Author: Huatang Embroidery Pavilion

"I have seen Fang Liangdi." Jasmine bowed her body in a regular manner.

Although Fang Xuan had doubts about her arrival, he still waved his hand with a smile on his face.

"No gift, why are you here? Zhou Shuren is just the time to need someone to serve him."

Moli also smiled, "I came here on the order of Shuren to ask Liangdi, you can help me."

"Help?" Fang Xuan looked at her in confusion, "Let me tell me what's going on?"

"It's not difficult, but we Shuren know that Liangdi, your daughter is very popular. Now, we Shuren wants to make a pair of tiger-head shoes for the young master who is not born, but this kind of thing cannot be embroidered well, so we let the

I took it here and asked Liang Di to give me some advice."

As he said that, as if he was remembering something, he waved his hand to explain.

"Don't get me wrong. It's not that we Shuren is unwilling to come in person. You really know that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince just ordered Shuren to take care of her baby and avoid going out, so he sent a slave."

Fang Xuan understood what she said.

But it would be better if Zhou Shuren didn't come. When the savers came, she would be inseparable from the fact that something happened to her.

So after Jasmine explained, Fang Yoon smiled indifferently.

"It's okay, how could I care about these people? Zhou Shuren is now a body, so it's right to be cautious."

After speaking, he asked Jasmine to come forward and show her the things.

Jasmine put half of the embroidered cloth from the small basket, then stood by and watched Fang Sun embroidering, and asked some small questions from time to time, which made her admire Fang Sun's craftsmanship very much.

After a cup of tea, the pattern and style of the tiger-head shoes became much more refined in Fang Yoon's hands.

"Okay, just take it back and follow the embroidery." Fang Yoon handed the thing back.

Jasmine took it and saluted with a smile.

"Thank you, Fang Liangdi, your skills are really superb. I dare to ask me to take a look at your handkerchief? I also want to learn to embroider."

As she said that, her eyes looked at the handkerchief that Fang Yoon used to stack.

That look was very sincere.

It's not uncommon. After all, nowadays, clothes and accessories are made by yourself. Unlike later generations who buy ready-made ones, you can find the same style. So when you see what you like, you want to see how it is made.

Everyone can use handkerchiefs, but there is no class division. Sometimes they will be rewarded to the maids, so it is not uncommon, so Fang Yoon is not stingy.

He asked Qingrong to show it to her directly.

Jasmine took a closer look and then returned it, thanked En and left.

However, after she left, Fang Yoon immediately put away his gentle and kind smile and gave Qingrong and Yanwei serious instructions.

"Zhou Shuren is deeply thoughtful and has never been close to me. Although today's things seem to be fine, I'm still more alert and don't ask others to use this opportunity to make a fuss."

In fact, she could have just given a veil to Jasmine, but she thought that her things were inconvenient to take them to Zhou Shuren, so she didn't give them.

Even when she was just changing the style, she used the things she brought from Jasmine, and she didn't even take out her own needle and thread. In fact, if she wanted to embroider better, she would have to change the color of the thread, but

It wasn't embroidered for her own children, so there was no need to be so careful.

There is nothing to do and it is easy to get into trouble.

Qingrong and Yanwei are also careful people. Now they are both Zheng and keep this matter in mind.

After arranging this matter, Fang Yoong took out Pei Yaoshang's chess record and read it.

I originally wanted to embroider the double-sided embroidery, but after a while, I struggled with Zhou Shuren's embroidery, and now I don't want to take a needle.

But playing chess is also a brain-consuming task.

After watching for a while, I felt that it was not good to just watch it, so I asked Yuanhe to find the chessboard and face it with him.

I even thought about some fun.

This time I spent the morning hours. After lunch, I felt tired and went to the inner room to lie down.

The woman in the back home has no entertainment activities, so taking a nap is also a way to pass the time.

But I didn't expect that I would have a dream when I fell asleep.

Maybe it was because I had come into contact with Zhou Shuren during the day, and my mind was a little vague, and I dreamed of my aunt Song, who had been dead for many years.

It was still the small courtyard in Fang Mansion. The peach trees in the southeast corner of the yard were full of pink petals, and they seemed to cover the entire courtyard, making everything look so dreamy.

Song was wearing a small lotus-green jacket with a pleated skirt of the same color. He was carrying a small bamboo basket in his hand and was picking petals from the tree.

For many years, after my aunt passed away, except for the first year I could still dream about her, and until now, it has been six years since my aunt has never dreamed again.

At this moment, Song's face appeared so clearly in the dream, with a gentle smile as before.

"Ah Yoon, why don't you come and help your aunt carry the basket. The peach blossoms are blooming well. My aunt picked them and made them into peach blossom crisps for you to eat."

"Auntie."

Fang Xuan called out blankly. She could feel that she was dreaming, but the dream was so real that she felt that she was back to the past.

"What's wrong? Come quickly. Don't be lazy later. You have to help your aunt get a good date!"

Song waved to her, smiling all over her eyes.

At this moment, Fang Xuan no longer wanted to pay attention to whether this was a dream. He just wanted to touch his mother's temperature, so he immediately took a step over.

But just as she was about to touch Song, the sky suddenly darkened and the whole sky lost its brightness, gloomy and wet.

Looking at the scenery in front of me, I saw that Song was pressed on a long bench and could not struggle. On the ground next to me, peach blossoms were scattered all over the ground, covered with mud.

The legitimate mother, Zhao, coldly directed the two servants to hit Song's body with a thick wooden board.

In an instant, Song's waist and hips bloomed with flesh, and blood dyed the dress red, which was a hundred times more dazzling than peach blossoms.

"Auntie!" Fang Xuan exclaimed.

She was about to pounce on her and resist Song, but she penetrated her straight, unable to touch anyone at all, and the others seemed to be unable to see her, as if she was just a ghost.

Fang Yoon was unwilling to give up, and screamed like crazy, but it had no effect at all. He could only watch Song's beating like a ragged doll, gradually losing his anger.

She wanted to hug her aunt and let her open her eyes and look at her again, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not touch her.

Even though she was already in tears, the only person in the world who truly loved her would never gently wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes. She called out softly, Ah Yoon, don't cry.

The scene in front of me was blurred by tears, and people gradually became blurred, and there seemed to be anxious calls in my ears.

"Legitimate, Liangdi, girl, wake up. I am Qingrong, girl, girl!"

Immediately afterwards, there was a low and powerful voice of a man.

"Fang Yoon, wake up, Fang Yoon!"

Perhaps the man's voice was more penetrating, or perhaps she was about to wake up, and at this moment, she finally slowly opened her eyes and saw many people standing by the couch.

The leader is Pei Yao, and Qingrong is also attached to the front, Yan Wei, Yuanhe, and Hong Zheng are all there.

Fang Yoon was a little confused, raised his hand and touched his face, and touched a large area of ​​wetness.

Is she crying so hard?
Chapter completed!