Wei Luo was a little confused for a while. Even if it was preparing the wedding dress, it should be prepared by Wei Luo's mother. She didn't have a mother, so this task fell to the fourth aunt Qin, or she could sew it herself. But looking at the current situation, could it be that Zhao Jie wanted to buy her a wedding dress? Did he tell his father, and his father agreed
When a girl gets married, the wedding dress is extremely important. Whether the wedding dress is good or not, whether the stitches are exquisite or not, the relatives, friends and guests attending the wedding can tell at a glance, this is related to her future face and dignity. She understands what Zhao Jie is thinking about her, but is he being too lenient... The soles of Wei Luo's shoes on the day she got married had already filled half of them, and she had stabbed her fingers countless times because of this. Are the soles of your shoes useless
Only then did Wei Luo understand why the steward of Prince Jing's mansion brought her here, because the famous Xiuchun residence is next door. Xiuchunju's clothes are well-known in Shengjing City. It is a century-old shop, and it is hard to find a piece of clothing. Their family only makes ready-made clothes. Every year, people who come to order clothes flock to them. They are all prominent and famous families in Shengjing City. However, Xiuchunju only opens for business three days after the Chinese New Year, and only accepts five orders a year, and closes to thank customers after receiving them. At other times, if you want to ask their family to make a piece of clothing, you can't buy it even if you have money. And those ten pieces of clothes were all sold at sky-high prices, even so, some people were willing to come and be slaughtered.
The noble ladies in Shengjing City are all honored to be able to wear the clothes of Xiuchunju. Anyone who can get one will definitely be envied by others.
It's late autumn now, and there are still several months before the Chinese New Year. The amount of the five orders must have been sold early in the morning. How did Zhao Jie get the people from Xiuchunju to nod in agreement
If Wei Luo could get married in Xiuchunju's clothes, not only would the British government look good, but others would also be able to see how much Prince Jing attached importance to Wei Luo, and they would even think highly of the British government and Wei Luo. For the sake of Zhao Jie being so caring, Wei Luo didn't bother with him about the half filled sole, at worst, he would make other embroidered shoes by himself in the future.
When Wei Luo was in a daze, the woman had already finished measuring her, and she still took another look at her chest, and asked implicitly, "Has the girl grown recently?"
Wei Luo blushed subconsciously, and almost didn't raise her hands to cover her rudimentary breasts. Where did this woman want to ask her if she was tall? She should have asked her if her breasts were developing... The wedding dress also had to fit the size. Girls usually don't grow very tall by this time, but their breasts will still grow. developmental. In case the chest is tight at that time, the wedding dress will be uncomfortable to wear.
Wei Luo's face was blushing almost to the point of bleeding, it's fine if she knew it, but she had to say it in front of everyone, but fortunately there was no man in the room, and the steward of Prince Jing's mansion had already retreated when she was taking the measurements. "It's still growing..."
A fifteen-year-old girl, once the time comes, her body seems to have opened up by herself. First Xiao He showed her sharp corners, and now she is bulging and can be held in one hand. Wei Luo wondered if it was really made by Zhao Jie... After all, before Zhao Jie made a move, her two little peaches hadn't moved at all.
Thinking too far, Wei Luo quickly regained her sanity and straightened her face.
The women in Xiuchunju are used to making clothes and have a lot of experience, so they know what to do when they hear it. It will be less than a year before October next year, and the chest of the wedding dress will be a little bigger, which will be enough to cover when it comes. The woman wrote down the data one by one, and seeing that there was no problem, she gave Wei Luofu a blessing and said goodbye.
In the private room surrounded by people just now, Wei Luo was the only one left.
The stewards of Prince Jing's residence were missing, and Wei Luo's maids and mothers-in-law were all waiting downstairs. She went to the door and took a look, walked back to the room and prepared to put on the veiled cap before going down, just as her hand touched the light veiled veiled cap on the round table carved with vermilion lacquer and lion pattern, a hard body was stuck behind her, close to her ear Side asked: "Let me see how big it has grown?"
