Last year's Lantern Festival, the emperor invited his ministers and family members into the palace to watch the drama, and Su Baixi drew a plum blossom makeup with ingenuity, which attracted the harem concubines and everyone to follow suit, and it became a good story for a while.

"She dares to do it against our big house, you see, she won't be proud for long, tomorrow the prince comes, she will make a big mistake." The eldest lady dissipated her breath when she thought about it, picked up the hot tea on the side, and took a sip slowly.

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Coming out of the old lady, Su Yueming had a smile in her eyes, and her hand was holding the hot ginger bag on her chest.

When she left for the old lady, she drank two bowls of hot ginger soup, and asked Lu Rong to make a hot bag and stick it to her heart in advance.

She sat in it for a while, and naturally her body heated up and her cheeks flushed.

Therefore, she did not have a fever at all, but a fever, which wiped the back of her neck, wet, and sweaty.

Returned to the Jade Tea Garden.

She asked Lu Rong and Red Plum to find silk and embroidery thread, and prepared to embroider something.

Hongmei asked a little puzzled, "Third Miss, the old lady has already said that she wants to buy you clothes and shoes, what do you want these for?" ”

"Idle is idle, be a female worker."

In the previous life, from the day they met, every year she would embroider a sachet for Xuanyuan Qiche as a New Year's gift.

Not only that, but the robes and boots he wore were also sewn by her staying up late with stitches and threads.

Because his skin is very picky about fabrics and silk threads, and if he doesn't use the right materials, his skin will have a rash, and she is not at ease when he is put on his subordinates, so she will spend two full months every year preparing several sets of robes, boots, etc. that he will wear in a year.

I often stay up dizzy, and I can't take a break.

However, she never felt tired, because of love, but was willing. Every time she thinks of her beloved wearing the clothes she sews with her own hands, she feels very happy and happy.

Her tender hands, which were originally skinned like clotted cream, also lost their luster in the sewing and mending day after day, year after year, because the blood that was often pricked by needles flowed, and her ten fingertips were covered with pinholes, and the whole hand was rough.

However, she didn't mind, so she naively thought that Xuanyuan Qiche, who had gone through so many difficult years with her, didn't mind, she thought that he was different from other men, and he wouldn't mind these outward things.

But she was wrong!

It's so wrong!

"Su Yueming, I'm tired of your ugly face for a long time!" His look of disgust appeared in front of her again.

Hehe, it's not just disgusted with her face! Her calloused hands, her scarred neck, her whole body, he was extremely disgusted!

It's really embarrassing for him, he can endure it for so long!

"Third Miss, Third Miss, you, what's wrong with you, doesn't it hurt?"

Hongmei's screaming voice sounded in her ears, she suddenly came back to her senses, and when she looked down, she realized that she was thinking too much and hating too deeply, and unconsciously pricked the needle to her fingertips.

She didn't even feel pain!

"Lu Rong, hurry up, hurry up, come over with a handkerchief!" Hongmei hurriedly pulled out the needle, a small stream of blood flowed out, and the silk under her hand was dyed red, looking like a blood plum, beautiful and desolate.

Lu Rong hurriedly took a handkerchief and bandaged her hands, and couldn't help complaining, "Third Miss, why don't you take care of yourself so much, it must be very painful." ”