The girl hurried to report it. As soon as Zhao Lan heard about the old man, he immediately thought of Hu Changlin. He hurried out of the house and saw Hu Changlin standing at the courtyard gate.
"Brother Hu, what are you doing? Come in!"
The two of them sat in the small hall, their complexions were not normal. They had already liked each other, but they didn't dare to say it because of the face, and they all understood in their hearts.
Hu Changlin is not a good talker at all. After holding back for a long time, he suffocated a sentence: "I haven't seen it recently, but it's okay? Is it a habit to live here?"
Zhao Lan blushed and smiled: "I'm fine, but I don't know how you are used to living in the palace? I heard that the minions in the palace are different from other places. "
Hu Changlin waved his hand: "No, no, I dare not say anything else, but the people that Feng'er arranged for me are all top-notch ones. Besides, a rough person like me who lives in a house and has food to eat is fine. I don't care about anything else."
Zhao Lan nodded and did not speak in silence. After a long while, she tweaked and said: "I, I made a blue dress, thinking that you wear it properly, so I bought it and did it."
Hu Changlin looked happy and hurriedly asked, "Is it done?"
Zhao Lan nodded again, her face even more reddish: "Well, it's almost there."
Hu Changlin was happy like a child, smiling with folds, rubbing his hands and rubbing, "Then, then, can I try?"
Zhao Lan was about to get up and fetch it, and the girl on the side hurriedly said, "Madam, just sit down, and the servants will come."
Although she has lived in this oriental house for a while, she is still not accustomed to letting others do everything. She prefers to do things by herself, do something within her capacity, and can also move her muscles and bones by the way. Sitting like this all day long, she sits on her back and back. It's hard.
The maid quickly took the clothes. Zhao Lan’s craftsmanship was already very good. In addition, she learned some new patterns in Kyoto these days, and the robes she made were much better than the fashionable styles in the ready-to-wear shops.
Zhao Lan took the gown handed over by the maid and got up to put on Hu Changlin.
This color really matched him, only his waist seemed to be a little bigger.
Zhao Lan said: "Take it off, I'll change it again."
Hu Changlin refused to take it off, "Forget it, I think it's good, don't change it, just wear it like this."
"Don't, the waist is bigger here, I change it again, it will definitely fit better."
After all, I haven't measured it. It's all based on memory. It's not bad to be able to do this.
Hu Changlin said that he would not take off anything, but he wanted to wear it: "I like this looser one. If I don't take it off, I just wear it back."
Zhao Lan's face became more and more red, and she lowered her head, muttering in a low voice: "You are like this, you are like this, they will laugh at us when they see it."
Hu Changlin shook his head: "No, those children are looking forward to our good, how can they laugh at us."
He looked at Zhao Lan in front of him, and somehow he had courage. The blood boiled suddenly, and he didn't feel nervous anymore. He didn't speak too much, and said directly: "Zhao Lan, let's get married."
These days, the days when he was separated from Zhao Lan, he wanted to see her every day. The feeling that he had only experienced when he was young has reappeared.
This sentence was not a temporary impulse. It was because he thought about it for a long time and even discussed it with Hu Feng. Hu Feng agreed with him, saying that no matter what outsiders say, as long as he likes it and as long as he can be happy, he will unconditionally support it.
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That's all for today, see you tomorrow!