Hundreds of elite cavalry in Lingzhou escorted the three horses into Liangzhou City. The leader was Han Laoshan, the deputy general of Lingzhou. After several cavalry looked at his armor. He was also the powerful lieutenant in Northern Liang. This made the people in the city who witnessed this scene amazed. They didn't know who or what was worthy of Lingzhou's military mobilization, and they "emptied" half of the general-level military officers at Lingzhou. Among the horse team, one of them seemed particularly outstanding. To be precise, it was suspected that the chickens stood out in a group of cranes. Among the large horse swords and iron armored spears, this person was the only one.

Wearing a civil servant's uniform, he escorted the carriage at the beginning, and glanced at the car window from time to time, with a sense of self-satisfaction in his eyes, which was exactly the same as Xu Weixiong's childhood saying "the eyebrows were hanging with color". He was Wang Luting, the top leader of the Jinlu Weaving Bureau. This time he rushed to the Beiliang Palace, not the weaving master and villain, but the young head of the Zijin Wang family, who did have a beautiful political achievement, and he deserved to be the saddle of the Lingzhou deputy general Han Laoshan. There was no rare gold and silver placed in the three horses, nor was it to pay tribute to Qingliang Mountain, but three pieces of clothes.

After the Jinlu Weaving Bureau changed its owner, Wang Luting was devoted to this matter himself. In the other jurisdictions of the Liyang Dynasty, the position of weaving official was nothing more than a spy with a rank and a sight and ear placed by His Majesty the Emperor. He had the honor and privilege of rushing to the imperial study room for 500 miles. Wang Luting was the weaving official promoted by Li Xifeng after he retired and returned to his hometown. He had no relationship with the talented and powerful emperor of the Zhao family. In addition to closely monitoring the forces in the Lingzhou Jianghu, especially the rise of the Yulong Gang, Wang Luting was more of a literal weaving official and doing the work of sewing clothes.

In the carriage, there were three women sitting. The oldest woman was only in her thirties. The carriage was filled with a small gold-plated red sandalwood box. The youngest woman was graceful and had outstanding appearance. Although she was wearing the ice silk work clothes customized by the Weaving Bureau, her thoughts were everywhere. She applied a fish girl with a suitable thickness and light face. She also bought the thrush stone from Xiniangzhai, known as the Lingzhou Women's Golden Cave. She tied a skeleton-shaped carved fish jade pendant on her wrist with auspiciousness. This woman knew that she was born in the family at a glance.

The rich and wealthy official portal, and the other two women with few accessories were apart, apart from them. But this wealthy woman has always been talking and laughing at the elder girl, but she makes things most difficult for the woman named Xu. Of course, those tricks are all under the table and will definitely not make others hate them. The young woman is not sure why she is so hostile to the young widow of a poor family. Anyway, she feels uncomfortable anyway. Perhaps the Xu girl's breast is actually more "stable" than herself. Maybe she knows that

Mingming is a vulgar woman with a slutty son in the countryside, she is even more attracted by men than in the Jinlu Weaving Bureau. Just like a confidant of the Weaving Officer, she fell in love with this little woman at first sight and was like a soup. She even rejected a marriage that the family had already agreed to be a good match, threatening to not marry the Xu family's wife, and said that as long as the woman nodded, he would be willing to marry the matchmaker, and would not mind her past, and would even treat her son as her biological child. Not only this white

A scholar who has been reading the books of sages for twenty years, a general in Lingzhou who was about to become a captain in his early thirties. He had a bright future. His guests at home were either county magistrates or generals. He was shocked by what kind of good match he could not find. This made the young woman in the carriage angry about the injustice of the world. The vixen named Xu exuded a rustic spirit all over his body, and his appearance was brilliant, but it was not very amazing. They were really weird coming out of the deep mountains and forests. Otherwise, why would all those men be crazy?

She glanced at the woman who complained about Xu Fox in her heart, and then smiled at the older woman, "Sister Song, when I was a child, I heard from my father that he had visited Qingliang Mountain. At that time, he still went hand in hand with the governor of Liu to participate in our little prince's birthday party. My father also said that the general had walked down from his post and had a glass of green ant wine with them."

The older woman smiled and agreed, "Zaoer, who doesn't know that your father is a God of Wealth in Lingzhou. It's also a good thing to go to the royal palace. Zaoer, you are very literary. This time, when you went to Qingliang Mountain with Lord Wang, you might be caught by the prince at a glance. You accidentally became a female bachelor of the red-produced school in Wutongyuan. Don't forget Sister Song at that time."

The young woman nicknamed Zaoer covered her mouth and smiled: "By mercy of my sister, the female bachelor's committee dare not expect that Zaoer can be a little maid for that prince."

