Tailor Li's wife, Sister-in-law Li, took Yun Nuer's dress over and used scissors and needles to remove the edges. Yun Nuer looked at Fang Jinshi and asked Sister-in-law Li, "Sister-in-law Li, how long will it take?" "Sister-in-law Li said: "Soon, soon. This article was first published by..."
Fang Jinshi saw that Sister-in-law Li was taking the demolition very slowly. Her little daughter was crying in the attic again. Sister-in-law Li wanted to go up to comfort the child again. He felt a little impatient. Yun Nuer said, "Didn't you say you have something to do?" ? Why don't you go do some errands first and pick me up here later."
Fang Jinshi said: "It's just a piece of clothing. It will be the same if I come over tomorrow to pick it up."
Yun Nuer said: "I'm tired from walking. Let's take a rest here. You go to do things first. I'm familiar with this place. Nothing will happen."
Fang Jinshi thought for a while and asked Wei Chong to send him to Zhang Bangchang's mansion first, and then come back here to pick up Yun Nuer. Fortunately, this place was not far from Zhang Shaozai's mansion.
Seeing Fang Jinshi leave, Sister-in-law Li quickly stood up and took out an identical white dark coat from the wooden cabinet behind her. The edge of this dark coat was already plain. Sister-in-law Li changed the clothes over and signaled Yun Nuer went to the backyard.
Yun Nuer slowly walked to the backyard. The backyard was very small. On the clothes pole in the courtyard, there were many dyed cloths that Tailor Li had dried to dry. Under the cloths swaying in the wind, a sullen man sat on a bamboo On the bench was none other than Xue Lifei Xue Zheng.
Yun Nuer walked to a place six feet away from him and stood there. Xue Zheng said solemnly: "I asked you to come out for a meeting, why don't you come out?"
Yun Nuer said calmly: "I'm afraid they will suspect that it was you who said that we should meet less often." Xue Zheng angrily knocked a tea cup on the low table at his hand to the ground. The tea spilled on the floor and the cup rolled to the clouds. It was at the slave's feet, but it didn't break.
Yun Nuer bent down, picked up the tea cup, walked to Xue Zheng, put it on the table, and whispered: "Your temper is getting worse and worse."
