Another afternoon, Xin Mo'er stared at the unknown breed of birds on the embroidered wreath on the table, which was not like birds, chickens, and chickens, and was also staring blankly at the table.
It has been more than half a month since Feng Qingyu left last time. Feng Qingcang added an extra course that must be learned for her, that is, Nu Hong.
Within a month, a pair of mandarin ducks playing in the water must be used to counter the pig's heads in the future.
In order not to eat pig heads in the future, in order to have dragon soup, grain, vinegar and pork ribs in the future, and there is fish to eat in every meal. Xin Moer took the initiative, so she decided to try her best to embroider a pair of mandarin ducks.
However, the facts are not as beautiful as she imagined. She studied embroidery seriously with the embroiderer for more than 20 days. Now there are only three days left before the delivery date, but she still has not embroidered a decent embroidery.
, couldn't help but feel a little discouraged.
Maybe, she will never have a chance with the girl in this life?
Just as she was thinking, the door suddenly opened.
Xin Mo'er came to her senses and hid the embroidered wreath on the table behind her, "Father, didn't you say the one-month deadline? The deadline is not yet here, and there are three days left."
She would try her best to embroider a decent pair of mandarin ducks playing in the water and hand them over to him for the remaining three days.
"But, I don't want to sleep in the study anymore." Feng Qingcang swept his eyes at her, then looked at his bed, and saw that the bed was full of needles, so he couldn't sleep at all.
Because Xin Mo'er's room was occupied by Xiao Han, he ordered the servants in the mansion to fill all the rooms in the palace. Therefore, Xin Mo'er was forced to sleep with him in a bed.
However, the day after he arranged for the embroidery lady to teach her embroidery, she made the whole room messy, and accidentally made the needle and thread all over the bed, even with needles hidden in the cracks on the bed.
, can't sleep at all.
He could only go to the study and slept all night, wanting to wait for her to study for a day or two, and Nu Hong came back when she was a little better. Unexpectedly, she had been studying for more than twenty days, so he had to stay there.
I slept alone in the study for more than 20 days.
"But, I haven't finished the embroidery yet, so I can't sleep on this bed." Xin Mo'er looked at the bed of needles and threads, tilting her head.
Feng Qingcang's eyes twitched and swallowed, "Where did you sleep these days?"
"Sleep on the ground. My mind Lanyin prepared a quilt for me and I could sleep on it."
Feng Qingcang looked towards the corner of the wall, and saw that there was indeed a quilt spread flat on the ground in the corner of the wall. He turned to Lan Yin who was waiting outside the door and ordered, "Give me a quilt and a bed in my room.
And replaced it, purchased a new one. Then cleaned every corner of the room, a needle and no thread left."
"Yes." Lan Yin received the order and immediately stepped down. After half a cup of tea, four servants walked in and cleaned the entire room again.
A quarter of an hour later, the brand new bed and quilt were sent in and returned to its original position.
Xin Mo'er stepped aside and marveled at the speed of these people's work. She was worthy of being under the black fox and did nothing. She was pleased and smiled at Feng Qingcang, "Father, will you, from now on?"
I don’t have to learn from girls anymore?”
"Who said that?" Feng Qingcang corrected his face, "I just had someone move an empty room for you, but unfortunately there is no bed in that room. You will embroider the mandarin ducks playing in the water during the day.
, I came to sleep here at night. Nu Hong slept with both sides."
Xin Mo'er felt uncomfortable, "Can you not learn from the girl's beauty? I'm not an embroidery material at all. If you like the embroidery of mandarin ducks playing in the water, I can go out to buy you a basket. Be beautiful.
Beautiful, you need artistic conception and artistic conception. In short, you have everything you want, and it is always thousands of times more beautiful than what I embroidered."
Why bother to make things difficult for her? Xin Mo'er complained in her heart, but she didn't dare to confront him head-on. If she was not careful, he might really let her eat pig's head from now on.
She even asked Lan Yin to sneak out of the house on behalf of her and buy a pair of embroidered goods from outside to take them back to the house, and she was perfunctory to Feng Qingcang.
Feng Qingcang narrowed his eyes, "I don't want anyone, I just want it to embroider it." As if I had already seen her psychology, I added, "Don't make bad ideas, I want Lan Yin to leave the house for you."
I bought an embroidered mandarin duck play in the water and embroidery from outside. There are many ways to check the authenticity. One of the easiest ways is to let you re-emone a pair of the same one in front of me, with a little bit of it.
If you make a mistake, you will know what the result will be."
The thought that Xin Mo'er had just come up with her heart was instantly destroyed by him.
The embroidered wreath on the left hand was still not in front of it, but was placed on the back. Instead, he reached his right hand in front of him and looked at him with a pitiful look, "Father, look at my hand, big
All the big and small are holes, and I don’t know how much blood has been shed, it hurts so much.”
In fact, Xin Mo'er knew in her heart that although she has been diligent in the past few days, she has not reached the point of fighting life and death. She cherishes every inch of her skin very much.
Every needle and thread are carefully. Except for the previous beautiful nails, her hands were not traumatized, and she could not find any needle holes. However, her nails were originally thought to be long, but now they are broken.
She didn't want to trim it.
As the saying goes, your body and hair will be accepted by your parents. If your parents don’t love you, you can only love yourself. She has never had any great ambitions, but she has always cherished her body. She remembers that Grandpa Mao seemed to say
, The body is the capital of the revolution. Only by cherishing yourself can the revolution be motivated. What's more, the revolution has not been successful yet, and she is still under suppression. She has to cherish herself no matter how much she has to.
Feng Qingcang looked at her white hands, her eyes clearer. When she touched her broken nails, her expression calmed down a little. She walked to the drawer, took out her clippers, and returned to Xin Moer's.
In front of me, I took her right hand and trimmed her uneven nails bit by bit.
Xin Mo'er's face was a little burnt. It was the first time in two lives that she was being served to cut her nails. In the previous life, although grandma was waiting for her, she had never cut her nails.
She always sorted out such things herself.
"Other hand." Feng Qingcang put down her right hand, spread her hands, and gestured to her to extend her left hand and hand it to him to trim.
Xin Mo'er thought about the embroidery that was not formed with shameful hands, and immediately shook her head, "No need, I'll cut it myself."
"Give it to me." Feng Qingcang's tone was as cold as usual, and there was a sense of indifference that he could not refuse.