The little girl Xu Qing, who left her hometown and entered the weaving bureau, looked faint and she was unwilling to interfere with the two women beside her. In fact, she was still not sure why she was chosen by the Youzhou government's female red embroidery worker, and was selected with dozens of skilled women in other prefectures and counties. She went to the rich Lingzhou, which is known as the reputation of Xiao Jiangnan. She could only explain that she was in her hometown of Maguan. She had to sew some small objects for the Youzhou government women in her daughter's house when she was free, so she had this inexplicable opportunity. In fact, she was reluctant to go to Lingzhou at first. Her son Yousong was still young and had few land at home, but she could not delay it. The countryside was like this.

, less sweat, less harvest, and God's eyes were very poisonous. But the Lord Li Zheng in the village spoke, saying that this was a great honor for Zhaojia Village. As long as she went to the Lingzhou Weaver Bureau, the village not only exempted Yousong's private school fees, but also asked neighbors and villagers to help take care of her family's crops. Yousong could even live with the teacher. This was a great thing. Even without any worries, Xu Qing still asked Yousong, the child was sensible. Although he was in love with his mother in his heart, he patted his chest and said it was okay. His mother went to Lingzhou. He could take good care of himself and promised that when his mother came back, he could recite the "three hundred thousand" thoroughly.

Xu Xiaoniang thought of her sensible child, and her heart felt warm and the corners of her mouth were raised.

Zaoer glanced at the smile on the woman's mouth and felt resentful. Xu Fox looked just like that, but this silent inner charm could seduce the man's heart. It was not that she didn't want to learn it, but she couldn't learn it, so she could only give up in disappointment.

Zaoer was invisible and said to the ordinary-looking Sister Song with a proud look: "Sister Song, the three python robes made by the weaving bureau are naturally worn by our princes. The other two are probably for the two princesses. My father used to drink and chat with a big manager of the Lu family. At the beginning of the year, the manager privately said that their lady might not be able to become the main concubine, but the three sides have always been the long-standing rule of the Liyang Zongfa. Even if the lady of the Lu family is not the main concubine, she is the first among the concubines. The king of Chunshenhu must be behind. Sister Song, you have heard of this and you have heard of this. You are not allowed to be told that there will be big trouble."

The older woman knew that the "Emperor's family" was more serious than the heavy matters of the people. How dare she talk about such secret matters? She was shocked and became more respectful to this girl Zaoer, who was her subordinate. She thought that she would occasionally hold her clothes in front of her before. Should she use her little care to repair the sheep during this trip to the royal palace? The specifications of the Jinlu Weaving Bureau are roughly the same as the major weaving bureaus of the Liyang Dynasty. Among the three major workshops, except for the Gaobo Machine Room, the other two are exactly the same. Her household registration is weaving

The temporary households recruited by the bureau's official craftsman and Xu Qing, totaling more than 600 people, and there were more than 400 looms. The general weaving officer Wang Luting is said to be a big celebrity in front of Xinliang Wang, and she doesn't know whether it is true or not, but the big figures of the Lingzhou local yamen and the Yulong Gang did not dare not to sell the Lord Wang, which made the Weaving Bureau have good luck in everything in Lingzhou. This made her, the little female official in the silk workshop, feel honored. She is no longer as Li Xifeng was in charge of the Weaving Bureau, as she did not love her mother or her, and would be depressed whenever she was in charge of the Weaving Bureau.

The reason why she did not follow Na Zaoer to reject Xu Qing, a foreign woman, was that she had a secret hidden in her heart. Once she saw Lord Weaver King scolding others in a secluded place. You should know that the person being scolded was the Duwei Master who held half of the county's military power. The seed of the general who had a very good reputation was a little older than Lord Wang. At first, she wanted to refute a few words, but she didn't know what Lord Wang said, but when she saw the Duwei Master change her face. When Lord Wang, who usually walks, she looked like an eggplant beaten by frost, she felt like a soul-stirring.

Lost. Since then, the commander has never been to the Jinluo Weaving Bureau to entangle the little widow Xu Qing. She secretly guessed that the little woman Xu Qing was either the lucky one who was hidden by the Weaving Wang Luting herself in the golden house, or the ban on a certain Lingzhou behind the scenes. Otherwise, she really couldn't figure out who had this superb ability to allow some rural women in Youzhou border to easily send them to the popular Lingzhou Weaving Bureau and receive a unique double salary. The key is that Xu Qing never knew the truth and always thought that she was treated with other female craftsmen.

