The fresh and natural aroma penetrated into the nose. Yu Wencan was startled. Before he could think about it, he felt that the side of his face touched something soft and warm, and his neck was hugged tightly. A pair of soft white hands were on his chest.

Shaking proudly.

Rong Huazheng didn't realize at all that he was eating someone else's tofu. He hugged her neck tightly and said angrily, "Don't blame me. It was you who saw someone dead before he could save her."

Yu Wencan was stunned, feeling that his mind could not think for a moment. If Rong Huazheng's sweet breath hadn't just sprayed on his face when he spoke, he wouldn't have believed that this would be an action that a woman would make.

She actually hugged a man in public!

"Put away that ugly expression of yours, this is just the most basic way for a female celebrity to thread a needle." Seeing her amazed eyes, Aunt Ye twitched the corner of her mouth, and then struck with a straight face.

"Qinghe Chicken." Yu Wencan replied calmly.

Rong Hua Zheng didn't answer. He pulled the embarrassed Rong Hua Ting to sit down beside him. He pinched the little devil's face behind him and said mercilessly: "No, eat it yourself!"

Rong Hua Zheng turned around and washed his hands on the water plate beside him, and asked, "What are you going to eat tonight?"

"Sister Zheng, my hand hurts." The little devil didn't give Rong Hua Zheng a chance to make fun of him. Instead of answering, he pointed pitifully at his arm.

The child was playing with the sand and randomly putting lines together. It was hundreds of times worse than the first embroidery she made when she was five years old!

Rong Huazheng looked at his palms, which had been tortured in just one afternoon, and then looked at the porridge dumplings poured out on the table, exuding a tempting aroma and calling it a waste. He secretly thought about what kind of porridge this was.

The smell is so delicious and alluring.

At this time, a maid hurried over and said to Rong Huazheng: "Madam, the meals have been prepared in the kitchen. The prince has asked you to go to the main hall to eat now."

Rong Huazheng gritted his teeth and came back to his senses. Thinking of Yu Wencan's expression, he didn't resist Aunt Ye, and sat down opposite Aunt Ye in a daze.

"Do you know what categories embroidery is divided into?" Aunt Ye must find out the background of Princess Gongjin in front of her.

Now go to the embroidery room to find my embroiderer's maid, and ask her to find a copy of "Ten Thousand Embroidered Women" in my study."

"Master, you are really too smart. You can hit the mark right away." Rong Huazheng sighed and shamelessly put all the blame on Mr. Rong.

"Sister Zheng?" Rong Huating was a little surprised. How could Sister Zheng dare to lose her temper with the Ghost King? She wasn't afraid... Rong Huating remembered the rumors that several of the Ghost King's wives were thrown into mass graves because they angered him.

Buried alive, fearing that Rong Hua Zheng would say something treacherous, he hurriedly reached out to cover her lips and whispered, "Sister Zheng, don't talk nonsense."

Aunt Ye crossed her arms and said, "I have no intention of taking back what I said. Anyway, what I ordered today must be the same tomorrow morning!" After saying that, no matter how Rong Huazheng reacted, she walked elegantly.

He walked away coldly.

The little devil felt aggrieved and stared at Rong Huating from time to time. When he saw Rong Huating timidly only looking at the ground, he turned around and asked for help from his favorite brother.

She has never even thought about touching poison, female celebrities or anything like that! And let me ask, how many new-age women have come into contact with such things as female celebrities.

"Okay, in fact, literacy is a very good thing." Aunt Ye did not be harsh with Rong Hua, and slowly called for someone to say: "Bring a piece of cloth suitable for practice." After the person came to understand, Aunt Ye said to Ling Hua.

The son said: "

Aunt Ye has lived to this age and has experienced a lot, but she couldn't help but open her mouth when she saw this scene.

She had just stepped into the main hall, and before she had time to raise her head, she heard two little boys, one big and one small, calling her.

Rong Hua Zheng pursed her lips, "No objection..." At least let her know how long the book "Ten Thousand Embroidered Women" is. If it is more than a thousand pages, she can't finish it in one night, so how can she memorize it?

"Why?" She was very satisfied with how well she painted this turtle.

The little ghost glanced at Rong Huating, who ran out of nowhere, and said angrily: "But my hand hurts!"

