"Thank you for the compliment, Miss!" Shen Qingci stood not far behind Ming Wuyou, with lowered eyebrows and eyes, extremely respectful.
"Well..." Ming Wuyou thought for a while and laughed, "You always do things very well. If I say it so simply, it seems insincere to praise you."
Shen Qingci said: "No."
No matter what the eldest lady said, as long as she said it to him, she was sincere and he was very happy.
But he would never be able to say such words in his life.
Ming Wuyou looked at it for a while, then slowly looked away, "Is everything still safe around Grandpa and the Duke of Zhenguo recently?"
"Go back to the eldest lady, everything is safe around the old man, and there are some actions at the Zhenguo Duke's Mansion."
"Oh? What action."
"They prepared a granddaughter named Yu Yinglan, sent it to the palace, and placed it in the Fengyi Hall of the Queen Mother to accompany the Queen Mother."
"Huh?" Ming Wuyou frowned slightly and asked keenly: "How big is it?"
Shen Qingci said: "Eight years old, I just celebrated my birthday this month."
"Haha..." Ming Wuyou chuckled, with a cold look in his eyes, "If I remember correctly, Yuan Hao is only nine years old. At such a young age, they have already started planning for the emperor's harem in the future."
"You are really prepared for a rainy day. No wonder the Yu family of Zhenguo Dukefu has been able to stand firm in Qianguo for so many years."
She likes to interfere in external affairs.
But things in the palace were beyond her reach.
But then I thought about it, Murong Yu was watching the palace, how could he not know what Yu Yinglan was doing, and he should be on guard.
Ming Wuyou calmed down his thoughts and tapped the position opposite him with his chin: "Mr. Shen, please sit down and have something to eat. Let's go back after eating."
"yes!"
Shen Qingci cherished his words like gold, sat down and ate seriously.
If Ming Wuyou asked anything, he would reply immediately and concisely.
Ning Zhiyuan came to Beijing this time. In addition to sending gifts to Ming Wuyou and asking some questions, Ning Zhiyuan also had some official business on the Jiangbei embankment, so he settled in an official residence of the Ministry of Industry.
When he came, he only brought an old servant and a young boy to take care of him.
Ming Wuyou was afraid that he would be short of manpower and it would be inconvenient to do things sometimes, so he ordered Shen Qingci to put two people beside Ning Zhiyuan.
In the afternoon, Ming Wuyou returned to the princess's mansion and started practicing acupuncture.
The embroidery lady has already chosen the most suitable embroidery stitch for Ming Wuyou, and also drawn the pattern on the Jifu.
Ming Wuyou embroidered very seriously, and the finished product was really good.
But Ming Wuyou looked at it with a complicated expression on his face.
"What's wrong?"
Murong Yu finished his court affairs early today and went to the Princess's Mansion to visit Ming Wuyou. As soon as he entered the Wuyou Pavilion, he saw her expression.
Murong Yu walked forward and couldn't help asking: "Are you tired?"
"Nothing."
Ming Wuyou pinned the needle to the embroidery cloth, stood up and pulled him to the table to help him make tea.
Murong Yu held her hand and looked carefully at the delicate fingertips, which were as green as green.
Ming Wuyou asked: "Are you checking whether there are any needle holes in my hands? Do you think I am such a stupid person?"
"Well, you're not stupid." Murong Yu said lightly, took the teapot, poured tea for himself, and pulled Ming Wuyou to sit next to him.
Caiyue sensibly took the other maids and all the embroiderers and retreated outside.
"It is." Ming Wuyou chuckled.
Although embroidery is a delicate job, Ming Wuyou is smart and willing to learn. Apart from pricking her fingers a few times in the past few days, she has rarely made such low-level mistakes recently.
Murong Yu pondered for a moment and said, "Forget it, let the people from the Ministry of Rites do it."
Ming Wuyou was startled, "What? Are you talking about a wedding dress?"
"Um."
Murong Yujian frowned slightly, "You should rest more."
Ming Wuyou has too many things on his hands.
She takes everything seriously and does her embroidery seriously.
This caused her to schedule a full schedule from morning to night.
In fact, he and Ming Wuyou have seen each other less frequently recently.
He asked Ming Wuyou to embroider the dress, just because he wanted to feel more of Ming Wuyou's care and affection.
The point was never about the dress, and it wasn't about making her so tired.
Although Ming Wuyou's fingertips are not punctured by needle holes, there are still deep marks pressed by the embroidery needle.
Murong Yu took her hand.
His calloused fingers gently pressed against Ming Wuyou's fingertips, trying to relieve the stiffness and discomfort in her fingers, and then said, "Let the Ministry of Etiquette handle it."
Ming Wuyou was stunned for a moment, "How can this be done? I agreed!"
She just looked at the embroidery, and what she was thinking was that embroidery requires slow work and careful work.
Although the wedding date has not yet been set, I think it will be after the new year.
At her current speed, I'm afraid she won't be able to finish the embroidery, so she is thinking about how to arrange her time and spend more time on this matter every day.
Unexpectedly, Murong Yu actually refused to let her do it.
"I'm too tired." Murong Yu looked at her steadily, "Let the etiquette department handle it."
"No!" Ming Wuyou refused directly, "I said I would embroider it myself."
Murong Yu: "..."
"Don't worry..." Ming Wuyou suddenly came forward and pecked Murong Yu's lips gently, "I can embroider it. It's cold in winter anyway, so there's nothing to go out for."
Murong Yu looked at her faint smile but full of confidence, and suddenly felt very annoyed.
Because he could already imagine how busy she was embroidering cloth day and night.
Ming Wuyou is such a person. As long as something is decided, he will move forward courageously and will never give up halfway.
In the end, Murong Yu's protest was ineffective in this matter.
Ming Wuyou was very persistent.
Murong Yu had no choice but to do the next best thing and told her not to tire herself out and to rest more.
…
In the days that followed, everything was calm.
As expected, Prince Ningdu’s wedding invitation was not sent to him.
Last year there was a snowstorm in the Thirteen Prefectures of Menggu. This year we took precautions in advance and the winter there was peaceful.
Ning Zhiyuan simply stayed in the capital because he had to contact important matters in the capital and the dam. Murong Yu asked him to work as an errand in the Ministry of Industry.
Ming Wuyou had to go to Baishan Hall once a day before returning to Ming's house.
After the weather got a little colder, I simply stopped going to Baishan Hall and left full control to Li Xinglin.
The shipyard and Dafeng Hall were all watched by Shen Qingci.
Caiyue sighed countless times: "Manager Shen and Mr. Xinglin are so powerful. If it weren't for them, Miss would be exhausted from running around taking care of all these things by herself!"
"Yeah." Ming Wuyou was still threading needlework in front of the embroidery frame, and he was now very skilled at it.
She came here through soul, and she put all her efforts into the Ming family's property.
Li Xinglin and Shen Qingci are talented and loyal, both in literature and martial arts. These two people have always been the key to the Ming family shipping company and Baishan Tang's stable foothold in Jiangzhou.
Caiyue chirped a few more words.
Ming Wuyou always responded with "Hmm".
Caiyue pursed her lips, not wanting to disturb Ming Wuyou, so she stepped aside to help Ming Wuyou cut the heart of the candle. This chapter has been completed!