Xu Qing, who was sitting upright, secretly stretched out his finger while the two girls were chatting, and gently stroked the sandalwood box with her fingertips. She also entered the weaving bureau and realized that there were some woods in the world that were more valuable than human life, and could be called two inches of gold.

She has never understood the world.

Thinking that after completing the task this time, she plucked up the courage to talk to the general master of the silk workshop where she was, and asked her if she could take leave and go home to see the children and see how the harvest in the fields was.

Xu Qing had no reason to think of the clothes in the three boxes, which was really shocking. The chief master once said to Wang Weaver when he finished the work. According to the normal process and manpower of the Jiangnan Weaver Bureau, let alone the three pieces, the python robe that the King of Beiliang had to wear would take three years, and it might not be better than the Jinlu Weaver Bureau. Xu Qing had no doubts about this. She participated in it with her own hands and knew the hardships of it better than anyone else. The dozens of people in each process, from the chief master to the craftsman at the bottom, almost everyone worked for more than eight hours a day. Therefore, the weaver bureau was brightly lit every night, and her hand couldn't remember that it was pierced hundreds of times. The python robe from the hand of the dragon master, has nine paintings.

The manuscripts were vivid and daunting. She had only seen the one she had chosen, and she didn't dare to look at the python dragon on the painting. She felt that she would be sucking out of the draft. Xu Qing was one of the many gardeners. This python robe was the most rare makeup among the brocade. It had an unprecedented number of 1,800 flowers. Even if one was wrong, it would fail. It would have to start over. A famous female craftsman had a good relationship with Xu Qing, but because of the wrong one, she almost heard the news on the spot. Wang Zhizao, who rushed to death on the spot, ordered people to be beaten to death. Xu Qing ignored her plead for her, but she just gave up her fate. She never thought that the female craftsman unexpectedly escaped the disaster, but she also lost her identity as an official craftsman and was expelled from the Jinlu Weaving Bureau.

Xu Qing, who was skillful and skillful, had the honor to make exceptions and helped to pick flowers, especially the black-backed golden python robe and the eighteen golden pythons. After it was formed, it was really a rare honor in the world. Even a village woman who believed she was ignorant, dared to say that except for the Emperor on the dragon throne in Tai'an City, no vassal king's robe could be compared with it.

As for the two future "wedding clothes" of the Princess of Beiliang, Xu Qing didn't feel much, and he never felt it when he looked at it like Zaoer, thinking about how good it would be if he put it on.

The team leader drove straight in and arrived at the foot of Qingliang Mountain. Wang Luting felt relieved. There were more than 20 entourages in the Weaving Bureau this time, but not everyone had the luck to step into the royal palace to gain insight. Three horses, three boxes and three pieces of clothing, each with three female craftsmen protecting the red sandalwood box. Wang Luting had already made plans. There could only be one woman in each car, two future princesses from the King of Beiliang and the King of Lu families, respectively. The python robe was undoubtedly the top priority. The female craftsman named Situ Huazao, whose father used countless favors and faces and a total of 6,000 taels of silver to get to a master. Wang Luting sneered, "Why do you want to dress up the King of Beiliang?"

After Wang Luting dismounted, he called out the two cars and who was responsible for carrying the boxes into the mansion. The two women who were clicked were so excited that they burst into tears. They had a clean family background, a pretty face, and were always honest and honest. They were definitely not cunning women who were full of heart and could be extravagant activities. Wang Luting was very relieved of them. Then on the first carriage, Wang Luting, the weaving master, looked at the unknown Xu Qing with deep meaning.

He pointed at her and said nothing more. Xu Qing was stunned on the spot. She always thought it was Situ Huazao, the proud daughter, who was going to try to dress the young King of Beiliang. She never thought it would be her. For a moment, she was at a loss. Wang Luting frowned. If it were someone else, he would have been very angry, but since it was her, Wang Luting would have become more patient for the first time. He glanced at Xu Qing gently, and stopped waiting for her.

The reason for this is that Wang Luting knows more. The origin of this little widow is very simple, but the man behind the scenes who sent her into his Wang Luting territory was Wang Luting, who was the top leader in the witch weaving, and he could never afford to provoke him!

General Huangfu Scaling of Youzhou!

This master is truly the confidant of the King of Beiliang.

Compared with this ruthless man in Beiliang, Wang Luting is willing to give up the disadvantage in both the public practice and the degree of ruthlessness.

Wang Luting always thought that the little woman from Daomaguan, Yanzhi County, was the woman Huangfu Lien liked.

So he always pinched his nose and treated him with courtesy.

Wang Luting naturally didn't know that the Youzhou general did not dare to make any mistakes when he saw this little widow.

