strictlysupreme Chapter 241 The kingfisher feather hairpin was inserted into the hair bun.
Chapter 241 The kingfisher feather hairpin was inserted into the hair bun.
The Imperial Palace, Lingyan Pavilion.
"Your Highness, these are newly presented pieces of jewelry from the Imperial Household Department. Please take a look."
The eunuchs from the Imperial Household Department gently placed the tray on the table with a respectful attitude.
Mo Qingkui glanced at it casually.
On the tray were two exquisitely carved gold hairpins, one of which had a head decorated with floral and bird patterns.
The other one is decorated with kingfisher feathers, making it very luxurious.
Next to the gold hairpin was a wooden comb. The comb was smooth all over, with fine teeth, and even the pattern on the handle was fresh and beautiful.
"This is beautiful." Mo Qingkui picked up the kingfisher feather hairpin, touched the kingfisher feather decorations on the hairpin, and a satisfied smile appeared on her face.
She used to think these things were cumbersome.
The jewelry on her head was so heavy it was practically crushing her neck.
And that palace dress, so elaborate and layered, that she could easily trip over the hem with every step she took, almost causing her to fall every time.
But now, she has not only gotten used to it, but has even started to like it.
She wanted more, even more glamorous jewelry!
"Take them all," she instructed in a light voice.
"Yes," Meng'er replied respectfully, carefully putting away the hairpin and comb.
Mo Qingkui raised her hand and tucked the strands of hair that were hanging down by her temples behind her ear, then directly inserted the kingfisher feather hairpin into her hair bun.
Her gorgeous makeup and hair were reflected in the mirror, and Mo Qingkui became more and more satisfied with the look.
Her smile deepened, and she turned to instruct, "Go, fetch my newly made silk skirt. Only new clothes can match new jewelry!"
The maidservant quickly acknowledged and withdrew.
Mo Qingkui looked at herself in the mirror, her chin slightly raised.
Her position is now secure, but that's far from enough.
Men are visual creatures, so she needs to dress herself up more!
Inside the Qinglan Courtyard of the Marquis's Residence.
Qin Jiuwei sat at the table, a sheet of paper spread out, her brush moving constantly in her hand.
He was intently writing down the steps for making a breathing cloth.
Suddenly, a clear and pleasant young voice rang in my ears.
"Mother, would you like to draw some more pictures?"
Qin Jiu looked up and met three pairs of bright black eyes staring at her intently.
They were gathered around her, staring intently at the pen and paper in her hand, their faces full of curiosity.
Qin Jiuwei couldn't help but sigh heavily.
Because of the epidemic, the children have been staying at home every day instead of going to school recently.
My favorite thing is watching what she's doing.
She only needs to do a little something, and as soon as she turns her head, everyone swarms around her.
I didn't realize it before, but now that we're together every day, I've discovered that taking care of a child is such a mentally and physically exhausting thing.
Qin Jiuwei rubbed her temples, looked up at Xie Jingchun, and patiently asked, "Painting? What are you painting?"
Xie Jingchun explained, "We can draw the process of making the breathing cloth, since some people are illiterate."
"But it's not the kind of ink wash painting you used to do, it's a painting of little figures."
"A drawing of a little person?" Qin Jiuwei asked, puzzled.
Xie Jingchun nodded, "Nannan can draw, so we can let Nannan draw."
Nan Nan, who had been standing to the side, suddenly widened her eyes upon hearing this. "How did you know I could do that?"
Xie Jingchun, with his eyebrows raised and eyes full of arrogance, laughed and said, "I've seen you paint this before."
"Nan Nan, why don't you give it a try?" Qin Jiu smiled and handed her a pen.
She had never seen Nan Nan paint before.
Nan Nan looked at the calligraphy brush and hesitated for a moment, but everyone was looking at her at that moment.
Finally, she mustered up her courage, sat down at the desk, lowered her head, and began to carefully sketch on the paper.
