"What's more important is that only Mr. Zhong can support this kind of don't worry grass. No one, even according to Mr. Zhong's method, can grow buds. How can people imitate it? "
The crowd nodded.
"Yes... I heard that the king wanted to plant don't worry grass. He asked Zhong for seeds and invited a group of top horticulturists. As a result, he didn't raise any farts. The seeds were all rotten in the soil."
"Let's see." The man raised his cloth and aimed it at the light.
Slightly side in the past, the original light yellow cloth, turned into lavender, and then one side, and instantly turned black.
It's like juggling. It's amazing.
A piece of cloth, mottled color.
"Did you see that? This is Zhong Lao's unique skill. He weaves several different colors of thread into a piece of cloth. From different directions, the color of the cloth will also change. This wonderful and complicated weaving method is only Zhong Lao's own in the whole country. Moreover, Zhong Lao never takes apprentices to teach. Even if others want to imitate it, they can't imitate it! "
People's looks were gradually occupied by consternation.
"It's really Zhong Lao's cloth!"
"Come on, touch it for me. I dream of looking at the old clock's cloth."
"Be careful, don't touch it. It's more valuable than a rare treasure!"
They were very careful, and they were very excited and incoherent.
"Enough of that?"
An indifferent voice came.
They all looked at Xiang Yunci.
She copied her pocket with one hand and tilted her head, with a look of dispersion and impatience.
The man held the cloth in both hands and handed it to Yunci.
Ye meipan suddenly came forward to take it, and bent her eyebrows with a smile: "we ah CI really have a heart to prepare such a big gift."
The people's eyes at Yunci became totally different, with surprise, doubt, curiosity and admiration.
Cloud words slightly squint eyes, squint at ye meipan hand cloth, feel some funny.
A rag, as for it?
Ruan Feiyue clenched his fists and clenched his back teeth. He was so angry.
Does Yunci have Zhong Lao's cloth?
How could that be!
Did she steal it?
In everyone's heart, there are the same questions, even ye nianrui frowned.
Why on earth can such a little girl have Zhong Lao's cloth?
This is incredible!
The party went on as usual.
But more and more people come to talk to Yunci, while Ruan Feiyue is left out in the cold.
Ruan Feiyue almost cried.
From birth to now, she has been the focus and the protagonist wherever she goes. How ever has she been treated like this.
Her self-esteem and pride, as if she had been trampled into the soil!
Yunci has always been lonely and cold in character.
At this moment, surrounded by the crowd, she frowned and was very dry. Her fierce eyes swept the crowd, and she was ready to go upstairs.
At this time, not far away came a cry of surprise.
"Get out of the way!"
The crowd looked sideways.
In the middle of the hall, a delicate chandelier suddenly drops. Ye nianrui has no time to dodge and is hit by a bang.
be caught off guard.
The hall was in a mess.
"Dad
"Grandfather!"
"Ye Lao Ye!"
Accompanied by the scream of panic, people rush to ye nianrui's side, hurriedly remove the chandelier on his body, want to check his injury.
Cloud words quickly walk past, cold voice way: "don't move him first."
The crowd panicked and ignored her.
Cloud words sink facial expression, sternly roar: "I let you don't move him!"
In a word, it's an instant shock to everyone.
The scene finally quieted down.
It was like a ghost, and people really froze and did not dare to move.