The Dreamer in the Spring Boudoir

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Jiman gorged and ate, no food at all, his face was covered with rice grains, and he held chicken legs in his hands to escape a bandit. Feeling a sly look, she looked up at her and looked at her with a sinister look: "Frankly eat!"

Shaking and shaking, I didn't dare to look back. I don't know if it is her illusion. I always feel that the current master is much gentler than before, but it is still fierce and still looks like the previous one.

After eating the chicken and rice, Ji Man felt that life was satisfied, and gave the endgame to the cockroach to clean up and lay back to sleep.

On the first night of this strange world, Jiman undoubtedly dreamt of Nie Sang.

This poor and hateful woman floated in her dreams with a white face, faintly said: "You are coming to fulfill my wish for me, fulfill my wish, send me a reincarnation, you can go back."

Jiman can't wait to give her a slap in the face. The stupid female second, she killed herself and asked her to change her ending.

"Help me, what good is it for me?"

Nie Sangyu looked at her dumbly and said: "Don't help me, you can't go back."

Jiman: "..."

The meaning is that she is caught free to work, can not achieve the purpose, she can not return to her beautiful modern, but have to stay here?

Taking a deep breath and breathing deeply, Jiman thinks that people can't be compared with ghosts. They can only press their temper and ask her: "What is your wish?"

Nie Sangqi did not say a word, one turned, the shadow gradually faded.

gone?

Jiman is so jaw-dropping, don't you play like this? Didn't tell her what she wanted, how could she get it done?

Woke up the next day, Jiman sat on the table with two dark circles. From the outside end, a bowl of porridge and a dish of pickles came in, closed the door, and whispered: "The master, Hou Ye ordered that you continue to think about it in January, so you don't have to go to the new lady."

Jiman nodded, not asking for peace, she still hasn't figured out who is going to harm her at the wedding. Nothing knows the past, and you must lose yourself.

"This is breakfast?" Looking down at the porridge in the bowl, a small bowl, not enough to sew. Fortunately, she went to steal the chicken yesterday.

He bowed his head: "They said that the slaves are going late today, only there is such a thing... you will use the master."

Jiman is not hungry and waved: "You eat, I was too full yesterday. I don't do anything while staying in the house, I won't be hungry for the time being."

I looked back at the pile of things in the corner and whispered: "The master and you haven't finished the embroidery. It's a waste of things. You still have to eat first. The slaves go to the kitchen early at noon, and then give you more. come back."

Embroidery? Jiman stunned: "What embroidery?"

"Hou told me that during the period of thinking, you have to embroider two hundred handkerchiefs out to the people in the house." Xiao Xiao said: "Hou Ye said that the house does not raise idlers."

Jiman slammed his head and thought about it. This Nie Sangqi had no other skill, that is, embroidery was a must, and the embroidered things were vivid and they had to be praised by the emperor. Dare to be a stranger, is this waste utilization, crushing the labor force?

"How many pieces have I embroidered now?"

"Return to the master, one has not yet been embroidered." He honestly replied: "You didn't say that last time, no one in the house used your embroidered parch, so it has been shelved..."

Jiman’s mouth was pumped: “What about the embroidery?”

苜蓿 Look at her strangely: "Liu Yan said last time, do not embroider the sun, can only eat breakfast and lunch every day, dinner is no share."

In the first month, Nie Sangqi was killed and not embroidered. She ate something too bad. She didn't eat it. She cried all day and hung herself into the skinny.

Jiman turned a blind eye and was able to make a dinner. Why not do it?

But now the problem is coming, she will not embroider.

Seeing that she had been staring at the stretcher and embroidered frame in the corner, she took everything over. There are also two hundred white and clean scorpions in the linen bag next to it, without patterns. There are a lot of colored lines, and the needle shed is also densely tied with needles.

Jiman tried to pick up the embroidery needle and smacked her to put the scorpion in the stretch. Some accidentally looked at her: "Do the master want to embroider?"

"Well..." Jiman was still thinking about how to embroider, but his hand suddenly shook, then he skillfully dropped the first needle on the scorpion, then got a sly head, and the stitches were extremely good.

The hand is still your own hand, and the fee is still your own strength, you can let it stop by yourself. But Jiman found that this hand was born to be embroidered.

Or, Nie Sang is still in her body, and this body has an instinctive reaction to embroidery.

Nie Sang, who is reluctant to starve to death and is not willing to embroider, is now willing to help her embroider? Jiman feels incredible, but it is just like this. If you embroider the sun, you are not afraid of being hungry!

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