Xu Qing gritted his teeth, holding the not-heavy red sandalwood box, and followed everyone into the palace in a daze.

As he walked along, Xu Qing forgot to take a look at the Tingchao Lake, which was fascinating all over the world. In the weaving bureau, people often talked about that lake, and they would be full of longing. They used the words that came from hearsay, and could use exaggerated words to describe the scene of thousands of carp rolling in Tingchao Lake.

Wang Luting slowly climbed the mountain and first delivered two boxes to the entrances of the two Yajing courtyards.

Finally, under the guidance of the butler, we walked to a higher and extremely inconspicuous yard.

Not Wutongyuan.

It is actually the residence of Lao Liang Wang Xu Xiao!

Even Wang Luting, who was mentally tenacious, was shocked.

Chief Wang Luting exhaled and whispered: "Xu Qing, be smarter and more natural. If you are really nervous, I can let you stay outside the yard for a while and wait until your hands and feet are no longer stiff before entering."

Xu Qing's face turned pale, holding the box, was even more and more trembling when the weaving master said this, and he was vaguely shaking.

The one inside is the King of Beiliang! She has never seen a high-ranking official like a county magistrate once in her life. How could she not be nervous?

Wang Luting looked at her uneasy and felt a little upset. He had known that he would have asked Situ Huazao, the woman to hold the box. At least that woman is ambitious and even more courageous, so she would not have been so timid. As for her restlessness, what is it in this palace with two father and son kings of the Liyang Dynasty?

The butler of the royal mansion who led the way still smiled and did not even have the intention to urge him. However, Wang Luting was familiar with the human nature and knew very well that he was implicated by Xu Qing. If he wanted to enter Qingliang Mountain again in the future, unless the King of Beiliang summoned him, it would be difficult to ascend to heaven.

The butler would not care about anything with the woman, but in the heart of this well-deserved great man in Beiliang, as Wang Luting expected, he felt a little disgusted with Wang Luting's purple gold Wang family and the entire Jinluo weaving game.

Wang Luting looked at Xu Qing's panic that instead of reducing, he lamented in his heart.

The butler narrowed his eyes and glanced at the young weaver, then turned to the woman, Wen Yan, and said, "Girl, it's okay. Our prince is the best-speaking person in the world. Don't worry about going in. It's not a big deal if you do something wrong. Why don't we make a bet? If the prince says something harsh to you, I'll give you ten taels of silver after you come out. If the prince is really as I said, and is so easy to speak and speak well, girl, you have to give me ten taels of silver. How about it?"

Xu Qing finally relaxed a little, bit his lip and nodded, no longer so much that he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

The butler smiled slightly, helped to open the yard door, and then gently covered it after she crossed the threshold.

Then, Xu Qing saw a young back standing alone under a loquat tree that was still green in autumn.

The loquat tree is lonely, and he is also lonely.

Xu Qing was stunned for a moment, blinked his eyes, thinking that he was dazzled, but after blinking hard, he still felt incredible.

Why does his figure look so similar to that young man who passed by Daomaguan twice?

The man turned around and Xu Qing felt relieved immediately, but when she saw his eyes, she was worried again.

He looks different from his own appearance, but his eyes are so similar.

Xu Qing was completely confused.

Even though she knew that the unattainable young vassal king in front of her was destined to be that person, she thought of that person in an inappropriate manner at this moment, and she really missed him.

The little mother Xu Qing knew that she shouldn't be like this, but she was like that.

Xu Fengnian was actually stunned for a moment, but he quickly figured out the reason. It was certain that Huangfu Li did this. However, since then, he didn't want to say anything more.

He walked up to her, took the box, and said calmly: "I just need to dress myself. Just wait in the yard. After a stick of incense, leave and say to Wang Luting outside the door. I said that the python robe is good. Also, please don't rush to leave the palace."

Xu Qing nodded blankly, not knowing whether he had heard it.

Xu Fengnian turned around and smiled.

As he walked up the steps, a timid but surely the woman's most courageous cry in her life suddenly came from behind: "Young Master Xu?"

He didn't stop.

Her face turned red, and her head was covered in sweat. A few strands of hair stuck to her cheeks. She raised her arms and wiped them secretly.

She smiled happily, it wasn't him.

Not good.

If not, maybe I can see you again.

She still owes him money.

He said it was 1,500 taels of silver, and he wanted her to pay it back fifty years.

She herself was unwilling to admit it and agreed to go to the Jinlu Weaving Bureau because she heard that she was a scholar studying in Lingzhou.

The light inside the room was a little dim, and Xu Fengnian wore the python robe that was obviously a traitor of the dynasty.

Very fit.
Chapter completed!