Senior Superstar

In a dream, what Li Shixin sees is segment by segment, just like a person's memories.

I can't remember the unimportant or trivial things. What I can remember are some very, very important things.

The dream scenes after the young man set off with the army are all relatively monotonous scenes of female celebrities.

After further observing the girl's tailoring skills, and feeling that I have almost mastered this set of skills, the dream changes again;

It seems that after a long time, the girl in the mirror has faded away from her charming face, and has become slim and graceful. However, a face that was too thin was not considered a beauty in the Tang Dynasty, where fat was considered beautiful.

It seems that the work of making clothes for the imperial concubine has been going on for several years.

At this time, the girl seemed to have gained some status in the palace. In addition to many people saluting and greeting her when she entered the palace, Li Shixin also saw her doing embroidery for several very gorgeous dragon robes.

Obviously, the girl at this time is already a famous player in Chang'an.

But one day, when she presented the latest clothes to the palace, what she saw was not the joy on the imperial concubine's face, but a sad one.

"Your Majesty, I have finished knitting the clothes."

"Put it there, you step back."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Cixiu."

"Your Majesty, I am here."

"You said, does An's rebellion have anything to do with me?"

"Why do you have to ask this?"

"The ministers said that it was my palace who messed up the court plan, which attracted the rebels and Shi Ni, who raised their swords to plot rebellion."

"My lady, don't blame me. In Yinu's opinion, my lady is just a girl. What's wrong with a woman being loved by her husband's family? What's wrong is that he abandoned farming and ruined his family business..."

"presumptuous!"

"Mother's atonement! I'm wrong!"

"...Forget it, you go down."

"yes."

"etc."

"Is there any other orders for your mother?"

"Make me the most beautiful set of white clothes. Maybe... I will need them in the future. Also, after the white clothes are made, you don't have to come here again."

Looking at the figure sitting alone on the couch, the girl bowed down.

"I know."

After the white clothes were made, the girl never entered the palace again.

But not long after, the rebel army broke into Chang'an, and the thief who heard that he used to dance Hu Xuanwu to please the emperor entered the palace.

There were more rioters on the move, and the girl asked about the news of the frontier army. She thought that the war had started, and the boy should be back.

The rebellious people said that the frontier army in Mobei had already returned to defense, and had already been defeated by the security thieves. The remaining part has been isolated by the 500,000 Tubo army, and I am afraid they will not be able to return.

In a trance, the girl heard the mob say regretfully that the magnificent woman was hanged to death in Maweipo. When he was dying, he was wearing a white shirt that looked like a cloud fairy.

In a trance, she didn't have time to feel sorry for a poor woman, because the village suffered a military disaster that night.

A family of sixteen died under the knife of bandit soldiers on a night when even the moon was red.

She is still alive, because when the general of the rebel army heard that she had made clothes for noble concubines and embroidered dragon robes for the emperor, he felt that he had found a bright road-the fat as a pig An thief was already planning to ascend the throne, but with him For my body type, dragon robes are not very easy to make.

The girl entered the palace again.

It's just that this time there is no imperial concubine with firm skin, standing in front of him is a big fat man who can't even stand up without anyone supporting him.

"I heard that you are good at making Chinese clothes?"

"Yes." Facing the fat man's question, the girl lowered her head, looked at the dried blood on her hands and replied in a low voice.

"The dragon robe that can be worn by someone, can you make it?"

"Yes. Your Majesty, although your body is a bit burly, it is not difficult for a slave to make a dragon robe that fits your majesty's figure and can show a nine-five-five aura."

"Okay!" The girl's obedience and the "Your Majesty" made the fat man happy, "I'll give you a month. If within one month, if you can't do the trick you mentioned, little baby, do you know what will happen to you?"

"Your Majesty will never be disappointed!"

"Put her down, and give her whatever material she wants."

...

The girl was locked in a dark palace.

Facing the various clothing materials she proposed, the Zhongguan was a little sullen, "Why do you need so many things? Hundreds of beads, ten thousand feet of silk thread... This... how come there are green clothing materials for women's weddings? Also, your family What is the use of the Drunken Immortal?"

"Your Majesty said, I will give you whatever you want. You'd better get ready quickly, otherwise the preparation of the dragon robe will be delayed. How many heads do you have?"

Under the threat of the girl, everything was done.

In less than a month, two sets of clothes were made.

One set is an oversized, majestic black dragon robe.

The other set is a green dress that looks like a weeping willow with silk ribbons—red and green, which is exactly the wedding dress of the daughter when she gets married.

Fatty An appeared in front of the girl again. He was overjoyed to see the lifelike tuanlong in the wide dragon robe, which looked like a tuanlong lying on his chest and roaring.

