Senior Superstar

In the dream, Li Shixin returned to the girl's perspective again.

In the cold spring, Huaqing Pool is bathed, and the hot spring water cleanses and condenses fat.

Even Li Shixin had experienced many battles in his previous life and was baptized by all kinds of action movies in Europe and America, but he still couldn't help feeling agitated when he saw the imperial concubine in a light gauze.

Beauty, sometimes it is really not in the shape, but in the temperament.

At this time, the girl moved away the hands that were measuring the fat, and spoke.

"My lord, it's all right."

"Don't you need to measure it carefully?" The nobleman in the hot spring frowned when he saw the girl who bowed to offer the measuring tape again.

"My lord, my skill is based on the mind rather than the shape. The figure of the lord is already in the heart of the slave."

"Oh? Your craft sounds interesting. Then I ordered someone to find you a place in the palace. If you need any tools and fabrics, you can make it easier for the ladies."

"If you are a nobleman, I'd better go back home. The tools are easier to use."

"What about the materials, the materials in the palace are all tributes from Pan Guo, the capital of each state, so you probably don't have any in your family."

"My lord, whether the clothes are well made or whether they look good on the clothes is not about the material."

"What's that?"

"This one, of course, is due to the female craftsman's handiwork. The second...is to be seen by someone. Then if the person looking at you likes you, it's a new dress made of coarse linen, and he will be delighted to see it."

"You girl, what a clever mouth! Hehe, that's good. Then I'll wait for your care. I hope your hands are more clever than your mouth."

The beauty in the warm pool gave a charming smile, and then the maid presented a large bathrobe, covering the stunning spring.

Then, the perspective changes to a daughter's boudoir.

The distant mountains and green bamboos can be seen outside the boudoir, it does not seem to be in Chang'an City.

Different from other boudoirs, the room is covered with various fabrics and gauzes. In front of the boudoir bed, a large cutting table makes this place look more like a workshop.

A pair of plain hands picked up the scissors whose handles were wrapped with red cloth, and cut the gauze that was more than two feet away in a smooth and smooth manner.

There are no feet, no clothes, only a shape in my mind.

The layers are obviously cut by scissors, but they are slowly stacked together like a natural gauze. With a pair of dexterous plain hands, the silver needles wearing silk threads are interspersed and hooked horizontally, just like creating an ink painting. A little bit of charm...

One night passed.

When the sun shone into the boudoir, on the hanger in front of the girl, a set of attire like a fairy in Tiangong appeared;

A light blue tunic with large sleeves like weeping willows.

Pleated pleats hang down like a jacket of a mountain waterfall.

Put it on your shoulders, even in a windless room, it will sway gently, like a streamer of light clouds in the sky...

Seeing her handicraft, the girl yawned greatly.

...

"Cixiu, do you know what Saburo said when he saw the suit of clothes you made for me today?"

"I don't know..."

"Sanlang said, the clothes I'm wearing are not clothes, but the green mountains and rivers in the south of the Yangtze River, and the weeping willows and clouds."

"The sage...does he like it?"

"Of course I like it. He also specially announced that Daoxuan came to do a secondary painting for this palace. Even after Daoxuan sketched it out, everyone said that this painting not only has people, but also has the meaning of mountains and rivers."

"That would be great!"

"Cixiu, your craftsmanship is very good. But I can't reward you with gold and silver and give you an official salary."

"Ah? Why, ma'am?"

"You are too young. The elders in the family have served Empress Wu. Too much fame may not be a good thing for you."

"oh……"

Seeing the girl's disappointed expression, the woman who seemed to have stepped out of a painting smiled slightly, "But I can promise you one thing. What do you want most now? I can give it to you."

"Then, how about I want a drunken fairy?" Note*

"Why do you want this thing?"

"I grew up outside Chang'an City. My father and mother only let me practice female red at home. I am not afraid of my mother's jokes. This time I heard that Xuan entered the palace, and this is the first time I have returned to Chang'an City! It is so interesting here, even the The Drunken Immortals from the street stalls are even more refined than the ones used by the old people in Zhuangzi to persuade them to drink! I want to bring one back, so I can make my sisters' eyes red!"

"What a ghostly girl. If that's the case, I promise you."

...

Chang'an, on the street.

