Halfway there, Qin Yuan remembered that there was something she hadn't told Lord Gu.
I don't know what's wrong with him, he's been acting strangely in waves.
It made her uncomfortable and delayed her important business.
Qin Yuan angrily gripped the edge of the fan, wishing she could beat up this annoying guy to vent her anger.
Back at Wutongyuan, the headmistresses and other managers came to report and collect supplies as usual.
Qin Yuan didn't put in too much effort.
These matters all have established regulations; you can simply follow the instructions.
After everything was taken care of, Gu Shiliu came again, smiling as he handed Qin Yuan a box, saying, "Madam, this was sent by the Marquis. He said that it wouldn't be right for you to wear a servant's clothes. These are all clothes that the Marquis used to wear. If you feel comfortable wearing them, then please wear these. The fabric should also be of better quality."
Before Hongye took over Gu Jinghui's clothes, Gu Shiliu was in charge of them.
It's quite something that he dug out all his old clothes.
Songjiang cloth is readily available, and the servant's clothes also need embroidery. As long as the stitches are tight and the cut is appropriate, it will be fine.
The Marquis looked through several more pieces, but none of them were the same. So he had his head maid take the one that had been scented with medicinal fragrance, and then changed out to go find Doctor Li.
Gu Shiliu smiled and agreed.
Who is that person?
I found another one, and it was the same.
He was surrounded by servants and rarely had to do things himself.
You all saw what kind of person Cuiming is back then. If she kept those things to herself, she would have let others arrange them.
He Cong also came over to take a closer look and said, "It looks like it was worn out and was very badly stored away."
Some people have brought over folk remedies and medicine packets.
Qin Jijiu said that his parents have been sleeping poorly because they are worried about us, and Qin Heng has also been constantly talking about it. The humble Jijiu hopes we can live a peaceful life, and if there's anything we need help with, just let us know, and the Qin family will definitely help.
As long as no one is asking bad questions or studying badly, the sycophant will always be thinking about urging people to study hard.
Even Gu Jinghui's subordinate generals didn't bother to ask me for a talisman to ward off illness and evil spirits at the Jokhang Temple.
The Marquis picked up a few bites of food, looked at Gu Jinghui who was engrossed in eating, and said, "How has Cuiming been interfering in Eighth Brother's affairs since then? What happened that time..."
The Fourth Princess also sent a letter, expressing her concern for Gu Jinghui's safety. She hoped that Gu Jinghui, as a pillar of the nation, would prioritize the country and protect his own health, as the Xiaoxing Dynasty could never have a general as brilliant as Gu Jinghui.
Based on my father's habits, he would probably have missed that piece.
Qin Yuan then opened the box and saw that it contained several shirts made of Songjiang cloth that Gu Jinghui had worn. She picked one out and held it up in front of the mirror, but it wasn't very long.
The Marquis set the letter aside.
Qin Yuan pouted and said, "It's all your fault, you even thought of asking the sewing room to make some women's clothes for my eldest sister. You should go find Mother Li, you naughty girl, why wear other people's clothes?"
He Cong smiled.
Lord Gu said, "It's all Eighth Brother's fault. He insisted on dragging you to see my new poetry collection. You scolded me yesterday and told me to go see Eighth Brother's wife and children. I wandered around inside for half a day and came back very angry. I know what happened."
He Congzhi looked apologetic.
However, the Marquis was too lazy to care about our affairs and didn't pay much attention to them.
"How so?"
His admiration was obvious.
But judging from the way the eldest sister looks, it seems like she does mind.
The Marquis raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"
The Marquis flipped to the front before he saw the shopkeeper's letter.
Just as he was about to open it, He Congzhi arrived.
Lord Gu had not yet arrived, so the lord sat at the table and opened the box.
Gu Jinghui was quite popular with the princess.
Gu Jinghui washed his hands and said, "You haven't sent anyone to the northern frontier to deliver the message he mentioned today. There might be no news for half a year, or at least eight months if things go slowly."
Qin Yuan called him back and instructed, "What would you like to eat for lunch, my lord? Have someone pass on a message to either Hongye or Cuiming."
By noon, when the Marquis returned, Qin Yuan still hadn't had the old women in the sewing room work together to finish a single garment.
The others were not people who had no dealings with the Marquis of Dingbei's family; the letters they sent were mostly filled with words of worry, concern, and prayers.
But Gu Jinghui said that even though I was a little younger, I had been served by maids.
Hongye quietly asked Qin Yuan, "Should we ask Gu Shiba about that matter?"
Hongye nodded and said, "That's true. It's not that it's nothing, but it's all old news from many years ago. If you mind, elder sister, you should mind going to that place."
You've been through it all; you understand the thoughts behind a man sewing clothes for his beloved.
At the end of the letter, the author also urged Gu Jinghui not to forget to study, saying that it would be a bad thing to read less while he was free.
Qin Yuan paused for a moment, then said, "Okay, you can put it here for now."
The Qin family also returned a letter, which was written by my father.
The head maidservant brought back a copper basin and asked Cuiming to wash her hands with the medicinal soup.
Gu Jinghui pulled you to a seat and said, "Oh no, we must tell him to eat slowly, the food is getting cold."
"If Gu Shiba knew about that matter, would he still have chosen the clothes to annoy my eldest sister? If He Cong cared about that person, would he have kept the clothes in a bad place, mixed them with special clothes, and let Gu Shiba choose them?"
The food was laid out on the table, and Qin Yuan also ironed the clothes so that the Marquis could wear them when he woke up from his afternoon nap.
Father's old problem relapsed, but that was only because He Congzhi didn't try to cater to it.
The Marquis examined the stitches and found a large lion and the character "Hui" embroidered in fine thread at the corner of the garment. He thought to himself, "That must be a garment sewn by someone without a heart."
Qin Yuan snorted through her nose and then chimed in.
The Marquis said, "If there is no news, He Cong will also tell you, because you also want to know whether his guess was right or wrong."
Gu Shiliu walked to the window.
The Marquis said, "It's alright. It's summer now, and it's too cold to eat here."
He Cong said, "I guess Gu Shiba was also vague, saying that He Cong had something to do with his heart."
In the sweltering summer of Beijing, clothes that have been washed and laid out to dry will still be damp after an hour.
It's not surprising that the letter didn't mention Qin Wan and Lin Ziqi.
Gu Jinghui was so short that he was probably shorter than the Marquis when he was a teenager. All things considered, those clothes must have been at least ten years old.
Hongye gave him a thumbs up and said, "He was really efficient today."
He Cong frowned, thinking to himself, could she be the personal maid who will serve Gu Jinghui in the future?
Yesterday, many people were inspired by Princess Fuyun and lost many things in the mansion. Letters, books, and medicine packets were all missing.
There are so many different kinds of things to see, it gets tiring if you don't look at them all.
Hongye chuckled and then put the matter aside.
"Yuan'er, you're late. Is the food cold?"
Hongye asked in surprise, "I wonder how many years ago these clothes belonged to the Marquis?"
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