The red tape of the royal family is like the three hundred Tang poems.

It is exquisite and unique, but I can't finish it.

The constitutional monarchy has been implemented for many years, and Western culture and traditional culture collided and integrated. It is a set of habits to receive clan relatives in the palace, and another set of rules with foreign friends.

The usage of six or seven kinds of forks and spoons is different, and the order of eating Chinese food in French is also quite different.

However, Yue Yisan spent some effort to compile the mantras and find the key points, but he was all right.

This is faster than the back fabric.

What kind of taffeta chorile beaded skin? I dreamed of rubbing my face with my clothes in the middle of the night.

Nowadays, the rules in the palace are much less - the civilians outside are all colorful and wear whatever they want, and the nobles in the palace are still stubborn and persistent, which is ridiculous.

But the servants are still of strict hierarchy.

They are all outstanding talents selected from layers. Even if they stay in the palace for a year as the lowest status, there are a lot of wealthy families who are scrambling to invite them to be housekeepers when they go out.

Lindu even specially built a housekeeper college to cultivate professional talents.

Yue Yilan spent half an hour to get to know the royal family genealogy, and then followed all the patterns and titles, and remembered the dining etiquette clearly.

Teacher Feng was quite dazed, and the lectures in the second half were a little rushed.

She has been an etiquette teacher for more than 20 years and has taught many noble children, but most of them are reluctant to hear it. She wants to feed the key points to their mouths with a spoon, but they may not be willing to chew them.

Although the newcomer, Mr. Yue, looks like a young man in society, dyed his hair and earrings, unexpected rules and cooperation.

——He learned so quickly.

There is no need to explain it a second time, and you will even take the initiative to ask questions.

Teacher Feng simply wanted to wipe his tears and send him a certificate of awards for three good students.

The notes are indeed neat and beautiful, and everything is well organized. This child is too worry-free!

When the two of them walked out of Baopu Hall again, Yue Yiwan seemed to have already become much more in a state.

The new world that was a little strange before seemed to suddenly jump out of various instructions and icons, and all kinds of taboos and red lines were clearly clear.

The servants in every corner are also known as NPCs, and the differences in functions can be seen from their robes.

Hua Muzhi accompanied him towards the direction of the bedroom and suddenly saw General Manager Cao holding a plate of clothes, like new clothes that were made temporarily.

Yue Yiwan recognized that this was the old housekeeper who picked him up in the morning. This time he did not salute him, but nodded slightly with a smile on his face.

The old man stood in front of the gate of Chaoming Hall and slowly explained his purpose after saluting.

Since we will meet the emperor and the empress tomorrow, the palace temporarily made a pretty decent ancient costume for him. Now it is best to try the size to facilitate timely modification.

Yue Yilan responded, and the two imperial attendants behind General Cao took the tray and walked forward slowly: "Please change your clothes here."

They went to the screen on their side, changed his T-shirt and shirt, and even helped him untie his shoes.

At this moment, Yue Yiwan only felt four hands touching him at the same time, trying to hide: "I... can I take it off by myself, right?"

Although his family is not bad, he is not as good as he needs help when he takes off his clothes.

"You will get used to it in the future." The little attendant with a white face smiled and said, "Just open your arms, let's do the rest."

Now the palace emphasizes equality of human rights and no longer has to use contempt.

——However, what's the difference?

Yue Yiwan felt that because of his nervousness, his hair was about to explode, but he still opened his arms like a scarecrow, allowing them to wear a lace-up around him.

You don’t even have to do it yourself—just just raise your foot and then drop it.

This is the beginning of the fall. He told himself silently.

Wanwan, you will soon degenerate from a descendant of an evil capitalist to a successor of feudalism.

After wearing a robe, various laces were hidden in the wide pleats, and the crotch and shoulders were quite breathable and loose.

Yue Yidian moved a little while and found that his pants did not fall down, so he was obviously relieved.

The imperial attendant next to him half kneeled on one side, and a pair of strange shoes were placed on the tray in his hand.

"This is..."

"It's the Tangmu Brocade Clogs." The Imperial Attorney said patiently: "When you wear them, you should pay attention to the center of gravity, and both teeth are located in the back."

