Chapter 267

"I'd like to, for the sake of the village... For the sake of the girl, I'd like to go up the sword mountain and down the fire sea."

Li Niang said sincerely.

Bai Yinling hears the speech, the heart follows down.

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It rained heavily for three days in a row. On the fourth day, the weather gradually cleared up. The sun is rising, but the heat is not as good as it used to be.

"Oh dear!"

White if Tong exclaimed, embroider needle poke finger abdomen, several blood beads bloom on green square handkerchief. With his fingers in his mouth, Bai Rutong looks at Jing Xian plaintively. Her eyes are so painful that they are about to pile up water mist.

"Don't you want to be careful?" Is playing the strings of the quiet Xian faint sigh, worried to hold her hand. Fortunately, it's not deep enough. There's no blood left.

"It's hard to be a girl." Bai ruotong half leans on the soft collapse and sighs in his mouth.

The damned Gu Yanqing insisted that she embroider a square handkerchief for her. From yesterday to today, her little hands have been poked out several holes.

"You're so good at cooking. Why are you so bad at it?" Jing Xian shakes her head helplessly and picks up the square handkerchief on the table, which is clamped by the frame. The green bamboo embroidered on it is in a mess, and the stitches are vulgar. Even a stone embroidered with potholes seems to have been bitten.

"How can things that have never been touched be ingenious." Bai ruotong murmured.

Since that day she was threatened by Gu Yanqing, the next day she went to work in the embroidery room. However, although they know how to sew, they don't know how to teach.

In desperation, Bai ruotong has to come to huayuelou to consult Jingxian.

Jingxian is skillful in hand and mouth. In a few words, Bai ruotong learns to use needles. Although she knows how to use flower needles, she has no basic skills, and her embroidery is still a mess.

"You don't have the pattern of green bamboo and ink painting in your mind, even if you still draw gourd, you can't embroider it. You'd better start with something you like. Only if you have a picture in your heart can you embroider it. How can you embroider like you? " Jingxian sighed and comforted her.

"What's your favorite pattern?" Bai Rutong was stunned. He lowered his head and thought for a while. He raised his head and said, "is food OK?"

Jingxian covered her lips with a smile: "as long as it's embroidered by you, your highness will like it."

"Do you think I'm embroidering stewed chicken? Or embroider seasonal vegetables? Or how about boiled meat? " Bai Rutong said in distress.

"Whatever you like." Jing Xian had nothing to say but smile.

"Squeak..."

The door was pushed open and a woman in red came in. Looking at Jingxian and Bai Rutong, she said with a smile, "girl, come to talk to Jingxian again today?"

"Yes, Madame, do you think I come too often?" Bai ruotong asked with a smile.

"I don't think so. If you want to come, you'll be our guest in Huayue building. I don't have time to welcome you, old lady. How can you give up?" The boss's wife, Shen Shi, is approaching middle age. She has a round arm and a thick waist, but she is kind-hearted. She only asks for money and does not go black.

"Since the landlady said so, I feel relieved." Bai ruotong smiles and answers in a delicate voice.

After a warm greeting, Shen's eyes fell on Jing Xian and said with a strong smile, "Jing Xian, you are invited to play a song. You should prepare first. I'll wait for you outside the room."

Walking to the door, Shen turned back and added: "girl, wait a moment, just play two pieces and then return."

Bai ruotong nodded.

Jingxian picks up guqin, says goodbye to Bai Rutong, and then quietly pushes the door open. As soon as she left, Bai ruotong bowed his head again and busily embroidered the handkerchief.