Wei Luo was taken aback, but fortunately she reacted quickly, and quickly dodged to the side, leaving Zhao Jie's hand empty.
Wei Luo stood in front of him, staring at him with shame and anger: "Why are you here?"
When she was speaking, she glanced at the mullion door, which was tightly closed, and she really didn't hear the sound of opening and closing the door just now, could it be that Zhao Jie has been hiding in the room all this time? Thinking of the conversation she had with the woman when she was taking the measurements, and thinking about Zhao Jie's nonsensical words, Wei Luo instantly understood what was going on, her small face was shy and annoyed, like a flower bud with dew on a spring morning, Delicate and pink.
Zhao Jie's complexion was normal, without the slightest bit of shame. He looked down at the angry little girl, pinched her cheek, and said with a smile: "This king finally invited people from Xiuchunju, you don't appreciate it, why are you still angry?"
Unprepared, Wei Luo was pinched on the face by him. It didn't hurt, but she deliberately said, "Why didn't you tell me in advance, I wasn't prepared at all."
Zhao Jie looked at her, "What do you want to prepare? Just bring yourself here."
Wei Luo asked, "Did you tell my dad about this?"
Zhao Jie nodded, otherwise Wei Kun would not have agreed to her going out today.
Wei Luo said "Oh" and blinked, complaining a bit, "They even measured my shoes... I've already filled half of the soles of my shoes, what a waste."
Zhao Jie looked at her a little curiously, and slowly raised a smile on his lips: "Will my Ah Luo still wear shoe soles?"
Of course, besides studying and planting flowers at home, Wei Luo naturally couldn't leave behind female celebrities. Daliang admires girls with ingenuity and dexterity, that is to say, not only must they be smart, but also be polite, and their embroidery work should not be too bad. Only when female celebrities do well, will they be valued by their mother-in-law and sister-in-law after they marry into their husband's family. It's just that Wei Luo doesn't like female celebrities very much, and she doesn't do much on weekdays. This time, she asked the fourth aunt for advice several times.
Wei Luo glanced at him with an expression of "there's a lot you don't know".
Her eyes are beautiful, round almond eyes, which seem to be angry, but in fact they look more like a baby. He squinted at him, his eyes were like hooks, hooking people's hearts and souls away.
Zhao Jie held her waist with one hand, leaned over and pecked lightly on her mouth: "Then change the mold again and make me a pair of shoes?"
Wei Luo opened her mouth, thinking that he really knows how to pick up ready-made cheap shoes. How can making shoes be so easy? If she didn't want to marry him, she wouldn't even make her own shoes.
Zhao Jie saw the reluctance on her face, clasped her tighter, and rubbed his chin on his cheek, "How about it?"
Wei Luo shook her head: "No, it takes too much time to make shoes, and I'm not good at it."
Zhao Jie chuckled, "No matter what you make, I will wear it every day."
Wei Luo cast a sideways glance at him in disbelief. He is a prince, and he is very particular about food and clothing. If she made a pair of straw sandals, would he also wear them? If Empress Chen saw him, she wouldn't think he was crazy.
Wei Luo didn't agree, so he could rub her cheek vigorously.
Zhao Jie stayed up all night yesterday because of the secret weapons in Changnan Mountain in Xuzhou, and this morning he contacted the people from Xiuchunju about Wei Luo's wedding dress. Stubble, itchy and painful when stuck on the face. Wei Luo's cheeks were delicate and smooth, like peeled eggs, how could she stand him rubbing against her like this? Wei Luo was no match for his strength, and she couldn't dodge it, she burst into tears in pain, and said, "I see, I'll do it for you...don't prick me, it hurts so much."
Only then did Zhao Jie let go of her, and kissed her on the cheek, "Baby, you are so good." Then he said: "In a few days, I will have someone deliver the shoe mold to you, and you can just do it."
