Dreaming back to the Qing Dynasty: Die Luo Chuchen

Chapter 8 Third-Rate Embroiderer
"Embroidery is just embroidering, why is it so mysterious. Let me see!" Xiaoqing stretched out her hand and was about to turn over the sewing basket. I hurriedly grabbed the embroidery cloth and hid it behind me, for fear that she would see my crappy work. "Not now, I'll show you when I'm done."

I was about to find a place to put it away, when suddenly, Xiaoqing snatched the embroidery from me, and said with a smile: "Is there anything to keep secret, you never embroidered like this before, come on, let me have a look Miss Mulan's craftsmanship is not inferior to Miss Lian's."

what!This bad girl, knowing that I have a good temper, dares to snatch things from me.Xiaoqing shook off the embroidered cloth and looked, the smile froze on her face.After staring for a long while, she looked at me with suspicion. "This, Miss, did you embroider this?"

The peony flowers embroidered before can be described as lifelike, penetrating into wood.I just added a vein, but it crawled on it like a centipede.Now, I regretted doing embroidery with so many things, so I rubbed my nose in embarrassment, and giggled guiltyly: "I told you I wouldn't let you see it, but you are so active."

Xiaoqing glanced at it angrily, and sighed helplessly: "Miss, even if you don't want to embroider, don't waste this piece of cloth. I don't know what to say about you if you make it like this."

"I really don't know how to embroider, and you won't believe me if I tell you."

"It's okay if you don't believe it, your needlework is worse than a three-year-old child." Xiaoqing put away the embroidery cloth discouragedly, complaining while tidying up. "What's the matter, I'm so sick that I can't even hold a needle. Now the girl's family can't do needlework or something. This thing has to be shown to others. I don't think the young lady should marry..."

Xiaoqing was more nagging than my mother. I couldn't help but roll my eyes and stick out my tongue secretly. "By the way, last time you said where is Zhang Tinglu's school?"

Anyway, idle is idle, I decided to go out for a walk, to see the ancient city scenery, customs and so on.I heard that Mulan's father will come today, and everyone in the son's house is busy making preparations, and no one will notice me.Go out of the gate and turn left, there are a few scattered vendors on both sides selling some things like rouge and gouache, and after a short walk, you arrive at an open space with a bluestone hut behind a willow forest.There was a intact kite by the roadside, I don't know who threw it here, but I picked it up.

The teacher's speech came from the school.I'd like to see what Zhang Tinglu looked like when she was studying!I tiptoed to the window and was about to look...Unexpectedly, I couldn't see anything because the window was covered with white paper.I dipped my finger in the drool and carefully poked a hole in the window paper.

Now I can see it more clearly. It turns out that there are more than a dozen young scholars sitting in this school. Ah, I saw the kid I saw yesterday.I saw him leaning on his chin and looking away, lost in thought.Ha, I caught my mind wandering in class!

Just as she was watching with enthusiasm, Zhang Tinglu suddenly turned her head to this side as if she had noticed something, and her eyes met me.

(End of this chapter)