stitches, all the weaving craftsmen in the Imperial Weaving Bureau will be sentenced to death?" Yiwen Ian said in a somewhat joking tone.
But Adeshel shook his head gently: "Just Ju Ruohu, just because of good workmanship, sometimes it is difficult to avoid death..."
Her eyes were a little sad: "One of the dozens of tyrants that appeared in the thousands of years of history of Nanling, one was because her concubine was particularly fond of Yunlongtu long skirts, and forced the Iori Bureau to release a new long skirt with different patterns every month, which eventually led to more than a dozen Ioriji's illness and blindness and were sentenced to death."
Seeing Edishil talking and suddenly talking about the secrets of the Nanling royal family, Yiwen Ian was a little surprised, but did not interrupt her. Instead, when she paused, she asked, "What about the fate of that tyrant?"
"Die." Adeshel said lightly. The word "death" is no longer unfamiliar to her. He whispered it out with his cherry mouth, but it was not as heavy as death should have. He only felt dissipation of wind and smoke. "I was sentenced to death by a short-lived guard in the hall. The guard's wife was insulted and killed by a tyrant. He endured humiliation and changed his name for twenty years, and finally successfully took revenge..."
Yiwen Ian clicked, and did not continue asking. He picked up the robe that the Dragon Girl had placed on the table before and gently opened the topic: "Tomorrow is the eve of Mulin Festival. Then the city will be very lively. Should we go out together?"
"Sister Aofeta is with me too?" Hearing Yiwen Ian's inquiry, Edishil subconsciously stroked his dark golden hair.
"No, we are the two." Yiwen Ian looked at Edishil and smiled softly, "It's like the first time."
Looking up at the smile, Adesh couldn't help but be a little dazzled. Although she had told herself that she would never be played with by this man in her palm again, she still felt that she was about to slowly fall into that gentle smile.
The silver light emitted by the black sun is not dazzling, but when it approaches rashly, it will be burned and bruised like the golden sun.
In his heart, Adeshel kept his usual appearance and nodded gently—
"Yeah, OK."
As one of the most traditional and grand festivals in Nanling, the Mulin Festival is not only the warm atmosphere of all festivals, but also the rigorous and rigid imperial people cannot imagine the longest time.
The Mulin Festival starts with the last vague day of May (Thursday). The eve stage lasts one day. From morning to afternoon, it is composed of a large-scale artist parade throughout the entire process. Thousands of Nanling artists from all over the country will take to the streets on this day, line up a long parade of hundreds of meters, and try their best to play and sing, hoping to attract as many guests as possible for the official stage in the next few days.
In addition to artists, Nanling civilians who have been working for a long time in the festival preparation stage will also wear traditional Nanling costumes, dress up beautifully, walk out of the house, waving colorful flowers and ribbons, join the cheerful parade on the street, walk with the artists, chat and laugh with their companions, shop, dance, and sing, join the parade, and enjoy the purest happiness before the festival begins with their families.
Until the "Three Days Ghost Night" truly arrives.
As an invader, the empire was very careful in language, system, and customs compatibility, and spared no effort in religion and festival reform. However, only the Mulin Festival was preserved together with a very small number of other festivals, which was enough to show the importance of this festival in the hearts of the people of Nanling.
The Silver Rose family ruled Nanling for more than 80 years. When they ruled Nanling and softened Nanling, they themselves also had certain changes. For example, as an imperialist, they would participate in Nanling festivals. In the festival, they would serve as a replacement for the former Nanling royal family and host large-scale fixed programs in the festival to suggest the Silver Rose family's domination over Nanling.
However, even so, it is the first time in history that it has to wear traditional clothing from Nanling to participate in the Mulin Festival.
“This dress is so hard to wear…”
The difficulty of wearing a Nanling long skirt rarely made Aofeta frown.
And in front of her, Elir wrapped in a half-tickle dress, not only yawned: "Sister Aofeta, aren't you doing well yet?"
"I'll do it..." Adeshel couldn't help but finish Shirley's dressing work in his hand and said to Aofeta.
Aofeta's extremely rare face turned slightly red: "Sorry..."
"No, it's okay." Edishil nodded, took the belt from Eofeta's hand, lowered his head and carefully sorted out the clothes on Elile.
In fact, she had just learned to wear clothes from Nanling for a few days. Before, there were palace maids dressing for her, but she had not worn them alone. However, because she had left her memories of how to wear them, she quickly became proficient after taking off her clothes by herself several times.
"Okay." Edishil gently patted Elile's neckline and stood up.
"Are you still alive?" At this moment, Yiwen Ian's inquiry sounded from outside the door.
On the side, Shirley, who had been watching Edishil dressing Ellie with a gentle gaze, heard Yiwen Ian's voice, walked to the door with a little annoyed, and opened the door: "What are you knocking? No one will like a man who is too anxious."
Yiwen Ian knocked on the air. Seeing that it was Shirley, he was stunned for a moment, smiled embarrassedly, then looked Shirley carefully and replied respectfully: "The new clothes are very suitable for you, Mother."
The blue and white trees are as frosted as plum, and Shirley is holding a long blue skirt on her body, and she sways in a little uncomfortable manner, with a little confused expression: "Is that right? But I always think it's a little weird?"
"No, in my opinion, it's really suitable." Yiwen Ian said with a sincere expression. Indeed, the long golden hair that Shirley tied behind her head, paired with a green color, looks like the Nanling long skirt in Hanfu in her previous life, is really suitable.
"Brother Ian, what about me?" A petite pink figure jumped out from behind Shirley, and suddenly pounced on Yiwen Ian's arms, staggering him.
Iri's face, whose little face was raised from Ivan Ian's arms, was flushed, and her black hair was stuck to the corners of her pink lips, looking very cute.
Yiwen Ian squatted down and gently touched Elier's little head: "Elier is the same, it's very cute."
"Yeah!" Elier nodded vigorously, suddenly grabbed Yiwen Ian's shoulder, lit her toes, and lit it like a dragonfly on Yiwen Ian's lips, and then ran away quickly.
Everyone was a little surprised, but Shirley, who reacted, quickly followed Ellie behind and said: "Elier! Don't run around in a skirt!"
"Uh..." Yiwen Ian stood up hesitantly while wiping the kissed place. Some time ago, I didn't know if it was his illusion, but I always felt that Iriel seemed to be deliberately avoiding him, but recently she has regained her previous enthusiasm - she always felt that she was a little too enthusiastic.
But he shook his head and left Yili's question for the moment. There was a girl standing in front of him with some anxiety, waiting for her invitation.
Edishil slowly walked to Ivan Ian, twisting his fingers nervously.
Looking at Yiwen Ian, she blushed slightly: "I didn't expect that you actually dressed yourself..."
"Well... I've been through before." Yiwen Ian smiled. It was actually a past life, because of university drama. "Isn't that bad?"
"No problem." Aidhir nodded softly, "It's very, very suitable for you - this black Nanling robe..."
Yiwen Ian smiled softly: "Goose yellow is also suitable for you."
Adeshel subconsciously touched it and tied it into a bunch, gathering the dark golden hair on his chest, and his heart was beating a little fast.
Her face turned red and she stuttered a little: "Thank you... Thank you for your praise..."
"So let's go..." Yiwen Ian stretched out his hand in an inappropriate way like Edishil.
"Yes." Adeshel gently held his hand and nodded. (To be continued.)