He nodded, raised his foot and put on his clogs, and walked out of the screen with support.

After vaguely finding the feeling, he tentatively released the sleeves of the attendant and walked towards the ground-to-ground mirror like a little white goose.

This robe is made of a primrose embroidered white feathered peacock, and the material is really light and soft.

The skin feels quite good, and the lining may be silk.

Yue Yiwan looked at the young man in the mirror and opened his arms and turned around half a circle.

The wide hem of the clothes also spun, and the peacock's long feathers rippled like a screen.

He was childishly swinging his wide long sleeves, flapping his arms like a sparrow, and his dragged long sleeves also swung up and down like wings.

As I was playing, I glanced at the mirror and suddenly saw Hua Muzhi appear at the door, who happened to pick him upstairs for dinner.

"Cough." Someone began to observe the antique vase next to him: "I saw nothing."

Yue Yilan blew twice before he could play. The clouds swung with the wind, and the embroidered wings became more and more layered.

"It doesn't matter if you see it." He turned around a little swayingly and tried to walk towards Hua Muzhi.

Usually when walking, the center of gravity is high, but now suddenly I have to change it to the center of gravity is low, and I always feel like I have to plant it.

He sprained a little without paying attention, and Hua Muzhi quickly walked over to pick him up and just supported him.

The moment they approached each other, the light fragrance of pear blossoms spread out.

The quietness has a little sweetness, but it seems to be there or there, making people unable to help but want to smell more.

Yue Yi came back to his senses and found that he was almost leaning in his arms. He defended with a serious expression: "I am very serious."

Hua Muzhi smiled and nodded: "Well, very serious."

He let the other party hold his arm and teaches him how to adjust the rise and fall of his pace.

Yue Yiwan subconsciously grabbed his wrist and it was still a bit difficult to walk.

He didn't pay attention to Hua Muzhi's shoes today, and he thought he was wearing slab shoes under his robe.

"What should I do when I go up the stairs..." Yue Yiwan supported him and didn't dare to let go, thinking that this was technical enough: "Walking forward will lose the center of gravity, and falling backwards will."

Hua Muzhi did not answer and only continued to guide him up the handrail staircase on the second floor.

The two attendants stood behind with great vision and followed quietly.

"Find the angle." He briefly said: "When you go up the steps, you can step on it."

Yue Yiwan really took out twelve points of attention, letting him hold his back and walk up nervously.

He felt that he would be in a hurry while wearing these clogs, and he might be rolling down like two balls with the crown prince.

It would be very disrespectful.

"Hand straighten your waist and pay attention to the center of gravity."

Yue Yiwan grabbed his wrist, but when he turned, he slipped his right foot and stepped on it. At that moment, he subconsciously vented his breath and called out: "Muzhi--"

The latter's hand was held on his waist and his heart without any weight, and he came back in an instant.

"Don't worry." The man whispered: "Continue."

Yue Yiwan almost thought he was about to fall down, so he hurriedly said thank you, and then helped him go upstairs to have a meal with difficulty.

This clog has been popular in China for thousands of years, and it is really not something that ordinary people can wear... It's so scary.

After finally getting in place, the phone rang in the distance.

The Imperial Attendant had wiped it clean with an alcohol cloth and even put a mask on him.

Yue Yiwan subconsciously said thank you again and took the call.

"—Are you still alive?" Yue Zhigu's voice came over: "I haven't been bombed out, are you?"

"I wish you good luck, you can eat and sleep." Yue Yiwanshen said in his breath: "Everyone is very good, and everyone takes good care of me."

Before the elder brother could say a few words, his father snatched the phone: "White? What are you doing?"

Can you have some basic aura of the president?

Yue Yiwan couldn't help laughing and explained: "I was learning to walk with Your Highness just now."

Hua Muzhi was drinking tea and almost choked.

The brother next to him was uncertain and said, "Is it really going to practice marching? This is really popular in the palace?"

"You have packed all sewing machines and other things for you, and I'll be here tomorrow," Yue Pinyang said in a long voice: "Do you bring those plush models here?"

"Dad, that's what I called Rentai... brings all of them here."

After a call was finished, Yue Yiwan breathed a sigh of relief and consciously handed it over to the imperial attendant next to him.
To be continued...