"Master, master...?" Rong Huazheng swallowed in disbelief, "Is this really for me...?"

Aunt Ye narrowed her eyes, "Why, you don't want it anymore?"

"No, yes, of course!" Rong Huazheng chuckled, and after saying that, she immediately stretched out her hand to grab the shining golden whip. The light in her eyes almost illuminated her entire face. But her hand was still

Didn't touch the whip

Aunt Ye raised her eyebrows, "Are you trying to put up a fight with Master?"

"You stinky girl, I don't even have the energy to talk about these things here!" Aunt Ye really wanted to slap her in the face, but she let her go for the sake of peace of mind and let her go with a sigh.

, said: "Smelly girl?"

Rong Huazheng heard Aunt Ye's voice and breathed according to the beat she said. She suddenly felt her heart was so comfortable that it felt so good. She was just about to open her eyes and talk to Aunt Ye about this, but Aunt Ye said first, "No.

Just open your eyes and continue!"

Rong Huazheng's face darkened, "Master, why did you push the golden whip in front of your disciple just now? Were you kidding me or something?"

Rong Huazheng was hurt by her tug, and she screamed. When Aunt Ye came at her with a knife in her eyes, she quickly shut up and said flatteringly: "Master, my disciple's hands are worthless. You can do whatever you want..."

"Which color do you want?" Aunt Ye glanced at her.

Aunt Ye grabbed Rong Hua Zheng's hand and continued this action for about two quarters of an hour. The air flow entered increased from small to large. Finally, the meridians on Rong Hua Zheng's body seemed to have adapted to the transmission of this air, and gradually became less uncomfortable.

, but Rong Huazheng still didn't stop retching.

Aunt Ye was thinking about something and couldn't see Rong Huazheng's gleaming eyes. After thinking about it, she still said: "Stinky girl, you...you are brave!" The first word "you" came out of Aunt Ye's mouth.

, Rong Huazheng struck at her waist with great speed, grabbed the golden whip with quick eyesight, and tied it twice around her waist.

"Why did it smooth out so much all at once?" She murmured to herself, looking at the strip of cloth in her hand and then at the new half flower she had embroidered, she was a little confused.

After a while, Aunt Ye had stopped talking, but Rong Hua Zheng was still rising upwards. Ling'er was a little frightened to see her, if Madam fell down...

"Aunt Ye?!" Ling'er noticed it, exclaimed, and hurried to the two of them, "Madam... Aunt Ye, are you feeling uncomfortable too?"

"Nonsense, your embroidery skills are unparalleled in the world!" Aunt Ye interrupted her coldly and snorted: "You must be discerning!"

Rong Huazheng licked her lips, glanced at Aunt Ye sadly, and scolded her for being black-hearted and black-lunged. She pitifully stood up as she was told. She originally thought that her legs would be weak and she would fall down, but she didn't expect that she would actually stand up.

got up,

He hesitantly stretched out his hand, then quickly took it back, then stretched it out again in Aunt Ye's cold eyes, "Master, are you going to stop doing embroidery today?"

"You!" Aunt Ye pointed at Rong Hua Zheng with her finger, and smoke almost came out of her head.

Aunt Ye sneered, "You think so well, when did I lose my martial arts to you?"

Uh... Rong Huazheng blinked twice. Her master must be too dictatorial. He hasn't finished speaking yet! But... "Master, aren't you the only one with the best embroidery skills in the world?"

Aunt Ye frowned at her gesture of grabbing the needle and wanted to say something to her, but when she saw the thing embroidered in her hand, she stopped and glanced at her deeply, secretly thinking that this girl is really a

A monster, she learns everything differently from others. Others just follow the master's instructions in a serious manner, but she is better, tinkering with something every day.

Aunt Ye ignored her words and didn't even move her closed eyes.

Okay, maybe that's not what people think, but Yu Wencan is very kind to her anyway. She can't repay kindness with kindness and let him be embarrassed because of her. Therefore, she must make her clothes decent.

!

Of course not! Rong Huazheng slapped Yu Wencan's hand away, and suddenly she was startled. Why was she facing the roof? Shouldn't she be standing...

"Master, are you really going to die without saving me?" Rong Hua Zheng couldn't help but wish for a moment as she fell down in mid-air.

That flow of air came from the wrist to the heart, and then quickly jumped to the whole body. Rong Huazheng really couldn't bear the flow of air. His stomach turned and he almost vomited.

Rong Huazheng felt aggrieved and touched the tip of his nose, "Then who embroidered the prince's robe?"

Why? Why does God give her a heavy blow every time she is most proud and excited?!

"Throw yourself into my arms?" Her face suddenly stiffened...

"Silver and mouse gray." Aunt Ye suddenly said after glancing at Rong Huazheng who was still thinking about the key to the problem.

Ling'er was so frightened that she stopped in her tracks and covered her mouth without daring to breathe.

It was held in front of her eyes, but she was not quick enough and did not cherish the opportunity. Can you blame her?

Yu Wencan's eyes deepened and he let out a gentle hum.

When Aunt Ye heard this, the whip in her hand was like a cunning snake, and it suddenly flew out from her waist with a hiss, "Traitor, are you the one who talks to me like this? If I don't teach you a lesson today, you might not know."

What does it mean to respect the teacher and respect the Tao!"

"You are really cruel..." Rong Huazheng didn't want to die in pain at this time. She wanted to have euthanasia. Then she waved her arms to grab dust in the air and muttered, "God bless you, Buddha, you treated me well in my previous life."

