Feng sat quietly on the shelf bed, with a lilac brocade quilt on his lap, without saying a word.

Linglong asked people to move the table of the eight immortals in the hall in, put it in front of the shelf bed, and spread a piece of grass-green material on the table, holding a piece of powder in one hand and a wooden ruler in the other, seemingly talking to himself, and as if he said to Feng Shi on the bed: "Su is popular in the capital, and there are twenty-four Hunan skirts in fashion, but I only wear twelve, and these twenty-four are worn on the body, will they look bloated?" “

While cutting the Hunan skirt, he was still nagging: "Is it better to embroider honeysuckle flowers, or to embroider lotus flowers?" Or embroider a bush of bluegrass? ”

After drawing with a piece of powder, she held the scissors but didn't dare to cut it, muttering: "It's the first time I've cut twenty-four pieces, and I don't know if it's cut like this."

Her hand holding the scissors trembled slightly, hesitating, but she just didn't dare to cut it.

I simply put down the brass scissors and held my chin to look at the material in a daze.

Suddenly, one hand picked up the scissors, the hand was pale and thin, Linglong was happy in her heart, and raised her eyes.

Feng Shi didn't know when he had already gotten off the bed and stood in front of the Eight Immortals table: "The cutting method of the twenty-four and twelve is the same, the waist is tightened here, and the bottom is opened, so that it looks good when you wear it." ”

Linglong stared at Feng, but Feng didn't look at her, his attention was on the piece of clothing.

The scissors fell on the fabric, making a soft clattering sound, Linglong's heart thumped, she endured her surprise, and asked softly: "Is it embroidered honeysuckle flowers beautifully, or embroidered lotus flowers?" ”

Feng didn't raise his eyes, and muttered: "Of course, it's embroidered honeysuckle flowers, and the wisps of patterns are embroidered on the skirt, and the skirt is smart." ”

The room was silent. Fang Cai was still talking and laughing, and no one dared to speak at this time, holding his breath and listening to the kung fu that Feng taught his daughter about needlework.

Maybe she didn't know that the person in front of her was her daughter, she was just immersed in her own world.

In the past, there were her children in her world, as well as the hated Feng Wanrong, but now there is one more. That's the female red.

Linglong remembered that Fen Niang had talked about it. Her mother's female red is very ordinary, but she is good at dressing up, drawing patterns and embroidering patterns by herself. He even painted his own jewelry and let the silver building make it.

Thinking of this, she said a few words in Xingyu's ear, and Xingyu rushed out. After a while, he came in with pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

Feng had already cut the skirt. Began to be in a daze again.

Linglong took the cut materials to the mother-in-law to sew, and she put the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table of the Eight Immortals, but said nothing.

Thanks to Fen Niang, she can know Feng's hobbies. She was only four years old when she and Feng separated. In one of the few memories, only my mother loved to eat lychees and attend banquets.

From that day on, she and her maids sewed clothes and did needlework in Feng's house. From time to time, Feng picked up a pen and scribbled on the paper.

Unlike Linglong's conjecture, Feng's drawing was not a pattern. It's just a simple graffiti, and I don't know what she's drawing, and it often makes her face and clothes covered with ink.

Sometimes, when she is happy to draw, she will shout and scream, and when she is done, she will laugh and continue to paint.

Sister-in-law Agen, Qin Fei and Liuzhu have been serving the Feng family for a while, but these Feng families, they are also seeing these Feng for the first time.

Even Linglong was surprised. She was even glad that she couldn't go back to the capital because of the homeless, so she would find such a mother.

Either way, it's all going in a good direction.

She took another ten taels of silver to Liuzhu: "This silver is for my mother to buy pen, ink, paper and inkstone, don't be reluctant, follow her painting and write, you work hard, just wash her clothes diligently, if it can't be washed with ink, forget it, and sew a new one." ”

But soon, Feng was not satisfied with just drawing on paper, she took a pen and drew on the wall, on the ground, and once on Agen's face.

When Jin Shun's daughter-in-law came, she saw Feng Shi scribbling on the wall, she was taken aback, peeked at Miss Five, and saw Miss Five's face smiling, her eyes were like blue waves in the sun, shining brightly. She didn't ask any more questions, but said to Liuzhu: "There is ready-made white ash in the house, and when you need to paint the house, the girl just tells me." ”

Liu Zhu smiled: "It's not necessary for the time being, first let the third wife paint all over the room." ”

Linglong has been in a good mood these days, and there is no news of even letting people visit the city gate, she is not in a hurry to go back, and she feels that it is good to live here.

Feng was tired of painting, and lay on his back on the shelf bed and fell asleep, still holding a sheep's hair pen dripping with ink in his hand.

Linglong breathed a long sigh of relief, she hadn't been to the Fog Pavilion for a long time, and she happened to go to the Fog Pavilion to see while she was living in Zhuangzi.

All along, those two words on the fog pavilion were her goal. If she didn't have these two words, she wouldn't have worshiped Shi Er as a teacher.

Thinking of Shi Er, Linglong's heart was gloomy. Shi Er went out to avoid trouble, and he didn't know when he would be able to come back. The master originally had a good life in the capital, guarding a room of treasures, accompanied by a beautiful woman like Fusu, and a group of black-clothed dead soldiers under him, but it was for her that the master would take risks, cause such trouble, and go to the end of the world.

Linglong was still running on the mountain road, but she lost her energy when she thought of this. His pace slowed down, and his head drooped listlessly.

When Shi Er was there, she still wanted to take him to the Fog Pavilion to take a look, and let him see those two words, and she didn't know how the person who wrote compared to Shi Er's kung fu.

At that time, she thought that when she went out during the day, she would pull Shi Er out of the city and go to the Fog Pavilion to take a look, and she didn't have to work hard.

Alas, why didn't you bring him over at that time, and now I can't let him come to see it, and I don't know what year and month it will take.

That day, Fusu told her that Shi Er went out to avoid trouble. At that time, she didn't feel too much, but now that she calmed down, the more she thought about it, the more ashamed she felt.

Is it because of Mary Qin's matter that she was wary of Shi Er from the beginning?

Or in her heart, she has always been obsessed with Qin Mary's pit on her, and even wants to take revenge. So no matter how good Shi Er is to her, she can't let go of her knot and ignore it calmly?

Just like this time, she actually asked Shi Er to go to the Prince's Mansion, at that time, she didn't think about Shi Er's safety, and she didn't even think that from now on, Shi Er might become a prisoner and wander the world.

When did she start to become so selfish, in order to protect herself, she even disregarded the safety of her master.

No matter what Qin Mary did to her back then, she gritted her teeth and accepted it, and even exchanged money for freedom, and did not touch a single hair of Qin Mary.

She never thought of harming Mary Qin, let alone taking advantage of it.

Why is it different for Shi Er?

Is it just because Mary Qin has the grace to raise her, but Shi Er doesn't?

11111 (To be continued.) )