"Wang~~~" A dog barked and a small snow-white figure ran over and rubbed on Huo Xing's legs. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Young Master Ah Xing forgives the sin, and the slave will take the rice balls out." The little girl hurriedly gave a salute in the spring, squatted down and picked up the rice balls.

Huo Xing knew that Luo Jinyan loved to be clean, and he couldn't see **** dog urine in the yard, so he had to walk the dog four times a day in the spring, and now at this time, it was the first time every day.

"Does your lady know how to make flower dew?" He asked.

"Yes!" Spring and honor, such as a number of treasures said, "The eldest lady said that the flower dew she made is the best, even the imperial flower dew is not as good as what she makes; The eldest lady not only knows how to make flower dew, she can also make fragrance, the dream soul incense she blends can work, last time Sister Xiaohan had a headache, she used the dream soul incense not only to sleep well, but also to have a headache; The eldest lady can also make ink, by the way, the butterfly kite in our house is also made by the eldest lady, Xia Zhi's sister said, the eldest lady makes a kite better than the Li family's kite. ”

Chunfen is a very clever little girl, she speaks like fried beans, and her voice is full of emotion, but it is a headache in Huo Xing's ears.

Is that what you're interested in?

It seems that when she was in Wuxi, she took her teacher to learn to make pots, and paid two hundred taels of tuition for this, only three days of study, and the father and daughter each made a delicate teapot, which made those masters amazed. The teacher also said that it was cheaper than hiring a master......

Huo Xing suddenly found that his teacher was too pampered with pity.

He doesn't know how his grandmother and mother will react if they find out that Xi Xi not only can't be a female celebrity, but also fiddles with these things all day long?

The Huo family has always been a simple housekeeper.

A burst of roses came from the scent of Tang Yuan.

He knew that the flower dew used by the women was sold in crystal bottles for ten taels of silver each.

I bought more than 100 pots of flowers, but I didn't know how many bottles of flower dew I could make, so I used it to bathe her cats and dogs.

He really can't afford to marry such a daughter-in-law, and he can't afford to raise it.

He knew that his teacher held the whole house by himself, and his family background was very thick, and he knew how rich the Li family in Yangzhou was, and it was a pity that there would be a rich dowry, but he didn't want to rely on his wife's dowry to make up for it.

Luo Jinyan was already directing the maids to pick flowers and extract flower juice to make flower dew.

When she was in the palace, this was one of the pleasures she used to pass the time, in Changping, Mrs. Chen was good at planting flowers and plants, and she had learned the skills of making flower dew from her regardless of her identity, but she tried several times without success, and she regretted it when she got the deer, Luo Jinyan remembered that her birthday was in September, and she wanted to make a few bottles of flower dew for her as a birthday gift.

She was busy here with her maids, and she didn't know the troubles she had brought to Huo Xing because of her flower dew, and she didn't expect this to happen. From childhood to adulthood, every time she made flower dew and spices, Luo Shao was very appropriatory, and told her that Li also liked to fiddle with these things when he was alive, and he was just a country boy at that time, and Li taught him how to taste incense.

Therefore, she never thought that these hobbies of hers would be a big deal.

Two days later, she was called to the study by Luo Shao, and when she saw her father looking at her with a worried face, she felt that something was wrong.

"Dad, what's wrong?" She asked.

Luo Shao sighed: "Daddy asked someone to invite an embroidery master on Suzhou Street, and after two **** came to the house to guide your female red, you arrange a place for her to live." ”

"Embroiderer? Teach me to be a female red? Luo Jinyan was a little surprised, did her father take the wrong medicine?

"You have to get married eventually, you don't know how to be a female celebrity, even if you have a needlewoman, but you have to be able to sew a few stitches yourself." Although Luo Shao also thinks it's not a big deal, he doesn't want the female celebrity to become a defect of his daughter, his daughter is perfect.

"I'll be a female celebrity, I'm just too lazy to do it, I'll hurt my eyes, good daddy, you don't want me to be old and dizzy when I'm young." Luo Jinyan was a little angry.

"When did you learn to be a female red, my father has never invited a special master to teach you." Luo Shao was suspicious.

"When Chang Gui's daughter-in-law taught the little girl needlework, I learned it by looking at it." Of course, she can't say that she would have done it in her previous life, even if she said it, her father wouldn't believe it.

"Chang Gui's daughter-in-law is a country woman, what can she do, my father invited you to an embroidery master from Jiangnan, and the annual bundle repair costs three hundred taels."

Three hundred taels?

"So much silver, why don't you ask a female master to teach me martial arts, I want to learn martial arts." Since she followed Qin Jue over the wall on the night of the Shangyuan Festival, she wanted to learn martial arts, but the guards in the house were all men, and now she wanted to divert her father's attention, but she thought of asking a female master to learn martial arts.

If you were another father, you would definitely not agree.

But as she wished, Luo Shao actually agreed.

"It's okay, Daddy can't protect you for a lifetime, and when you get married in the future, if someone has the courage to bully you, you just have to beat you up." After speaking, he remembered that his daughter was going to marry the Huo family, and the Huo family's poetry was heirloom, how could he bully his daughter, and couldn't help laughing.

But that's how it was settled.

It's just that the female master wants to be invited, and the embroidery master is also invited.

Luo Jinyan was very depressed, she called the pothos and wisteria over and asked for a long time, only to know that Huo Xing had talked with her father for half an hour.

As soon as Luo Shao went to Shangya the next day, she got up early in the morning and asked Huo Xing to invite Huo Xing to her father's yard.

There was a stone table and a stone bench next to the pomegranate tree, and when Huo Xing came in, he saw Luo Jinyan's face covered with frost.

He had never seen Luo Jinyan like this.

"Brother Ah Xing, now my father wants to ask the embroidery master to teach me female red, are you satisfied?" Luo Jinyan's first sentence was this.

"Can a woman not learn to be a girl?" Huo Xing's brows furrowed into Sichuan characters.

Luo Jinyan made a look, and the summer solstice on the side brought embroidered bandages.

Luo Jinyan didn't speak, and embroidered it with stitches and threads.

Huo Xing stood in front of the stone table and looked at Luo Jinyan embroidered in astonishment.

She wore a begonia red home-style jacket, a moon-white red skirt, combed a double snail bun, and inserted two beaded flowers in the shape of peony flowers.

She looked half-bowed, and from his point of view, her long eyelashes formed a beautiful arc on her snow-white cheeks, and her embroidered gesture was even more beautiful, like a still fine stroke.

Such a focused and beautiful pity is something Huo Xing has never seen, in his impression, the pity is just a delicate little girl.

He stood like this, watching her embroider, all around him silently, and the sound of falling needles could be heard, and she sat there unmoved, like a flowering tree by the water in spring, quietly open, gentle and pleasant.

At this moment, Huo Xing suddenly understood, in fact, it didn't matter whether she would be a female celebrity or not, it really didn't matter at all.

"It's a pity, don't embroider, I'll go and tell my teacher that I won't invite a master for you." An hour later, he couldn't hold back any longer, and finally spoke out loud.

Luo Jinyan raised his head, cut the silk thread with brass scissors, and glanced at him silently, his voice was flat and cold: "It's late, I've finished embroidering." ”

The embroidered bandage in his hand was thrown in front of him, and on it was a blooming peony, blooming proudly and wantonly.

(To be continued.) )