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Shen Jiayu turned around and gave Song Qinghong a big smile.

She was in a good mood to begin with, but her joy didn't show on her face.

After some explanation, the depressed Song Qinghong looked much better.

She scolded: "Don't hide it from me in the future!"

The two people who were scolded immediately nodded vigorously like chicks pecking at rice, and they would talk about the future later.

After the conversation, the Prime Minister's Mansion returned to its former normal state.

Things are getting busy now. The wedding date is in early August. Shen Jiayu is nominally the daughter of the Prime Minister, so they have to prepare wedding supplies for her and naturally a generous dowry for her.

At Song Qinghong's strong request, the couple agreed to prepare the same dowry for Shen Jiayu as for her.

The Prime Minister's wife sat in the upper seat and said softly, "I will ask the maid to prepare Jiayu's dowry, but there is another dowry that needs to be taken with you, which mother cannot prepare. You are not married yet, so you don't know about this. When a woman gets married, she needs to embroider the mandarin ducks on her head cover herself."

Song Qinghong was in a dilemma because Shen Jiayu was a man of the world and knew nothing about needlework.

This matter cannot be delegated to others, so I can only help her to make up for it. There is still more than half a month until the beginning of August, so there is still enough time to learn simple embroidery methods.

"Mother, leave this matter to me. I will teach Jiayu."

"Okay, then go quickly, time is running out." The Prime Minister's wife waved her hand.

If you want to embroider a perfect red veil for a wedding, this amount of time is not enough, as long as it looks decent enough.

Song Qinghong retreated, asked for some needles and thread from the warehouse, and went straight to Shen Jiayu's yard.

At this time, Shen Jiayu took off her makeup, tied her hair casually with a wooden hairpin, and practiced martial arts in the room in casual clothes.

Ever since she knew her identity was exposed, Shen Jiayu started practicing martial arts at night, and no one was allowed to enter her room without her permission.

After being able to practice martial arts completely, her martial arts skills improved a lot.

"Jiayu, can I come in?"

Song Qinghong was standing outside the door, and Luqi was accompanying her with needle and thread.

"Wait a moment." Shen Jiayu quickly retracted his strength, calmed his mind, and opened the door.

Seeing the needle and thread in Luqi's hand, she asked in confusion, "Are you coming to my yard to do needlework?"

Song Qinghong smiled mysteriously and answered ambiguously, "Yes and no."

"what?"

"This is for you. I'll teach you needlework. When you get married, you'll need to embroider a red veil for yourself."

Shen Jiayu:? ? ?

Why is there such a rule?

"Can I not embroider it? This red veil with nothing on it is pretty good, so festive!"

Shen Jiayu tried to escape this disaster, but unfortunately Song Qinghong was so focused on preparing for her marriage that she would not agree to her request.

"Nonsense, this is your wedding, you are marrying the person you love, you must embroider it. If you don't know how to do it, I will teach you. You are so smart, you will definitely be able to learn it. I will teach you something simple, and you can finish it quickly."

Shen Jiayu screamed in his heart, let me go!

Concubines can't do it!

After all, it was what she said that hurt me, so I had to go ahead with it regardless of the consequences. I didn't know what was going on with Wen Xiangzhu, and whether there were a lot of rules there as well.

Her worries were unnecessary.

Everything was fine on Wen Xiangzhu's side, and receiving this decree was within his plan.

Qi Rui was not surprised when he found out, he was just a little angry. He didn't expect that Emperor Jing'an was so concerned about the affairs of the Prime Minister's Mansion and knew everything.

The plan to use the incident with Wen Xiangzhu to attack the Prime Minister's Mansion in the future was ruined.

Qi Rui was not worried about the wedding. According to the etiquette, he asked the treasury to allocate him a sum of money and let Wen Xiangzhu take care of it himself.

As for how it can be done, it has nothing to do with him.

Wen Xiangzhu spent the day with money to buy things for the wedding, and only Zhao Ji and Ling Feng were with him.

The courtyard looks brand new, decorated with lights and looks very festive.

Wave after wave of festive items were bought and placed in the room, creating a wedding room.

It is called a wedding room, but actually it is Shen Jiayu's room. Wen Xiangzhu's room remains the same as before and has not been moved at all.

They all knew clearly that this marriage was planned by Wen Xiangzhu, and most of them didn't care.

Only those who have a good relationship with Shen Jiayu are happy.

By the end of July, all the items in the courtyard were ready, and all the neighbors knew that Wen Xiangzhu was going to get married.

During this period, Wen Xiangzhu recalled several of the people who had been sent out. To outsiders, it seemed that this courtyard needed more people, so he bought a few people back.

These people were originally sent to other places in Ningyuan City and have now been transferred back.

By the way, it also brought a lot of useful information.

Shen Jiayu, on the other hand, was having a headache. In more than half a month, the needle holes on his hands were more numerous than the ants in an ant nest.

This delicate work is impossible to do at all.

"Sister, please forgive me. This is the best I can embroider the eyes. I think they look good." Shen Jiayu lay on the table and begged for mercy to the extremely strict Song Qinghong.

It’s not that Song Qinghong is strict, but Shen Jiayu’s embroidery is really bad.

She couldn't look straight at all.

"No, it doesn't look good. Let's take it apart and then embroider it more finely. Luqi, you take it apart and I'll teach Jiayu."

It's not just bad looking, it's simply ugly, and Song Qinghong could only say it euphemistically.

Then she gave the red veil that Shen Jiayu thought she had embroidered to Luqi, and then took out the pink handkerchief that was used for practice and demonstrated in front of Shen Jiayu, teaching her step by step.

Shen Jiayu listened resignedly.

When she heard Song Qinghong say that she would accompany her to practice and embroider the red veil together, she was a little surprised.

She had a little plan in mind. She thought that if her embroidery was unsightly, she would wait until Song Qinghong finished hers and then secretly use hers.

As a result, Song Qinghong seemed to see through her little thoughts and held a pink handkerchief, which did not match her red veil at all.

I did sneak out to buy an embroidered one.

But there were no embroidered red veils in Kyoto, and she was even persuaded by the shopkeeper.

Otherwise she wouldn't be so depressed.

This embroidery lasted from morning to night. After Shen Jiayu embroidered the last stitch, she had no more energy left.

"The embroidery is done, what do you think now?" Shen Jiayu smiled.

Song Qinghong and Luqi took a closer look and nodded with a slight hint of satisfaction.

At least they are not like the mandarin ducks with crooked eyes, slanted mouth and rolling eyes like in the past few days.

Although they now look more like pheasants than mandarin ducks, in order not to upset Shen Jiayu, they kindly chose not to say anything.

"Okay, go to bed early. I will go back to my yard to rest today and won't disturb you." Song Qinghong stood up and said.

She has been living here all this time, and she can't bear to leave Shen Jiayu.

Shen Jiayu grabbed Song Qinghong.

"It's the last night, let's sleep together." Shen Jiayu felt sad and reluctant.