The man must be Ming Jingxuan's junior brother. He is very enthusiastic about others. I guess it is because Ming Jingxuan mentioned himself in front of him.

Song Qinglian thanked him and walked into the main hall of Minghui Hall with him.

What she embroidered was originally just an ordinary sachet, but she didn't expect Ming Jingxuan to care so much that he told the brothers of Minghuitang about this.

When he arrived at the main hall, he still didn't see Ming Jingxuan. Song Qinglian asked the junior brother: "Young master, why don't you see Brother Xuan? What about others?"

The junior brother replied: "Sixth brother is practicing his throat in the backyard. You can wait here first. I will tell him that you are here to find him. He will definitely be very happy when he knows."

"Hey, wait a moment, young master." Song Qinglian called him. Some things were really curious in her heart, and she couldn't help but want to ask: "How do you know who I am? Could it be... Brother Xuan told you?"

The junior brother said, "It was Senior Brother Six who told us. He said that he met a girl named Qinglian in the city a few days ago. She had excellent skills and customized a lot of sachets from her. Today, I saw you bring sachets to find Senior Brother Six, and I knew you were the Qinglian girl mentioned by Senior Brother Six."

"Sixth Brother originally said that he planned to go to Baishan Road to find you, but he had to prepare several performances these days. He was so busy that he could only delay this matter. He has not been able to find you yet."

"But Senior Brother Six was also very anxious. He was afraid that you would wait for a long time and kept trying to find you, but you came to Minghui Hall first."

"Sixth Brother is famous for his indifferent temperament. It is rare to care about anything so much. Since Miss Qinglian is the person that Senior Brother Six cares about, then we junior brothers must treat Miss Qinglian well."

"Okay, let's not say much. Girl, wait. I'll go to the back garden to invite my senior brother sixth here."

After he said that, he walked out of the main hall.

Sitting on the seat in the main hall, Song Qinglian's heart couldn't help but warm, and a smile couldn't help but burst into tears on the corner of her mouth.

It was just a mere little thing, but he cared it to heart. He was indeed a meticulous and gentle person.

"Sister Qinglian!"

While my thoughts were flying, the gentle and magnetic sound floated into her ears.

She quickly stood up and turned her head. She saw Ming Jingxuan wearing a gray-black gown, with a gentle smile on the corners of her eyes and eyebrows, standing in front of her with a long body.

Seeing him, a moment of joy surged in her heart: "Brother Xuan!"

Ming Jingxuan nodded with a smile, stepped forward two steps, and approached her: "I originally planned to go to Baishan Road to find you after finishing my work, but I didn't expect you to come first."

"My senior brother has held several performances for me these days. I was so busy that I couldn't get away, so I could only delay it again and again. It was Jingxuan's fault for making Sister Qinglian wait for so long."

Song Qinglian shook her head and said softly: "I have prepared all the sachets that Brother Xuan told me last time. My friend has returned these days, and the business is not busy."

"And the last time Brother Xuan also told me the address of Minghuitang, I took my own initiative and came to visit me in person. Qinglian came rashly, wondering if it was abrupt..."

"How could that happen?" Ming Jingxuan hurriedly denied: "If you are willing to come, I can't be happy, so how can you say you are abrupt?"

Song Qinglian smiled and presented the sachet and garment: "Brother Xuan, I have cleaned your garment for you and sent it back to you."

"And I also embroidered the sachets you mentioned before. There are twenty-three in total, and several embroidery methods are used. Each style is different from the fragrance of flowers. Brother Xuan, please see, can it suit your wishes?"

Ming Jingxuan's eyes fell on the colorful and dazzling sachets. Looking at the colorful colors and delicate stitches, he couldn't help but be surprised and admired.

He looked at Song Qinglian and exclaimed: "Qinglian, have you made these sachets in recent days? I didn't expect that in just a few days, you could embroider so many unique sachets."

He picked up one of them, looked at the color and the pins, and praised him: "Each one is so fresh and elegant. Sister Qinglian, your craftsmanship is really great."

Song Qinglian smiled softly, and a softness ripped on the corner of her mouth, "Since Brother Xuan likes Qinglian's craftsmanship, Qinglian must do it seriously."

"So I used the shortest time to embroider all the sachet styles to send to Brother Xuan. It would be great if Brother Xuan likes it."

But seeing a few red bloodshots in her pure eyes, it must have been caused by being too tired to make sachets these days.

Although Ming Jingxuan was happy, she could not help but feel a little self-blame in her heart when she saw her appearance. He let out a little self-blame in his words: "Actually, I'm not in a hurry at this moment, you don't have to drive out so quickly."

"It's all my fault that I said too hasty at that time, and I really couldn't bear it when I saw you working so hard."

However, Song Qinglian did not take it to heart. Her pure eyes were full of sincerity, "No, Brother Xuan, this is actually just something I need to do every day, and I didn't rush out of it intently."

"If the business is tight, I need to do more than this every day. Brother Xuan, don't forget that Qinglian is a craftsman. These are things that are inside the industry, so how can it be said that it is hard work?"

A shallow pool of autumn water reflected in her eyes, which was clearer and purer than the clear spring water in the lake. The innocent smile on her face also showed flawless purity and beauty, just like the snow lotus on the Tianshan Mountains, beautiful and holy.

Looking at her so innocent, Ming Jingxuan's heart lake seemed to be touched by something gentle, causing a shallow ripples.

There is probably only Song Qinglian who can make his heart move like this in the world.

"Brother Xuan, you probably don't know what kind of embroidery styles these sachets are. Let me introduce them to you." Song Qinglian said again.

She gently picked up a sachet and introduced carefully: "This one is the style of Su embroidery, which is embroidered with the pattern of mandarin ducks playing in the water. The petals of gardenia are installed in the sachet, and this one is the style of Shu embroidery, which is more popular in Sichuan..."

Chapter completed!