Yes, even though I was blown up to pieces, it still allowed me to live a new life. Lord Buddha, in fact, I also

I know that you only let me be reborn because I did too many good things in my last life. You can't bear the thought of me turning into a speck of dust in the world. I haven't done any good things in this life, but I'm still greedy. Just give me a chance.

Well, in my next life I will donate my liver and sell my kidneys to make a contribution. Oh my, life is so wonderful, why do you want me to die at this time..."

But her worry was not unreasonable. Rong Huazheng only thought about rising higher and higher, but she didn't know that there was a roof above her head. While she was chanting happily, her head hit the beam with a "dong" sound.

, due to inertia, her body fell suddenly!

Aunt Ye snorted, looking at Rong Huazheng's narrowed smile, she couldn't help but feel funny, and said: "Reach over here and show me."

Yu Wencan stretched out his hand and pinched her face hard, then leaned close to her ear and said coldly: "Do you want to die?"

"Oh? Have you changed your temper?" Aunt Ye raised her eyebrows, took a few steps towards Rong Huazheng, raised her lips and warned coldly: "Don't be playing tricks, otherwise..."

Rong Huazheng was snickering in her heart, "Humph, master, it's obviously you who is taking Qiao, but you still blame her, it's disrespectful! I'm wearing it," Rong Huazheng thought of something, turned to Aunt Ye and said, "Master

Ah, were all the prince's previous robes made by you?"

Rong Huazheng ran around holding his head like a mouse, "Master, all I know now is that you are angry because of shame. It's not your mouth that respects a teacher. I respect you very much. Don't accuse me, my disciple."

."

"Ugh, vomit..." Rong Huazheng kept retching, and for a moment she felt like her heart and lungs were about to be vomited out of her throat.

"Master, were you... losing your martial arts skills to me just now?"

After a while, Aunt Ye finally let go of her hand holding Rong Huazheng's wrist, but her face also turned pale!

Ling'er didn't dare to complain and quickly backed away.

Bah, bah, bah! How can you think like this? If the madam finds out, she will definitely peel off a layer of her skin!

Aunt Ye really wanted to hand over her belongings to Rong Hua Zheng, because this whip was not very suitable for her to use, and she would not benefit much from holding it. She had made this golden whip lonely for a long time, and now it seems that the golden whip

I have a destiny with the stinky girl. I even gave it to her because I wanted to fight with her when she first appeared.

"The prince likes silver and mouse gray robes." At this time, Aunt Ye didn't mind repeating it.

Rong Huazheng's face was still pale. She lay limply on the table and didn't even want to move. Oh my god, now she discovered that vomiting could really make life worse than death. She didn't know about those pregnant women.

How did the pregnant woman give birth to her first child?

Rong Huazheng wailed: "Master, I really don't have the strength..."

Aunt Ye snorted coldly and didn't bother to chase after her. She returned to the table and twisted a piece of cake and took an elegant bite. She felt that the taste was not bad. She finished one piece and continued to twist another piece. She swallowed it slowly before continuing the topic, "

What did you want to ask about the prince just now?" Seeing as it was the first time she asked her about King Gongjin, it didn't matter what she wanted to know as long as she told her within her ability. Anyway, the person who would be happiest in the end would be

Prince.

Rong Huazheng was thinking about how to prevent her thread from skipping and thus improve the efficiency of embroidery. She was startled when she heard this and said, "Huh?"

Aunt Ye was startled when she heard this, her eyebrows dimmed, "Why do you ask these questions?"

Aunt Ye's eyes darkened, "Stop talking nonsense here!"

Aunt Ye's face darkened, she was so smart that she died!

Rong Huazheng frowned, thinking how could it be such a coincidence. The fabrics Yun Qingluan wanted yesterday were of these two colors... Suddenly, her eyelids twitched. Could it be that Yun Qingluan wanted to give Yu Wencan the fabric?

Making robes?

"Master, don't worry, my disciple is very serious this time." When Rong Huazheng said, he seriously picked up yesterday's strip of cloth and started embroidering it with concentration.

Fu Hua believed her. Rong Huazheng almost closed his eyes this time and wanted to die heroically.

"I have my own arrangements, do I need you to teach me how to do it?" Aunt Ye's voice was still cold, and the hand that grabbed Rong Huazheng's wrist was even more fierce.

"I, I'm not dead?"

"How dare you..." Although Rong Huazheng said this, his tone was full of grievances. Anyone who thinks that he is about to get thousands of gold, but when he comes, is sitting in the dust, can he not be angry? He snorted out of his nostrils.

A few sounds, Rong

Surprised, she embroidered more than ten stitches in a row. She paused to calm herself down enough to write down the stitches. Then she raised her eyes and answered Aunt Ye's question, "Actually, I just want to know what color robe the prince likes. Since

You didn't make the prince's robe, and you probably don't know either." After saying that, she bowed her head and embroidered things in a serious manner. She finally got such a smooth technique, and she didn't want to waste it in vain.

As expected, her master is really the only one in the history who can pull her off like a 250-year-old after her lies are exposed.

Rong Huazheng swallowed, then thought about what her master was doing, and suddenly felt a huge pain in her wrist!

Hearing this, Rong Huazheng's face straightened, he straightened his chest and belly, performed a military salute, and said seriously: "I obey, master!"

"Why save me? I have never seen a disciple as disgraceful as you. It's okay to fall to death, so as not to be an eyesore!"
To be continued...