Aunt Ye almost died, her cold face became even colder, she opened her lips and said coldly: "Now, remove these lines immediately!"

Aunt Ye glanced at her beautiful eyes, and Ling'er immediately fell silent.

With a 'bang' sound, Aunt Ye, who couldn't bear it anymore, suddenly placed the cup in her hand on the table hard, "Okay, Princess Gongjin, please tell me, what do you know about embroidery?"

"My life is so miserable?!" Rong Huazheng looked up to the sky and wailed. At this moment, she really wanted to throw away the things in her hands, but she knew she couldn't do that. She still owed Yu Wencan a piece of 120,000 taels of silver.

As for the purple robe and a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, if she didn’t get the robe out within a month, she wouldn’t have had so much money to pay back even if she bought it!

Yu Wencan pursed his lips and said nothing, but his cold eyes looked calmly at Ling'er who was behind Rong Huazheng. Ling'er lowered his head when he received Yu Wencan's eyes and said respectfully: "Madam was embroidering just now.

I was pricked several times by needles." In fact, she was being polite when she said "several times." Rong Huazheng almost pricked herself dozens of times with needles.

When Rong Huazheng heard this, her bones suddenly softened, and she almost felt like crying without tears. But she didn't dare to make a mistake, so she picked up the things obediently, and then weakly sat down on the table. This time she didn't need Aunt Ye.

Urged, my fingers were sore, so I moved my hands obediently.

However, there were some things that Rong Huazheng didn't believe. It was only half a quarter of an hour. When Aunt Ye moved her elbow away, Rong Huazheng suddenly discovered that a lifelike peony had been embroidered on the originally solid-colored fabric.

. Moreover, Rong Hua Zheng didn’t know it by looking at it, but upon closer inspection, she found that the peony stitches she embroidered were neat, the colors were clear, the lines were smooth, lively and powerful, and the whole thing was so wonderful that it was hard to believe that it could be done by humans.

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Rong Huazheng followed his eyes and saw that it was Yu Wencan. He snorted and turned his head.

"Sit down, do you really want me to raise my head to talk to you?" After Yu Wencan left, Aunt Ye coldly put the silver whip in her hand back on her waist, then sat down elegantly at the table and took a look.

Rong Huazheng stared blankly in the direction Yu Wencan left and said coldly.

Rong Huazheng had been hungry for a long time. When she saw something being served, she asked someone to help her with the porridge. After that, she picked up the bowl and wanted to pick up the vegetables. However, she forgot about the dense needle marks on her right hand. She had just picked up the bowl.

Because the porridge was freshly baked, she could still feel the burning pain in her hand even though it was across the bowl. She took a breath, couldn't help but threw the bowl on the table, and then used her left hand to fight

I fanned and fanned, trying to drive away the pain.

"Master, why are you so fierce? Just take it apart!" Rong Hua Zheng glanced at the silver whip on her waist, then looked at the wooden ruler on the table, and quickly pulled the thing in Aunt Ye's hand over.

Pick up the scissors and cut the long thread, and then easily pull off the short section of thread on the fabric.

"Little Guitou didn't wake up until now?" Rong Huazheng carried him back to his room with his own hands before going to bed, and only returned to his room to sleep after making sure that he was asleep.

"What?!" Rong Huazheng was stunned, and then his pretty little face suddenly wrinkled into the shape of a bitter melon, and he bargained: "Master, didn't you just ask me to memorize "Wanxiu Nvhong"? What?

Now you have to embroider fifty pieces of this damn thing? It’s impossible to do it even if there are twelve hours in a night!”

"Okay..." Rong Huazheng heard this and patted his mouth with his hand, and nodded with his head propped up.

Aunt Ye then took back the things in Rong Hua Zheng's hands with a dark face, opened her lips lightly, and said coldly: "Our embroidery in Ying country pays attention to delicacy, so the needles and threads must be fine, using velvet to stop one or two threads, and using

The needle should also be as thin as a hair." As she said that, she pulled the needle back from the thread, then pinched out a very small needle on the spread strip of cloth and quickly threaded the needle and thread inside.

Rong Huazheng raised his eyebrows, half-smiling, "So?"

