PFC Chapter 335 Making Shoes for Husband
Chapter 335 Making Shoes for Husband
Shoes are very particular.
The shoes worn by princes, ministers, emperors, generals and ministers are different from those worn by ordinary people, and are called Xi (xi four sounds). The jackets worn by men come in three colors: red, white, and black; while the jackets worn by women come in three colors: black, green, and red.
The pair on Mu Tingxue's feet are Xuan Xi.
Double bottom, the upper layer is made of cloth and the lower layer is made of wood, forming a base. This design is waterproof and will not get wet even if it rains.
To be honest, it fits my feet very well and I'm not used to it at all. Much more comfortable than modern high heels.
Coming out of the main hall, you step onto the square brick stairs covered with lotus patterns.
Several palace maids and eunuchs stood beside the palace steps.
The leader was wearing a lake-green embroidered thick cotton robe, with his temples held high, holding a stove in his hand. He stood on the steps of the palace and bowed and saluted: "I pay my respects to Her Royal Highness the Princess. It's cold outside. Please take this hand stove with you."
Mu Tingxue smiled brightly and took the warm stove from the hands of the eldest aunt in charge of Qihuang Palace: "I'm sorry for your trouble, Master Xunyin."
On the afternoon of the ninth day of every month, she would come regularly to learn piano from Qin Sheng Xunyin. Unless not in Yundu.
After studying for a year, I have achieved some success. I can play the arty song "High Mountains and Flowing Waters", and I can also play the ditty "Feng Qiu Huang" to make the child's father blush.
"This is the base ingredient used in the Imperial City Hot Pot Restaurant. It's a good time to eat hot pot when it's cold. You can gather the ladies in Qihuang Palace together, go to the dining room to get some side dishes, cook them in a pot and have a great time. It's especially Warm up.”
Mu Tingxue took out a box of hot pot base from her broad sleeves and gave it to her.
Although Xunyin was happy, he kept his dignity and did not dare to answer: "How can this be good..."
Mu Tingxue domineeringly pushed the hot pot base ingredients into her hands and said, "I have learned the piano from you for so long, and I had to be saved by you when I was a child. Don't refuse even the slightest hint of your affection. Besides, I'm still here. I have something urgent to ask for your help."
"What's the matter?"
"I want to make a pair of red turtlenecks."
Mu Tingxue knew that she was dexterous, not only could she play the piano, but she was also good at sex.
Xunyin didn't dare to take the big one and said modestly: "What kind of shoes His Highness wants, the palace embroiderers in the Needlework Bureau and the Clothing and Hat Bureau can make the best ones. The slaves' craftsmanship is inferior to them. If If you don’t give up, I will make a pair for you within three days.”
Mu Tingxue leaned forward and lowered her voice: "You're teaching me how to do it."
Xunyin was stunned for a moment. He was as smart as her. As his eyes moved, he had an epiphany: "For the regent?"
Mu Tingxue's ears felt hot, and she snorted like a mosquito.
The corners of Xunyin's lips rose: "Okay, come to the slave's room."
Mu Tingxue found a teacher, prepared needlework, fabric, and wood for making shoes, and went into Xunyin's small courtyard. As the aunt in charge of Qihuang Palace, she is also a fifth-grade female official. There is also a Qiluo Courtyard for independent living in the palace, with blue bricks and red walls, a bronze incense burner in the courtyard, and a thick felt curtain on the door to keep out the frost. , the room is quite warm, and there is a blooming red plum in the vase on the table.
Although the sparrow is small and has all the internal organs, the small courtyard is warmly and elegantly decorated.
Mu Tingxue saw that there were dozens of unopened packages of refined salt in the mahogany cabinet against the wall. The packages did not have the logo of the Imperial City Chamber of Commerce, but had the seal of the Woyejiang Salt Company.
"Your Majesty, it's a joke. It's from Renqing. This silly boy sent so much salt that I couldn't finish it even if I lived alone for several years. No, there was also a lot of bacon pickled in the yard and hung on a rope to dry. .”
Xunyin mentioned Yan Renqing, a disciple he raised by himself, with a mother-like tenderness on his face, "When I was in Xiaoxiang Shuiyun Pavilion, Renqing didn't have enough to eat or wear or keep warm when he was a child. He did menial work in the pavilion and couldn't even eat a meal. A few grains of salt. The child suffered too much and suffered too much inhuman bullying. But now he is better. Renqing is under the care of His Highness and has been promoted to the rank of third-grade Woyejiang Salt Transport Envoy, with great success."
She threaded embroidery thread on the two needles, and traced the shape of the shoes with chalk. Her movements were very familiar, and she looked like she was used to doing needlework.
Mu Tingxue took a needle and followed her example, then continued: "That's his own business. He handled the salt administration at Woye River in an orderly manner, and managed the salt merchants on both sides of the strait in a submissive manner. The autumn salt tax has also raised a lot."
"If you know the red leaves under the spring, you can feel a little relieved."
Xunyin's eyes suddenly became sad.
Mu Tingxue noticed that she said "a little relief" instead of "rest in peace".
Oiran Hongye, a peerless actor who was let down.
She was not accepted by the Yan family of a powerful family and gave birth to a child alone in a brothel. From being sought after by thousands of people, she was despised by thousands of people. From a courtesan who could choose guests at will for a night of riches, she was reduced to a low-level prostitute. She did not wait for her lover Yan Xi to marry her. Just waiting for syphilis to come and die with hatred.
When she died, there was not even a separate grave. The young and helpless Xiao Renqing could only roll up her mother's body with torn grass and throw her body into a mass grave.
"If Hongye was still alive, he would be able to enjoy the blessings with Renqing now." Mu Tingxue couldn't help but sigh, "He is also a pitiful person."
"Enjoying happiness?"
Xunyin shook his head and smiled helplessly, "Even if she didn't get bayberry and struggled to survive until now, the Yan family would still not accept her, let alone give her a status."
Mu Tingxue cut the fabric and said, "Not necessarily."
Xunyin sighed: "Hongye is a lowly book, and aristocratic families will look down upon it. It will only feel like it has stained the lintel of the family."
Mu Tingxue felt that Yan Yang was still very reasonable and retorted: "Now that the regent is the head of the family, he has always wanted to compensate Renqing. If Hongye is still alive, he will allow Hongye to enter the Yan family."
"But I heard—"
Xunyin changed the subject.
She looked around to make sure that there were no ears on the wall, then lowered her voice and told an old story, "The old lady and head of the Yan family knew about Renqing's existence. In the last year of Hong Ye's serious illness, she was still able to breathe. I carried my three-year-old child to the Wu'an government office to recognize her, but to my surprise, the Yan family sent a few servants to beat Hong Ye out like an animal."
Mu Tingxue's heart skipped a beat and she asked in shock, "Which old lady?"
Xunyin embroidered with dense stitches and said: "Based on the time, it should be your grandmother. Hongye and the distinguished old Mrs. Yan died in the same year."
Mu Tingxue couldn't calm down for a long time.
It would be understandable to say that grandma cannot accept her brother-in-law taking an oiran as a concubine and is not allowed to enter the house, but it would be a bit too much to say that she is unwilling to accept her three-year-old grandson.
Renqing's appearance is 90% similar to that of his uncle, and the remaining 10% is Hongye's beauty gene.
In other words, his grandparents knew that Renqing was his brother-in-law's son, but they still shut him out. As a result, he suffered in Xiaoxiang Shuiyun Pavilion for more than ten years and could not even raise the money to bury his biological mother. .
"A three-year-old smart kid can already remember things."