She actually wanted to try it on to see how the dress looked like.
Murong Yu took the initiative to get up and go outside, turning his back to the screen like a gentleman.
Only a few rustling sounds could be heard inside. His hands under his plain blue sleeves curled up several times, but he resisted prying.
He didn't turn around until he heard footsteps behind him and Ming Wuyou's soft white hands squeezed his palm.
This Wangxian dress is very unique in style, with purple tassels and spar strings on the shoulders and corners.
There are two narrow cutouts on the front neckline, revealing the beautiful collarbones, a palm-shaped purple embroidered belt cinches the waist, and the floor-length skirt.
"Your Highness." Ming Wuyou asked, "How is it?"
She was already getting ready for bed and had already let her hair down.
At this time, her long hair like ink satin was hanging down on her clothes.
Due to the height difference between the two of them, she raised her face slightly when talking to him, with skin as white as jade and lips as petals.
"nice."
Murong Yu whispered, stretched out his hand and put his palm on her waist, his eyes dark, "This dress is suitable for you."
Ming Wuyou couldn't stand him being like this the most. He was the only one with those deep eyes.
Every time he looked at himself like this, he would feel guilty.
"This dress came through His Highness's hands. Since it looks good, how can I not express a little gratitude to His Highness?"
She put her hand on Murong Yu's cheek and said softly, "I want to kiss you."
…
Ming Wuyou had a good night's sleep and a good night's dream.
Those who were with Grandpa in the dream, and those who were with Murong Yu, were all happy days.
When I got up early, half of the branches stretched out from the window, and magpies were chirping on it. Ming Wuyou looked at it and couldn't help but feel even more happy.
"Miss, hurry up and freshen up. Mr. Yun will be here soon."
Caiyue stepped in, followed by a familiar maid.
"Um."
Ming Wuyou rolled over and stepped on the comfortable Anluo carpet with his bare feet. After washing, he stood in front of the mirror.
She put on the purple immortal dress under the service of her maid, and everyone in the room looked at her with amazement.
"It is indeed a material supplied to the palace." Caiyue stepped forward and circled Ming Wuyou several times, "This is so beautiful. It would be even better if this kind of material could be used in the future!"
"Okay." Ming Wuyou smiled, "Let's go have breakfast with grandpa first."
After arriving at Fushouyuan, Mr. Ming's eyes were full of joy. He held Ming Wuyou's hand and said, "My Wuyou son is so beautiful."
The grandfather and grandson had their breakfast happily and were talking when a little servant hurried in from outside: "Master, eldest lady, someone has brought a gift in front of me."
"Is it Mr. Yun?"
Ming Wuyou was a little surprised: "We didn't make an appointment at noon, why is it so early?"
"No!" the servant gasped: "It's that one, the commander of the imperial army who gave the young lady the Anluo carpet before."
Ming Wuyou was startled.
Leng Xiao? That gift was sent by Murong Yu!
What gift did he give?
The servant then said: "I gave away a lot, but the commander said I want a small number of people to collect some of them. Miss, please go and have a look."
How dare he, a little servant, accept so many gifts!
Ming Wuyou had no choice but to tell his grandfather, get up and go outside to take a look.
When I saw it, I was immediately stunned.
The yard of my house is already full of them, and the place outside my house is even more crowded, with no end in sight.
Moreover, every box that was carried had a full moon paper cutout, which was red.
Caiyue was speechless: "This is not like a simple gift, but like -"
The people watching on the side were also talking in low voices, and Caiyue had not finished speaking.
"Who is here to hire Miss Ming? There are so many gifts! There are dozens of gifts!"
"I'm counting, one, two..."
"I have already counted fifty-two, and they were escorted by soldiers. It seems that the person hired has a good background!"
Leng Xiao dismounted in front of Ming Wuyou and saluted respectfully: "Miss Ming, these are the Mid-Autumn Festival gifts given to you and the old man by my Highness."
Ming Wuyou:......
Is this Mid-Autumn Festival a little too serious? There are so many!
Leng Xiao handed the order to Ming Wuyou, "I hope you'll accept it."
…
At this time, Yun Ziheng's carriage was blocked at the end of the street by so many gifts.
Qingfeng looked at the boxes covered with red paper all over the street, and then at the dozens of gifts behind Yun Ziheng, "Compared with the regent, our gifts are a bit..."
Shabby?!
Yun Ziheng half-lifted the carriage curtain with a folding fan, glanced ahead with squinted eyes, and smiled helplessly, "More than a little."
Qingfeng rode his horse to the car and asked: "Then what should we do? Should we make more preparations or--"
"No need."
Yun Ziheng said calmly: "They are looking to hire people, so what should we compete with? Besides, no one has more money."
Qingfeng secretly thought: It is true that he has less money than the regent.
After Leng Xiao personally delivered the gift list to Ming Wuyou, he led a group of forbidden troops back and saluted Yun Ziheng.
"Good day, Your Majesty."
"Um."
Yun Ziheng nodded, "Will your Highness come over today?"
"Your Highness has something to do." Leng Xiao said, "I'm afraid I won't be able to come today, so I'm preparing a generous gift."
Yun Ziheng said "Oh".
…
Ming Wuyou recovered from the shock and ordered people to collect all the gifts.
There is a warehouse for storing valuables at home, and there are seven or eight unused yards that have been put to use, and I finally put away those gifts.
"Miss Ming." Just after putting it away, Yun Ziheng's carriage approached.
A dozen large boxes were unloaded from the cart by servants and placed in front of Ming's house.
The people who were watching the excitement had not yet left, and they whispered again: "This is also a job offer!"
"It looks like it, but why is this gift so small? It's much shabby compared to the one just now... Hey, have you noticed, why is there no matchmaker in my job?"
The discussion was very quiet, and Ming Wuyou didn't hear it. He just had a headache looking at the gifts.
Where did she put it?
Yun Ziheng heard it and naturally had no reaction.
He thoughtfully said to Ming Wuyou: "Let's carry it into the yard first. It really can't be put down. Let's put it at the door for Qingfeng to look at it. Then we can take it in when we find a place later."
"……good."
Ming Wuyou and Yun Ziheng entered the house together.
Along the way, Yun Ziheng chatted with Ming Wuyou, occasionally asking about the old man's health, and occasionally about the Ming family's business at Baishan Hall and the boat shop.
They all maintained the sense of propriety as friends, and their tone of voice was very comfortable.
Ming Wuyou was a little silent because he knew why he came here today.
She was a little curious about what happened between her mother and the King of War, and how Fu Mingting married his mother.
Come to think of it, you can always clear up some doubts today, right?
"Master Yun, Wuyou'er."
When they arrived in front of Fushou Yuan, Mr. Ming was sitting under the locust tree in the courtyard, raising his hand to greet the two of them. This chapter has been completed!