"Yes, Your Majesty knew that Madam might not have much appetite at night, so he specially asked someone to cook Snow Swallow Porridge." Xia Houguo replied expressionlessly, but he was actually smiling bitterly in his heart. He really hoped that Madam would not do it in front of His Majesty.

If you ignore the prince and make do with him, he will die an ugly death.

When he woke up just now, he found that he was lying in a very beautiful room. The quilt was warm and the stove was warm. The whole room was warm, not the cold snow in his consciousness. He couldn't believe it for a moment.

He thought he had died and gone to heaven, because he clearly remembered that his whole body was cold and hungry, his head was heavy, and his body was so cold that he couldn't feel anything. He thought that he went downstairs to kiss his mother this time. But then several people came in

But the servant told him that this was the Ghost King's Mansion, and it was the Ghost King and his sister who brought him here. For a moment, he took you into a trance again, a little unbelievable, and it wasn't until you saw Rong Hua Zheng that you felt real.

Xia Houguo, who was hiding aside, saw this scene and was so excited that his mouth opened wide and his eyes bulged, looking very interesting.

Rong Huazheng blinked three times and nodded seriously, "Yes." She didn't know if this was the best. This was her first work in her life. Well, she admitted that it was actually nothing at all.

Embroidery is just a technique of sewing and mending. Embroidering a stitch from a distance makes the needle and thread sparsely outline the shape of a turtle like a stick figure. However, she looks pretty good.

At least it's artistic.

After that, there was no sound in the huge main hall. The little devil grabbed Rong Huazheng's clothes and asked her to come closer to him and farther away from Ronghua Pavilion. Rong Huazheng was dumbfounded. Such a big little devil actually knew how to be jealous!

"Read it within tonight?!" Rong Huazheng suddenly felt horrified, and her tone seemed to mean that it was not as simple as just reading it once. When it came to the two-word question, any fool knew that it was about to read a book.

It means to memorize it.

"No." Rong Hua Zheng's breath weakened and he replied flatteringly.

Aunt Ye reached out and took out the wooden ruler from before and slapped it hard on the table, "Why, do you have any objection?"

"It's best if you don't object." Aunt Ye glanced at her coldly, took the needle and thread on the side and began to thread the needle and thread. Finally, when the needle and thread were finished, she threw the strip of cloth and the threaded needle to Rong Huazheng and said, "I will give you

If you know how to embroider something, show me." There are many weird things in the world. Although some people don't know much about women's red, their embroidery skills are very good. Of course, she hopes that Princess Gongjin is also such a weird thing.

Aunt Ye took a deep breath and squeezed out a few words from between her teeth, "What kind of embroidery techniques do you know? What kind of embroidery techniques do you like best?" 13acv.

Rong Huazheng innocently stretched out his palms to scratch his head, but still shook his head sincerely.

The little devil now wanted to touch his fingers with his hands, but he couldn't move his left hand and could only lower his head and said in a sweet voice: "Sister Zheng, can you feed me something?"

Rong Huazheng was so stimulated by the hand on her mouth that her head was covered with black lines. However, she knew what Rong Huating was worried about, so she didn't say much. She took his hand and comforted him: "Don't worry, it's okay."

md, this is indeed not a human job. She only touched those things for half a quarter of an hour. Not only did the needle points pierce the bones, but the fingers on her right hand were actually covered with needle marks.

"Sister Zheng?!"

"Don't move!" Aunt Ye glared at her and slapped her restless hand away.

Rong Huazheng nodded towards Xiao Xiyan. When he saw Rong Huating standing up to greet him, his eyes lit up. He hurriedly came to him, took his hand and explored it, and then said with a smile: "Burn

The wind and cold have finally subsided and the wind and cold have gone."

"Pick it up immediately!" Aunt Ye ordered coldly.

"Cough!" Ling'er hurriedly spoke and coughed slightly, indicating that she could not continue with this question. Rong Huazheng raised his eyebrows. Does Ling'er's action mean that she knows something? Okay, since

So she stopped asking and said as she should: "Master, you are so beautiful and your embroidery skills are so good. How much can your embroidery shop earn in a day?"

Rong Huazheng glanced at her and said coolly: "Ling'er, if your throat feels uncomfortable, go see a doctor. Don't cough here, which will affect the air quality of the palace."

"Oh." Rong Huating put his hand back on his thigh, nodded and said nothing.
To be continued...