Yuehua likes to sit on the threshold of the hall to do needlework, when there is the sun, she can sit and blow the wind, bask in the sun, have a wide field of vision, stare at the embroidered bandage for a long time, raise her head to move her muscles and bones, look at the sky, her eyes can feel better, and occasionally there are merchants who pass by the door of the house, and you can also buy some needles and threads and bits and pieces.

Chestnuts recently followed Yuehua to learn embroidery, out of the palace, no other skills, female red absolutely did not say, because there are always housekeepers and aunts with feather dusters to check your embroidery work.

Yuehua is still embroidering and pasting the Luan bird of Hongluan, and various colors of silk threads are placed on the small stool, and there are several kinds of red alone.

"Madame's embroidery work is better than that of the ladies of the big families, the birds are like living, the red tassels on the top of the bald head, so many kinds of red are used in a small piece, and the petals set off by this are also good colors." The chestnut's head poked over with envy.

"There is no embroidery thread at the border, if there are many kinds of embroidery threads, I can embroider better, the top embroidery work is a red petal with 32 different colors of red to embroider, the second class of 16 colors, and the first class of 8 colors...... My petals are only three-colored, but it's actually very ordinary. To be honest, my embroidery work is okay, but it is not the top outstanding, I can only embroider eight-colored petals, and the top of our imperial study can embroider sixteen-colored flowers. ”

Chestnut's eyes widened, and he looked incredulous: "Thirty-two colors, where is there thirty-two colors of red." ”

"Yes, there are more than 30 kinds of red silk threads made inside, different shades, the adjacent two-color red is almost the same color to the naked eye, only the top embroiderers can distinguish the difference under the sun, I have never seen this kind of top silk thread, our palace maid can get the eight-color thread, I have only seen a palace concubine wearing thirty-two colors of flowers, and the flowers are like the real ones from a distance."

It doesn't take much effort to talk to people with simple and good minds, Yuehua also came out of the imperial study, as a close palace maid cultivated by a good seedling, many of the eunuchs who interact with her are eunuchs at the head level, and they have seen a lot of good things and a lot of knowledge.

But sometimes when you talk to some people about what you have seen and heard, people think that you are showing off, those who are small-minded, jealous, and strong in pinching the tip will be sour and sneering. Even if Yuehua mentioned it to Hongluan, Hongluan sometimes didn't like to listen to it and laughed and diverted the conversation, but Yuehua found that when she told Si'er or Lizi, they didn't feel this way at all, but were happy to listen to it as if they were listening to a story.

In the past, even if it is not perfect, it is a kind of nostalgia to mention it, Yuehua does not like to complain to people, and always picks good ones.

"The eight colors are also amazing, and the handkerchief with the eight-color flower is so spirited."

"Eight-color flowers are a laborious job, and I don't embroider much, so I only embroider a few pieces, and I have given them all to the top, and I haven't used them myself."

A palm-sized eight-color embroidery sticker can be embroidered for three months, embroidered out of their own can't make it, you have to honor your aunts, aunts take it out to show off happy before they are willing to teach you things, you can climb up, in order to embroider flowers, embroidery needles are thin wounds, like a baby, dare not touch it with great strength, at the end of the gift to their aunt, sewn on the clothes and wear it out to show off, they can only watch from the sidelines, this kind of memory is really like knocking over the spice jar, five flavor miscellaneous bottles, say it easily, Only you know what it tastes like.

If you say these things to ordinary girls, it is estimated that you will feel that Yuehua is pitiful, and you can't use your own things, but the chestnuts are also from a bitter background, she understands, the chestnuts stroked Yuehua's embroidery: "If it is changed to the embroidery girl who worships the thirty-two colors, how beautiful it should be!" ”

"Who said that the embroiderer has to be a woman, and the top embroiderers made in it are all men, and women can't do this kind of work."

"Why? Embroidery is not all women's work, and it was the first time I heard of men embroidering. Chestnut suddenly laughed: "Like a eunuch in the palace." ”

"The general thirty-two colors of flowers are large embroidery, stretched on the embroidery shelf, many people embroider at the same time in a room, in order to prevent the wind from blowing the embroidery, wrinkled the embroidery surface, the door and window of the embroidery room must not be opened, the house is dark on the candles, starting a day for more than ten hours without rest.

Think about it, it takes more than ten hours to sit in an impermeable room like this, doing this kind of eye-consuming and energy-consuming work, women have this technology, but just on the body, how many women can afford it!? Most of these top embroiderers are men, passed down from generation to generation, and their ancestors have been embroiderers enshrined in the interior for generations. ”

“……”

"What do you say, the interest is so high." Every time He Heng came back, he came in through the back door, Yuehua and Lizi were chatting happily, and he came from behind without warning.

