On the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Ming Wuyou had dinner with his grandfather. He knelt down on the couch and massaged the old man's head, asking about the strength while massaging.
Mr. Ming half-closed his eyes, "The strength is just right——"
"You have helped grandpa press it down for the past six months. Grandpa's headache has indeed been relieved a lot. It's just because of your hard work that you have to come here every night..."
"Teach Azhong this technique and let him do it. You can also save effort."
Ming Wuyou smiled and joked: "Besides, this is my specialty, I can't teach it to others easily!"
Mr. Ming knew that she was joking, but he was willing to help him press it. He was very worried.
After a while, the massage ended.
Mr. Ming ordered outside: "Azhong, bring the things in."
"yes."
Uncle Zhong responded, came in with a large long box, and placed it on the table in front of the grandfather and grandson.
"What is this?" Ming Wuyou asked curiously.
The old man brought the box to Ming Wuyou: "Open it and take a look."
Ming Wuyou looked at his grandfather with a smile and stretched out his hand: "Didn't grandpa prepare a gift for me? And he made it mysterious."
Click.
The lock was removed, Ming Wuyou opened the box and asked in surprise: "Clothes?"
She lifted up the clothes.
The lavender snow-spun gauze fairy dress, matching hair and face, and purple embroidered shoes inlaid with jade pieces and pearls are so exquisite and luxurious that it dazzles people.
"I seem to have seen the pattern of this dress in Liji."
Ming Wuyou turned to his grandfather, "It is said that there is only one piece in the entire Qian Kingdom. It is kept at Li Ji's main store in the capital. It is the treasure of their store. How can it be in grandpa's hands?"
The snow-rolled yarn used in this dress is extremely valuable and is a true ancient luxury product.
Li Ji got one because his daughter married into a royal merchant family, and made clothes into them and put them in his shop.
Ming Wuyou liked purple very much, and he thought this dress was beautiful, so he wanted to buy it.
But Li Ji's steward said that this material was originally only supplied to the palace. They used it to prop up the appearance and attract customers, and they would not sell it for any amount of money.
Now this dress actually appeared in front of me!
Mr. Ming smiled and said, "I asked Azhong to do some shopping for a long time before I bought it. Do you like it?"
"I like it!" Ming Wuyou nodded repeatedly.
At first, I simply liked this dress, but now coupled with Grandpa’s wishes, the dress becomes more pleasing to the eye and more beautiful.
"Get dressed tomorrow." The old man stroked Ming Wuyou's bun, "We have guests."
Ming Wuyou's heart skipped a beat.
Tomorrow's guest is Yun Ziheng.
Grandpa must have known the purpose of Yun Ziheng's coming, and even knew Yun Ziheng's true identity, so he dressed up like this.
Ming Wuyou put down his clothes and looked at the old man, "Grandpa, will you blame me?"
"Why are you blaming me?!" The old man laughed and said, "My Wuyou'er is so good, I just need more people to love you."
…
After returning to Wuyou Pavilion, Ming Wuyou put the box on the table, told Caiyue to go to bed early, and went to bed himself.
As soon as I pulled up the quilt, there was a gentle knock on the door from outside.
Ming Wuyou immediately got out of bed, quickly ran to open the door, and saw Murong Yu standing outside the door dressed in plain green.
"come on in!"
Ming Wuyou took Murong Yu and brought him into the house. After looking at him for a while, he said with a smile: "Your Highness, your clothes look good today!"
Ever since she said he could try more colors, the colors of Murong Yu's clothes really became richer.
Every time I meet her, it's different.
And after meeting her, he would always move his sleeves intentionally or unintentionally, or walk twice in front of Ming Wuyou, without saying anything, but with a strong sense of expectation.
Ming Wuyou has never been stingy with his praise.
She felt that every time she praised Murong Yu, he would be in a happy mood like a child for a long time.
Just like now.
There was a smile in Murong Yu's eyes, and his hand fell behind her shoulder: "Is the wound still itchy?"
Ming Wuyou shook his head, "It's been a long time and the scars have faded."
"Let me see."
Murong Yu's hand opened the pink middle coat, but he suddenly frowned. The scar had faded, but it left a pink mark, which didn't look pleasing to the eye.
"I mixed Shuhen's ointment, and after applying it for a while, the scar will disappear completely." Ming Wuyou took out the white porcelain jar: "That's it."
Murong Yu opened it and smelled it, then looked at Ming Wuyou: "I didn't wipe it off today."
"how do you know?"
"It doesn't smell like ointment."
"..." Ming Wuyou thought to himself, your nose is really smart.
Murong Yu took her hand to the edge of the bed and carefully applied a thick layer of ointment around the scar. He circled it patiently with his calloused fingers and waited until the ointment was completely absorbed by the skin.
Gather her clothes.
Ming Wuyou took a handkerchief to help him clean his hands.
Murong Yu lowered his head and watched her fingers intertwined with his. He felt inexplicably quiet in his heart, as if the worries caused by the court affairs in Beijing suddenly disappeared.
After Ming Wuyou wiped his hands, he took the person into his arms and hugged him: "Do you like the clothes?"
"Um?"
Ming Wuyou was stunned: "What clothes - you mean that Wangxian dress?!"
She suddenly realized: "Did you do something behind my back? Otherwise, grandpa would never have been able to buy this dress no matter how much money he spent."
Murong Yu didn't respond, stroking her long hair and said, "Can you put it on and let me see it?"
"No." Ming Wuyou's fingers played with the safety button tassel on his waist, and he said half-jokingly and half-seriously: "The snow-rolling yarn is specially provided by the palace——"
"If I, a commoner, wear this material and am accused and go to the capital, I will be charged! How dare I!"
"You dare to flirt with the current regent." Murong Yu looked down at her, "You don't dare to wear a piece of clothing?"
"You brought it to your door yourself! If I don't eat this good piece of meat, wouldn't I be stupid?"
Murong Yu narrowed his eyes, "If what comes to your mouth is meat from the side, will you eat it?"
"I'm very picky." Ming Wuyou said with a smile, "I can't swallow all kinds of meat."
"Are you still thinking about biting or swallowing?" Murong Yu gently pecked her lips and said a little fiercely: "I don't allow it. You can't even smell the meat next to it!"
Ming Wuyou chuckled and kissed her back unceremoniously. After she had had enough intimacy, she said seriously: "This piece of meat of yours is so fragrant and tempting, how could I look at other meat?!
"
Murong Yu was happy to be coaxed by her, but he did not forget about the clothes: "I want to see you wearing this dress."
"I'll wear it tomorrow."
"I want to see it now!" Murong Yu said: "I want to be the first."
His voice was clear and his face was calm, but there was a stubborn light in his eyes, "Wear it for me."