The pen tip glides across the paper, the lines initially appearing slightly clumsy, but quickly becoming fluid.
After a while, Nan Nan put down her pen, her voice sounding somewhat uneasy.
"Young Madam, I've tried my best to draw it, but I don't know if it's acceptable."
Qin Jiuwei took it and looked at it.
On the drawing paper, several little figures are vividly depicting actions such as covering mouths, washing, and fumigating herbs.
Although the brushstrokes are immature, the picture is clear and easy to understand, and even the details are drawn very clearly.
She looked up, her eyes full of smiles: "You draw very well. These drawings are more intuitive than words. People can understand what to do at a glance, which is really useful."
Upon hearing this, Nan Nan breathed a sigh of relief, a shy smile appearing on her face.
While the group discussed the painting, Xie Jing kept flipping through other things Qin Jiuwei had written.
It's over thirty pages long, all about disease prevention and control, recording various methods from symptom identification to simple isolation.
Most of it comes from Qin Jiuwei's memories of her previous life, as well as from discussions with Meng Qihuang.
The content is detailed and practical. Although it cannot be considered a classic medical book, it is very beneficial to ordinary people and contains valuable experience.
Xie Jing looked at it carefully, then suddenly looked up and said gently, "Mother, these things you wrote in your summary are very useful. You can organize them, bind them into a book, and distribute them to the people."
Qin Jiuwei raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, but then shook her head.
"This doesn't seem feasible; binding it into a book would waste too much paper."
“No, Mother, this is perfectly feasible. Paper is much cheaper in the capital now than it used to be.”
Xie Jingwen analyzed, "Mother, you haven't written much. It can be made into a thin booklet. We can use the simplest binding method and try to save paper as much as possible."
"Moreover, it's not necessary for everyone to have one. Just make sure each household has one copy, or distribute two or three copies in one alley. This content is really useful, and once it's spread, it will definitely help many people."
His words were clear and his tone was steady, clearly indicating that he had considered all aspects.
After listening, Qin Jiuwei pondered for a moment, then her eyes lit up and she quickly nodded.
“Your idea is good. I’ll try to get someone to arrange it.”
A barely perceptible smile appeared on Xie Jing's face.
“Mother, books alone are not enough. Not everyone likes to read.” Xie Jue suddenly spoke up while leaning over the table.
Xie Jingchun turned to look at him, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "So, what's your good idea?"
Xie Jue chuckled and shook his head. "You can sing these lyrics!"
He chuckled and said, "Just like selling candied hawthorns on the street, you sing as you walk, wouldn't that let a lot of people know about it?"
Qin Jiuwei was taken aback for a moment, then laughed and reached out to rub his little head.
"You have an interesting idea; it's indeed a good one."
Looking at the children in front of her, Qin Jiuwei felt a surge of warmth in her heart.
These three children are all incredibly intelligent in their own way.
It was truly her good fortune to meet them in this life and continue her mother-son relationship.
night.
Xie Yanli pushed open the door and walked in; only Qin Jiuwei was left inside.
The dim light on the desk made her profile appear even more gentle.
She was tidying something up when she saw him come in. She looked up and smiled slightly. "Husband, you're back."
Xie Yanli felt a warmth in his heart, nodded slightly, and glanced at the teacups on the table. "Were the children here just now?"
"You've come back at the wrong time; they've just gone back inside to sleep."
Qin Jiu smiled and then told Xie Yanli all the ideas they had come up with that afternoon.
After listening, Xie Yanli's eyes softened with a smile.
"I didn't expect them to be so clever despite their young age."
His gaze fell on Qin Jiuwei's face, and his tone was warm: "It's all thanks to your teaching that the children are so well-behaved."
Qin Jiu smiled and said, "This has nothing to do with me. Our child is a smart child."
"Sometimes, children can see things more clearly than adults, and they are very quick-witted."