The owner of the angle of view is holding an exquisite drunken fairy, jumping happily.

Compared with the paper-stuffed tumblers that look like drunks on the market, this one in my hand is so delicate. Looking at it, it seems to be a tribute from Pandi. The delicate walnut wood is carved in the shape of an orchid.

Just as the girl was putting all her attention on the plaything in her hand, she bumped into a figure that suddenly appeared in front of her.

Panicked, Zui Zui Xian fell to the ground. A dent suddenly appeared on the beautiful Drunken Immortal's face.

"You bastard, don't you look at people when you walk? You suddenly burst out! Oops! My Drunken Catcher! You pay my Drunken Catcher!"

After being bumped by a girl, a staggering young man was scolded all over his head and face, and became angry: "Little lady has bright eyes and bright teeth, why do you speak dog language in broad daylight?"

Hahaha!

The surrounding crowd burst into laughter.

Seeing that her beloved Zui Zui Xian was broken, and hearing the ridicule from the people around her, the girl squatted down on the ground in anger, and carefully picked up Zui Zui Xian with her face bared.

Tears fell down.

"Oh? Little lady, don't cry! Wasn't it pretty amazing just now... Don't cry, I'll pay you!"

From the perspective, a young man with a dark face came over in a panic.

"This is a reward from the nobles in the palace. What compensation do you get?" The girl looked at the boy in rough clothes who was squatting in front of her, and waved her hands: "Go!"

Hearing this, the young man's face showed stubbornness, and he snatched the drunken fairy from the girl's hand: "A man, a man with a word of faith can go all over the world. Don't say it is a reward from the nobles in the palace, or it is a gift from the heavenly palace." What about the items? If I say I will compensate you, I will definitely compensate you!"

"Confidence and ambition!"

"Good sir!"

The spectators around saw the young man's heart and cheered.

The perspective changed again.

The sun has set to the west.

Looking at the ugly red paint on her face in her hand, she is not as good as the uncultivated Drunken Immortal, the girl's perspective was blurred by tears.

"Hey hey hey hey, don't cry!"

On the opposite side, the young man with red paint on his hands and face was numb.

He grinned and thought for a long time before patting his head.

He picked up the corner of his clothes and wanted to tear it off, but hesitated when he saw the coarse cloth. Then, without any explanation, he picked up the corner of the girl's skirt, and tore off the top layer of gauze with a "chick".

Then, it wrapped around the face of the Drunken Immortal, and made an unknown face scarf.

"This drunken fairy is an orchid! Since he is an orchid, how can he not wear a veil? Here! Look, it looks much better this way!"

Seeing the masked Zuzuixian, and seeing her skirt with a big hole torn out, the girl finally broke down.

"Wow!"

Seeing the girl bursting into tears, the boy was completely stunned...

...

On the way out of town.

Holding the Zuzuixian in her hand, the girl looked at the two bunches of candied haws in her hand, and snorted heavily;

"You are quite sincere. But these two bunches of candied haws are not worth the price of my Drunken Immortal. Don't think that this girl will forgive you so easily!"

"Then what else do you want? My last two pennies are all for you to buy candied haws!"

"In the future, I still have to go to the palace to be a female celebrity for noble people. As long as I come to Chang'an, you will offer me candied haws!"

"Ah?! How long will it take to finish?"

"Well... let's talk about it after I have eaten enough!"

Hearing the deadline given by the girl, and seeing her eating the candied haws with syrup all over her face, the young man showed a bitter expression.

"Ah,"

Seeing the boy's appearance, the girl curled her lips and smiled: "Does your heart hurt? I haven't paid you for my skirt yet!"

"No, no! Isn't it just candied haws! I will wrap it on me from now on!"

The boy quickly puffed up his chest and patted him hard.

With his other hand, he quietly touched the shriveled money bag.

PS: I didn’t finish writing last night. Sweat, note: The tumbler was transformed from the “Drunken Immortal” in the Tang Dynasty. a tool. Carve a human figure with wood or paper paste, the upper part is thin and the lower part is thick. When drinking, people sit around the table, put the "drunken fairy" on a plate and place it in the middle of the table, and the elders start to twist it with their hands to make it rotate. Everyone will drink, and then the drinker will turn around, and so on, until you have fun.