Chen Qing Xu's eyes swept over the toy in her daughter's hands, and fell thoughtfully on the wooden hairpin on the head of Taishang Huang. She felt that the way the wooden hairpin was carved was exactly the same as that of the peacock. It was obviously made by the same hands. When looking at Chang Geng's clothing, at first glance, there was nothing special, but when she observed carefully, every detail was carefully cared for. It had the style of the young masters in the past —— extravagance in hiding.

Chen Qing Xu said with a smile: "Your Majesty's innovation and replacement of the old can be said to be a storm. Nowadays, there are countless kinds of fancy clothes in the whole country. Several trends of fashions a year are too much for people to catch up with. In the past, this kind of elaborate aristocratic dress was rare. I didn't expect that when people are talking about the new everywhere, instead, Your Majesty has kept the most authentic old fashion here."

Chang Geng looked down at himself at her words, and with a humorous and helpless look on his face, he shook his head and said, "How could I understand these kinds of things?"

Chen Qing Xu still remembered His Majesty's youth when he was in the pugilist world. He only brought two or three sets of clothes with him and alternatively washed them. After all, he was an Emperor born in the countryside, deep inside, he was not one to pay much attention. Chen Qing Xu bowed her head and laughed, knowing that this must be the other person's "bedroom hobby".

Gu Yun was a very interesting person.

On one hand, he could make do with anything. When he was young, he once took root in the frontier for a long time, the army march was full of hardships, one had no choice but to adapt to it. Pancakes that were as hard as iron, half-cooked meat with red blood, he could swallow it all expressionlessly; in the prison laying on straw, with a mouse as his bedmate, he still did not lose sleep.

But "being able to make do with it" did not mean that he lived carelessly. In the end, Gu Yun was still a seedling sprouted from luxury. Although he was often suppressed by the world, if given some sunshine, it could grow large and strong. Once there was free time for his hands to mess with this and that, he would produce results.

Such as this garden, from waterside pavilions where people dismount from their sedan chairs at the gate, small pavilions with winding water in the garden, plum groves for strolling and smelling the fragrance, kites that could be seen from high places, rockeries and corridor with roofs intertwining, everywhere appeared ingenious.