Chapter 541 Weaver

Practice for one year

Dongfu boundary

Listening to what Murong Qin said, Jiang Lin felt that his fragile heart was deeply hit

Jiang Lin knew that Murong Qin was highly talented, after all, he had a good eye for recruiting apprentices.

But this is probably too exaggerated.

How many years did it take me to cultivate to the cave state?

Seems like it took eight years.

As for Xiaoqin, it only took one year

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Jiang Lin was a little skeptical about life. Although many people said that he was a genius, Jiang Lin found that he seemed to be the best one...

"Senior, I'm sorry"

Looking at Jiang Lin's "dull" appearance, Murong Qin, who thought that the senior was indeed disappointed in him, lowered his head even deeper, his eyes full of self-blame.

"Stupid girl, what are you talking about." Jiang Lin scratched the tip of her nose, "What's so sorry about that, it's unimaginable to reach the cave state in a year, and it's too late for me to be happy for you as a teacher."

"Eh? Really? Senior is really not disappointed in Xiaoqin?" The girl's eyes sparkled with joy.

"Really, but Xiaoqin should not covet the speed of practice too much, it is more important to lay a solid foundation."

"Yeah! Xiaoqin understands." The girl who had already turned into a young girl nodded, "By the way, senior, mother said that the meal is ready, let senior stay for dinner."

"Um?"

Just when Jiang Lin was wondering, a woman had already walked in at the entrance of the yard, bowing dignifiedly to Jiang Lin:

"Long time no see, son."

"Long time no see, madam."

Jiang Lin made a salute.

"Young master, can you stay for dinner?" Mrs. Murong asked with a smile.

"This..." Jiang Lin's eyes showed a little bit of embarrassment.

"Why, is the young master afraid that there will be many disputes in front of my widow?"

"Why, then disturb Madam."

In the end, Jiang Lin stayed and had dinner with the Murong mother and daughter.

The dishes are all made by Mrs. Murong herself. Although the taste is not that amazing, it is definitely outstanding.

And more importantly, in Mrs. Murong's dishes, Jiang Lin felt a kind of fireworks, which Jiang Lin hadn't experienced for a long time.

The content of the conversation at the dinner table was nothing more than a year's pleasantries.

Over the past year, Murong Mansion's business in Yaodu has been getting better and better. Under Mrs. Murong's care, everything is in order.

Especially Mrs. Murong's weaving skills, Jiang Lin only now knows that Mrs. Murong's skills are already well-known in the Demon City.

All kinds of noble ladies in the demon capital can't get a single piece of Mrs. Murong's weaving clothes that they want to ask for. Everything is based on first-come, first-served, and no amount of money will do.

Moreover, after Mrs. Murong knits one piece of clothing for someone, she won't knit a second one for the same person. Similarly, no matter how much money is given, it won't work.

This kind of agreement of "making money but not making money" is indeed a bit strange, but it has even made Mrs. Murong famous, and even faintly has the title of "Weaver".

And this year, Mrs. Murong also often entered the palace of the Demon City, but she did not follow Jiang Lin's advice when she left a year ago, relying on the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom to live a comfortable and stable life.

Mrs. Murong's imperial palace in the demon capital is for weaving clothes first, for Nian Nian and Qing Lian's clothes, after weaving, it is for sending clothes.

The other is to accompany Niannian.

During Jiang Lin's absence, Mrs. Murong would visit Nian Nian every few days, and Murong Qin would play with Nian Nian when she was not practicing, just like sisters.

"Don't you ask me how my uncle died?"

Madam Murong added a chopstick dish for Jiang Lin, and said slowly.

"I've already found out from Miss Xiaolan that he fell to his death after drinking." Jiang Lin took a bite of his meal, "Well, I feel pretty miserable."

Listening to Jiang Lin's words, there was a complex expression in Mrs. Murong's eyes, but it only passed in a flash.

"Indeed, the concubine's uncle is really unlucky." Mrs. Murong said with emotion, which also put an end to this topic.

After the meal, Jiang Lin bid farewell and left, and Mrs. Murong didn't want to stay any longer.

After all, it's not good to stay for dinner. It's really unreasonable to stay longer.

"Thank you Madam for your concern for Niannian. Niannian and Qinglian both like the dress Madam made."

"I also like them very much." Mrs. Murong bowed, "I'm afraid I won't be able to keep Young Master anymore."

Jiang Lin bowed his farewell, and Yu Jian left.

After Jiang Lin disappeared into the starry sky, Mrs. Murong and Xiao Qin slowly looked away.

After saying goodbye to her mother, Xiaoqin went to the room to meditate on Mingwu Jianxin, while Mrs. Murong continued to sit in the courtyard, leaving the maid.

The evening wind blew the courtyard, and the leaves of the cypress trees in the courtyard rustled. Mrs. Murong poured cup after cup of green tea for herself.

And when Mrs. Murong poured herself a cup of tea, a graceful woman was reflected in the emerald green tea.

The woman sat in front of her and poured herself a cup of tea "very bluntly". After drinking it all, Wu Susu looked at her and said slowly:

"Aren't you going to knit him a dress?"

Mrs. Murong shook her head, or the woman called "Weaver" slowly said: "I knit clothes for people, and I only knit one piece."

"I know, after all, that's how your rules were thousands of years ago." Wu Susu looked into her eyes, "Have you already woven for the young master?"

Zhi Niang shook her head: "Not really."

"Oh?" Wu Susu felt a little surprised.

"I don't know which one to weave." As if recalling Jiang Lin's various postures, Zhiniang said softly, "I don't know if weaving the Confucian green shirt or the swordsman gown is more suitable."

"But now, maybe it's different, I seem to know what to do."

"I guess, neither of the two clothes." Wu Susu smiled. When she put down the teacup, her avatar had turned into thousands of dancing butterflies and scattered, and the voice was slowly spreading in the courtyard. Gone with the wind.

"really."

After Wu Susu left, Mrs. Murong shook her head, picked up the needle and thread in her hand, and sewed stitch by stitch, her hands didn't look like Confucian green shirts or swordsmen's gowns.

It looks like the open gold collar of the emperor's robe.

Two thousand years ago, there were thousands of great monsters under the Twelve Thrones, and one of them was very strange because she was a human race.

Not a mixed race, a real human race.

She traveled through mountains and rivers, weaving for many people.

Because of one's own mood, weaving depends on people, regardless of high or low.

Weaving only one piece for the same person, without exception.

Although the workmanship of the clothes she spun was second to none, some were beautiful and some were ugly.

But whether it looks good or not, no matter how annoying the person who collects it is, they will wear it one day.