"Your Majesty, this dragon robe is spun from silk and gold thread. The dragon on the chest is made of nine feet long silk thread and five hundred pearls of different sizes."

"Wonderful! Very wonderful!"

"Your Majesty, it's not the best place to look at."

"Oh? Is there anything more important here?"

"That's true. Your Majesty, the method of making this dragon robe is a secret method passed down from my ancestors. It is said that if you stand on the high pavilion when the sun rises in the early morning. The dragon on your chest bathes in the rising sun, wearing this dress The dragon spirit will appear on the body of the person."

"Is there such a miracle?!" The fat man showed a complicated smile, and he seemed to have found a way to let the world recognize this accident.

"That's right, it's just that there must be a descendant of my Xu family, and it's best to be a virgin with a green wedding dress to match."

"Okay!" Fatty smiled slightly, "If the dragon aura doesn't show...do you know what the consequences will be?"

"Your Majesty, I dare not play with my own life!"

Seeing the girl kneeling at her feet shaking like chaff, the fat man nodded in satisfaction.

The next day, before dawn, An Lushan put on the majestic black dragon robe.

That dragon robe is really majestic.

Wearing it on Fatty An's body, he looked thinner, and every subordinate praised it, saying that the general might be born to wear a dragon robe.

Otherwise, why does it look so bloated in other clothes, but this dragon robe is so majestic?

The fat man, who was in a good mood, laughed, and was supported by the girl who had changed into a green shirt and wore the most gorgeous gold ornaments on her head, and slowly climbed up the high pavilion——all the people in the city were summoned to watch This dragon spirit appeared.

When the fat man stood on the high pavilion, the sky was already pale.

The first ray of sunlight slowly projected from the side of the mountain, seeing that the dragon spirit that the girl said did not appear on his body, he frowned.

"Where is the dragon energy?"

The girl blinked her eyes, and said ah: "Your Majesty, the slave forgot to cut off a piece of thread on this dragon. The dragon's beard is messed up, how can it show the dragon's aura? The slave will do it for you right away..."

"Hurry up, hurry up!" Seeing the first ray of sunlight was about to pass, the fat man became anxious.

The girl squatted in front of the fat man, and tightly tied the invisible filament on the dragon robe to her finger, and tied it tightly.

Then, in the first ray of sunlight shining into Chang'an City, he lightly jumped from the high pavilion.

Following the falling figure like a flying fairy, a thin thread pulled the tuanlong on the dragon robe and fell down together.

Fatty's eyes widened, watching the dragon embroidered with pearls on his chest collapse little by little, and the whole dragon robe was also torn apart. He also widened his eyes, looking at the falling girl and mocking him.

With a muffled sound.

Gao Your Excellency, a pool of gorgeous blood flowers bloomed.

The Drunken Immortal was rolling on the ground, the veil on his face was swept away by the wind. Another deep scar was added to its face, but it swayed stubbornly in front of a group of rebel generals, and never lay down.

As the drunken fairy swayed, the people in the city who were forced by the rebellious army to watch the Dragon Qi, looked at the fat man in shorts on the high pavilion at the top of the city, and let out loud laughter...

With the first ray of sunshine in the morning, Li Shixin finally woke up from his dream.

drop.

[Lost Tailoring Technique] The dream training is completed, and the skills have been fully mastered.

Rubbing his neck, which was sore from sleeping in an improper position, Li Shixin grinned when he heard the notification sound in his ear.

Looking at the skill description "In the long river of history, who can remember a person who was accompanied by scissors and a tape measure?", Li Shixin silently turned off the system panel.

There was no watch in the homestay. Looking at the sky outside the window, Li Shixin turned on his phone.

Seeing that it was only 5:30, old thief Li felt a bit pained.

Oh shit,

I thought it was a erotic dream that could make people stand up.

Just as he was recalling the tailoring skills in his dream, the information on his phone popped out crackling.

Open it up and see that it's all private messages sent by Dou Shou leeks;

"I'm begging for a sequel to "Mobei"! Mr. Li, it would be nice to have a series of advertisements for us!"

"Sixteen-minute short video, Xinye, you are cheating! After the finale last night, I watched it over and over again, and I watched several series of commercials by the way! I begging for a follow-up or series! "

"Mo Dan, last night's finale made me cry blind. Lord Xin, you have to pay! Just pay us for a sequel!"

"..."

Facing a group of leeks who were acting as monsters in his fighting account, Li Shixin smiled faintly.

Looking at the announcement of the official start of the fighting video popularity contest that popped up on the phone, and then thought of An Xiaoxiao who came here with a bun face last night to ask for a belt.

Li Shixin narrowed his eyes and hummed.

Since leeks want it so much...

That old man will treat you well.

Hey hey.

PS: Thanks to the leader of the Great Demon King for the reward! mwah!