Wei Luo was forced to submit by him, so she was naturally a little unconvinced, so she puffed her cheeks, stood on tiptoe and bit his chin hard.
It was half an hour before I came out of the private room.
Wei Luo's complexion was barely normal, and the redness on her face had faded a lot, but she was still a little uncomfortable. On the other hand, Zhao Jie behind her had a smile on his face, full of satisfaction. He must have eaten up the little girl in front of him. Even if he didn't make it to the last step, he had personally measured the size of her little Taoer with his hands and mouth. .
That body of skin was crystal clear, flawless, and smooth to the touch, but it was too fragile, and it always made people worry that they would ruin her by accident.
Wei Luo didn't even call "big brother" this time, and blushed, pointed to his nose and said, "Don't follow me."
Zhao Jie stood inside the door, smiled, and nodded obediently.
Wei Luo didn't want to be seen walking out of the same room with Zhao Jie, so she went out first, looked around, but retracted her foot just as she stepped out.
Two people walked out of the private room at the other end and walked towards the stairs. Before the other party saw Wei Luo, Wei Luo saw them first.
A man and a woman. The man is wearing a moon-white calamus-pattern solid gauze gold mending suit. He is not confused when he is over the age, and his temperament is elegant and dusty. When he smiles, he makes people feel like a spring breeze. The woman is a middle-aged beautiful woman, wearing a passionflower song brocade round-neck thong and a horse-faced skirt with lotus satin wrapped around branches, and a sambo satin cape with a crane and cloud pattern on the outside, which is elegant and dignified. atmosphere. Standing together, the two of them looked like a married couple in another world, and when viewed from a distance, they seemed to have an aura of detachment.
Wei Luo stopped in her tracks and stood behind the mullion door, the shyness in her eyes faded away, leaving only indifference.
Zhao Jie touched the top of her head, "Why are you back again?"
Wei Luo didn't speak. After a while, she walked out of the house again, and saw that the couple had already gone down the stairs and went outside.
The two are intimate and natural, like an old couple who have lived for many years.
Wei Luo stood behind the railing, quietly watching their backs, without any expression on his face.
Zhao Jie sensed that something was wrong with her, followed her gaze, and whispered a puzzled syllable.
At the entrance of the restaurant, Wei Kun walked in from the outside, apparently already knew about this place, and came here today even more prepared. Wei Kun bumped into two people head-on, and was stunned for a moment. His eyes stayed on the woman for a moment, and then he stared closely at the man beside her. Wei Luo could see it all.
Wei Kun had ordered people to inquire about this place long ago, knowing that she lived here, he hesitated for a long time, and finally couldn't help but come over to have a look.
Now that he has seen it, he would rather never live there.
Wei Kun looked at the woman in front of him, but couldn't complete a sentence: "You... you're back."
The woman's body was slightly stiff, and she nodded after a long time.
Wei Kun didn't know where to put his hands. He had thousands of words to say to her, but he didn't know which one to say first. Wei Kun focused on the man beside her, hesitated for a long time, and finally mustered up the courage to ask: "This...is it?"
"He is my husband, Fu Xingyun." The woman's voice was not loud, but there were few customers in the restaurant at this time, so Wei Luo could hear clearly even on the second floor. The woman paused, and then said: "We are married."
Wei Kun's figure swayed, and his face suddenly turned pale. It took a long time before he managed to regain his usual expression, trying to force a smile, but the corners of his mouth tugged and tugged, but he couldn't smile.
Wei Kun noticed the gaze from upstairs, looked up, met Wei Luo's cold eyes, and said in surprise, "Ah Luo..."
When the woman heard the sound, she also turned her head in shock and looked upstairs.
Wei Luo secretly clenched the armrest in her hand.
Wei Luo had seen that face in Wei Kun's study before. Wei Luo met her several times, once on the street, and once in the Daxiong Hall of Daci Temple. Wei Luo recognized her right away, this person was her mother Jiang Miaolan.