The big hand put down the imperial pen, frowned slightly, remembering all the things yesterday, and then sank his face and continued to read official duties: "Principle!"

Outside the gate, Su Mengdie looked at the courtyard thoughtfully, and was knocked out here that day. Alas, in modern times, she has always been around, and they are always asking for a visit to their father. In ancient times, it was her turn to ask for someone else and she really wanted to go in directly, but if she apologizes, she has to apologize. In addition, she is a little used to life in the palace, and has seen the form clearly to avoid being affected by her butt. It is better to be more at ease.

Mengli looked at the rice paper. Should she tell the Empress about that? Hong Wu said that Your Majesty was interested in attracting peace, but the Empress was a woman, and it was nonsense to be granted an official title. In addition, the Empress was intentionally leaving, so please stop talking. Perhaps Your Majesty would understand everything when he saw the rice paper.

Su Mengdie didn't think so. She thought that since Fu Yunche had already developed the art of making rice paper, the matter was not that complicated. She would give him a piece of it. It was no big deal. When Zhao Yao came out, he strode in and told her husband that he had to report it. What's this?

The moment I entered the door, my eyes couldn't help but look at the painting, and I glanced at it, no matter who she was, it had nothing to do with her. When I looked at the jade screen, I swallowed my saliva again, and it seemed to be attractive, calling her, "Come and smash me, kill me." Little baby, wait a little bit, soon you will be processed into mahjong that my aunt can't put down.

"I'll leave!" More than a dozen palace maids quipped with tactfulness.

Suddenly there were only two people left in the room. Su Mengdie held her purse tightly and looked at the man. Her ignorant appearance made her want to turn around. Is this the reason? She stepped forward and threw the rice paper onto the memorial that the man was reviewing, but she suppressed her. She didn't want to be beaten again and gently put it aside: "I'll give it to you, and this!" She lifted the purse, and believed that the man would like it. After all, if it was my father, she would be ecstatic. In this life, she started to make a gift for someone for the first time and handed it over: "I embroidered the first time. If I don't embroider well, just just put it. Last night... it was me wrong. I shouldn't be so reckless. I know that this purse may not be able to take it, so you can treasure it. No need to thank you!"

I looked up proudly. Dad, look, my daughter can embroider. If possible, I really want to give it to you.

Fu Yunche looked up at the white bottom cloth, the two birds did not look like birds, and the ducks did not look like ducks, which were extremely distorted. For the first time, he whined contempt and slapped his head down and continued to be busy.

The pride on Su Mengdie's face collapsed instantly, and her hand was stretched out, and it was not to give it, nor was it not to give it, what was his attitude? She embroidered this thing, so her fingers were tied into hornet's nests, and she actually looked down on it. She took it back embarrassedly: "Fu Yunche, you... are you too much? I've apologized, what else do you want?" Haven't you heard of someone who doesn't hit a smile on his face?

"I heard that the eldest lady of the Su family is very embroidered!" There was a sarcasm that exposes people's lies on the corner of her mouth.
Chapter completed!