In the end, due to Feng Qingcang's tyranny, Xin Mo'er stopped driving him away, and at most he would hide in the quilt to change.
However, she is facing a very huge problem now.
That is, when ancient women came, what pads did they use?
Feng Qingcang seemed to see her thoughts, walked straight to the closet, squatted down, opened the first drawer on his left hand, took out a round of thick straw paper from it, handed it to her, and said indifferently, "First,"
Just use it. The father will order someone to use it later. "
Xin Mo'er looked at the hard straw paper and was crying without tears. Is this what people use? Is it really so backward in ancient times?
"Father, prepare some needles and thread for me and then ask people to find some gentle dispersions."
Feng Qingcang looked at her in confusion. This time he did not ask her, but instead ordered Xiao Wu outside the door to buy some needles and threads. Because there were no other women in the Xu Palace except Xin Mo'er, so the Palace
I usually don’t prepare needles and threads.
Xin Mo'er put the needle and thread and cotton cloth that Xiao Wu bought from outside on the edge of the bed, then used scissors to cut a corner of the quilt, pulled out the cotton wool inside, and put it into the cotton cloth.
I made a length of about twenty centimeters, about eight centimeters wide and about two centimeters thick. I sewed a lengthened sanitary napkin, and then sewed two thin strips at both ends. This complete ancient sanitary napkin was made.
It's right.
Feng Qingcang didn't understand what she was doing at first. After she finished doing it, her expression went from doubt to shock. She didn't understand what was in her little head. How could she come up with such a strange thing.
Ideas, but this is a good idea.
Feng Qingcang walked to the desk where he placed his pen and inkstone, waved his hand and he outlined the structure diagram of an extended sanitary napkin and marked it.
He called Xiao Wu again and ordered, "Let the embroiderers prepare a hundred things according to the painting. After a quarter of an hour, put them in the room next to me."
Although Xiao Wu didn't understand what was drawn on the prince's picture, he did not delay taking the drawing paper and leaving quickly.
A quarter of an hour? The efficiency he demanded was really high.
However, Xin Mo'er was still very happy. From this small detail, we can see that Feng Qingcang still loves her very much.
Xin Mo'er put her hands under the quilt, tiptoed to change her clothes, and was about to jump out of bed, but the door was rudely pushed open.
I saw a girl in a bright red dress, who was a 15 or 16-year-old arrogant person, walked in with a swaying imperial edict in her hand.
Xiao Liu was following her. Xiao Liu knelt down, "Prince forgives the crime. The third princess is holding an imperial edict in her hand, and her subordinates dare not stop her."
Feng Qingcang's eyes trembled, and she glanced at Nangong Die coldly. She saw her holding her hands in front of her chest, her eyes obsessed with locking on his handsome face, and she showed off her rare etiquette as a lady, and said angrily, "
Nangong Die has met Prince Xu."
Xin Mo'er's body shook on the bed and almost fell off the bed. The last time she heard the pig-head princess speak, it was not the same sound.
She is simply more than Lin Chi-ling.
Goosebumps all over the floor.
Nangong Die heard the slight sound from the edge of the bed and looked behind Feng Qingcang, and his face suddenly became ugly.
The messy clothes in the room were placed all over the floor, and there was blood on the clothes!
And a girl in bed who is more than two years younger than her!
Nangong Die has seen her on the street and has made enemies. Isn’t that woman the little princess of Prince Xu?
"How could you be in Prince Xu's room?!" Nangong Die asked sternly with a dark face.