Chapter Seventy-Seven: Results Announced

Chen Fan'er didn't know that Su Qiaoxin noticed her answer. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info She still double-checked what she had written, then looked up and double-checked the details in the embroidery to make sure it was correct.

The green smoke was curling, and the time for the assessment was soon coming to an end.

At this time, Luo Yi, as the examiner, asked Deng Xingwei: "Lord Deng, I heard that you love to collect famous embroidery. This picture of the goshawk snow mountain, can it still be seen? ā€

Deng Xingwei originally focused on Deng Yourong, but when he was asked like that, he immediately smelled the officialdom's conspiracy and asked.

"Lord Luo's words have tormented the officials. Su-sama's embroidery skills are top-notch, and this work is naturally better than any embroidery in my house. ā€

"Oh? Then I don't know how many obvious mistakes Master Deng has seen, and how many hidden mistakes have been found? Luo Yi asked in an upward tone with interest.

Feng Feijue sat between the two, listening to the conversation, feeling funny in his heart. There is always a fight in the Terran officialdom, and sometimes they don't know what the purpose of the fight is, and they don't care about the result, just to fight for a breath.

Linhai County is the selection point for embroidery girls, and there are two girls missing in the primary election, which is the dereliction of duty of Futai; As an examiner sent from the Imperial City, Luo Yi naturally wanted to find this field.

Deng Xingwei did not carefully observe the details of embroidery, and when he was asked, he hurriedly began to study embroidery.

After the sandalwood in the incense burner was completely exhausted, the eight beauties each put down the brush in their hands.

Deng Xingwei was a little embarrassed, because Luo Yi had been staring at him with questioning eyes, and he could only cough a few times and replied: "I'm ashamed and ashamed, the lower officials are not good at learning, but they only see five obvious mistakes, and they can't find out the secret mistakes." ā€

There was someone in the hall who began to collect the exam papers, Su Qiao nodded with satisfaction, and also participated in the conversation between the two adults.

"It's not easy for Lord Deng to find out all the clear mistakes."

"Oh? yes, a fluke. Deng Xingwei was happy in his heart, he actually just reported a random number, but he didn't expect to be right.

When the people in the audience heard that there were five clear mistakes, their faces looked a little uneasy.

Soon, all the exam papers were collected in Su Qiaoxin's hands. I saw that she simply flipped through it, and she already knew it by heart.

"You learn embroidery, and you can be regarded as having a relationship with this official. Regardless of the results, this official will correct five bright mistakes, six hidden errors and one mistake in the whole embroidery on the spot, and I hope you will be inspired. ā€

The so-called clear error refers to the wrong choice of color line, wrong choice of stitch and other obvious mistakes.

Su Qiaoxin pinched a silver needle, walked off the stage, and raised her hand to pick out a red thread on the tail of the goshawk. The goshawk in the work is white all over and has a gray tail, so this red is obviously wrong.

The goshawk that was picked up from the red line screamed, and it actually circled and flew in the embroidery, and it stopped after a while.

"Whether you can embroider living things or not, the details are very important, and there can be no mistakes." Su Qiaoxin explained as she walked to the position of a grass.

The grass looked a little abrupt compared to the plant next to it, and if you looked closely, you could see that one of the threads was half a point longer, and it was entangled with the other.

This time, Su Qiaoxin didn't explain more, and directly wiped the excess thread with her hands.

In this way, one mistake after another disappeared under the improvement of Su Qiaoxin, and if it was related to the problem of needlework, she would occasionally mention a few words.

Including Chen Fan'er, the eight little girls listened very carefully, and they already knew how many things they did right and how many things they got wrong, but they didn't know if they could enter the semifinals.

At this time, Su Qiaoxin walked under a rock in the embroidery picture.

She looked at Chen Fan'er and asked curiously, "How did you see that this stone embroidery method was wrong?" ā€

The mistake Su Qiaoxin said was an unintentional mistake she made herself.

All eyes converged on Chen Fan'er, some appreciative, some suspicious, and even hostile.

Chen Fan'er was only slightly stunned, not stage frightened, and pointed to the stone and said: "The snow water flows downstream, and over the years, the stone should be corroded, and the shape of this stone looks a little abrupt, as if it is not naturally made." ā€

Deng Yourong was originally unconvinced, but after hearing Chen Fan'er say that, and taking a closer look, he did find that this rock was a little discordant.

"It's not easy for you to spot this mistake." Su Qiao smiled knowingly, flew out of two silver needles in his hand, and began to re-embroider the rock, when the silver needles flew away, she added and explained: "The embroidery method of this stone, the selection of embroidery thread itself is not wrong or missing, the mistake is that the whole stone is reversed, in fact, this mistake has occurred at the time of the initial drawing, if it is not for the delicate perception of the natural environment, I am afraid it is difficult to detect." ā€

As he spoke, the silver needle had flown back into Su Qiaoxin's cuffs. And the whole embroidered brocade began to move again, the goshawk flew, the snow melted, the yellow flowers bloomed, and the water drops stone.

This time it feels more immersive, and there is no disobedience in the vision.

Su Qiaoxin glanced at Feng Feijue, and when she saw him nodding, she waved her hand.

All the scenes were still in the embroidery, and the brocade slowly closed and slowly floated behind Feng Feijue.

The eight women re-established themselves in two rows, put their hands in front of their lower abdomen, and bowed slightly, waiting for the results.

Su Qiaoxin put the four papers that were selected to be qualified and put them in front of Feng Feijue's eyes, and motioned for him to look at them.

Deng Xingwei wanted to get a glimpse of the result, but unfortunately the roll was turned side up, and the lid of the box was on the table.

Feng Feijue smiled slightly, did not review the examination papers, and said simply: "Aunt Qiao, you just announce it." ā€

"Wechen obeys." Then, she picked up the exam paper again, walked in front of the eight people, and announced: "The four selected people are: Nangong Sixteen, find out nine places, and make a mistake." ā€

Nangong Sixteen bowed, no matter how calm she was, her cheeks began to flush slightly, because the first one to announce was the first in the preliminary round.

"Deng Yourong, find out eight places, and make one mistake."

Deng Yourong's expression remained unchanged, but she was a little annoyed, she thought she was sure to win the first place, but she was unexpectedly compared to the country girl.

"Cao Xiaoyan, find out eight places, and make one mistake."

Cao Xiaoyan saluted respectfully, and her expression was more calm; In contrast, Deng Yourong's face was even more ugly, not only was he not the first, but he was also ranked tied for second. Shame, great shame.

"The last ......" Su Qiaoxin raised her head and deliberately looked at everyone's faces.

Everyone else had gray faces, probably knowing that they were hopeless, but Gu Qingbo and Chen Fan'er bit their lips lightly, and seemed to be a little nervous.

In fact, the fourth place is also tied, Gu Qingbo and Cheng Fan'er both found eight places and made two mistakes. It's just that Cheng Fan'er found out that the mistake was not noticed by the official, so it was counted as an additional one. ā€

Chen Fan'er breathed a sigh of relief, so it sounded like she should be stable; And Gu Qingbo's face turned from blue to white, but she still held on, there was no final result, she would not give up!

"Fourth place, Cheng Fan'er."

"Slap ......" Gu Qingbo fainted on the spot.