"Don't go to the front door, go to the back door! They also eavesdrop on people. Yuehua scolded him jokingly: "Where did you raise the problem!?" ”

He Heng patted her head: "I'm fat, dare to say that you are a man." The chestnut had eyes, and she slipped away as soon as He Heng came.

Yuehua was very annoyed that He Heng always patted her head, but He Heng slapped her down, gently stroked her head, and she had a kind of sweetness in her heart, when He Heng patted her head, she always tilted her head in annoyance, if one day He Heng came back, she didn't pat her head and she felt that something was missing.

Yuehua felt that she was really awkward.

He Heng tilted his head to look at Yuehua's embroidery, and Yuehua was a little embarrassed when he remembered the lotus he painted: "Am I stupid?" ”

"No, I think it's fine."

"You must be disgusted in your heart, yo! I'm embarrassed to take out such a stupid embroidery look. ”

"Hmmm! Yes. ”

"Look! Let's tell the truth, tell the truth so quickly. Yuehua also tilted his head and pursed his mouth and smiled.

"I dislike it for being stupid, because I dislike you for not helping me embroider." said with a playful look on his face: "When will you help me embroider?" ”

Yuehua is not pretentious: "I want to embroider lotus, you paint it beautifully, but I can't copy it." ”

"It's not a problem if you want to embroider."

“……”

Saying that, Yuehua moved a table to the door and took a pen and paper: "I will draw as much as you want, there are all kinds of lotus flowers." ”

"I haven't promised to help you embroider yet!"

"I'll draw first." Saying that, he really lifted Ti Yuehua and drew a lot of embroidery patterns, which were really of various sizes and styles.

When Yuehua lived with the abductor, there lived next to the abductor's house a poor scholar who couldn't get famous, and looked down on them as 'laymen', so that he could help write a family letter or something, and his neck could be curled to the sky, Yuehua thought that He Heng would definitely disdain to take out the things he painted to make embroidery samples for Yuehua, but he didn't expect He Heng to take the initiative to help Yuehua paint embroidery samples, and painted one after another for Yuehua to choose.

Yuehua took a bunch of embroidered patterns and really embroidered a pair of pillowcases.

In the middle of the night, the two were lying on the bed, Yuehua's hair was spread on the pillow, and He Heng also liked to grab Yuehua's hair and arrange it into a lotus shape according to the lotus flower on the pillow.

Yuehua ignored him most of the time, turned over and went to sleep by himself, sometimes he was annoyed, and snatched his own hair, he was still unhappy, he had to snatch Yuehua's hair and play with it in his hand, quite persistent. Enough playing, grabbing Yuehua's hair to sleep, his hands can't be broken, and the next day Yuehua found that his hair was a little curly.

Yuehua's hair ends are a little dry and forked, occasionally the interest comes, lying in bed without sleeping, saying some whispers, He Heng lit the lamp, turned on the light, took a small pair of scissors to cut the split ends in Yuehua's hair, and he also asked Tang Jian for a prescription for He Shou Wu, made ointment, and instructed Yuehua to take ointment to wipe his hair every day.

He Heng looked very strict outside, not easy to approach, but when I contacted him, I found that he was very careful, and everything could be arranged properly, and this meticulousness and safety carried a calmness and confidence in his grasp, as if everything was in his calculations.

He is also very gentle and caring when he talks and does things, no matter what people do, he is used to taking care of himself well, taking care of the people around him, he is proper and tolerant of the people around him, Yuehua sometimes doesn't do a good job, or the chestnuts are wrong, he doesn't say anything, but he is speechless. Quietly guide your temperament to become the core of a group of people there, but this gentle care has a bit of a lonely alienation, easy to approach but difficult to approach.

Such a person, even if he is down, is a person who needs to be looked up to, and Yuehua feels that living with him is always less close.

It wasn't until I got along with him for a long time that I found that he was still a little childish in his bones, for example, he had to sleep with Yuehua's hair at night, and when he didn't sleep enough, when he got up in the morning, he closed his eyes, frowned when he put on his shoes, and reluctantly opened his eyes to find clothes, and he was completely awake after combing himself.

Mu Xiu was lying in bed, Yuehua made breakfast and called him, he closed his eyes, shook his head, couldn't afford it, and muttered like a child.

No matter how strict a man looks outside, he still has childishness in his bones, and this childishness is quite cute on his body.

Yes! Cute, Yuehua didn't know why she used this word to describe He Heng.

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