"You'er, embroider quickly."

Mrs. Qiao curled the corners of her lips and smiled softly.

"Oh..."

Qiao Jin replied in a muffled voice, reached out and picked up the white handkerchief on the table, then picked up the red rope needle and thread on the side, and slowly embroidered it.

"I know my mother."

Qiao Jin coughed a few times, adjusted his expression, and then also picked up the white handkerchief and blue needle and thread in front of him.

"How do you embroider this?"

Qiao Jinyou couldn't do anything with a needle and a handkerchief, and she really didn't know where to start.

"Oh my God, eldest sister, you actually asked how to embroider?"

Qiao Jinxin, who was grinding and embroidering handkerchiefs, suddenly raised her head when she heard Qiao Jinyou's words, and asked in surprise.

"You'er, you don't want to embroider to say that?"

Mrs. Qiao knew that her daughter had been injured by Prince Kang, so she asked carefully.

"Eldest sister, don't you want to embroider a mandarin duck handkerchief for your brother-in-law?"

Qiao Jin felt strange in her heart, she almost said the three words of Prince Kang.

She could see that the eldest sister liked Lord Jing, why did she ......?

"How could I not want to! I just don't know how to embroider! ”

Qiao Jinyou immediately retorted, raised a clean handkerchief and said bitterly.

"Don't know how to embroider? Whew! Sister, don't tease me. ”

Qiao Jinxin didn't believe what Qiao Jinyou said at all, and covered her mouth and smiled.

"You'er, my mother knows you're sad."

Mrs. Qiao got up and went to the seat next to Qiao Jinyou, and grabbed her hand.

"Sad? Why? ”

Qiao Jinyou felt a little funny, why should she feel sad if she was okay?

"You, eldest sister...... Don't talk about it, don't talk about it, it will save the eldest sister more and more sad. ”

Qiao Jin wanted to take what Mrs. Qiao had finished speaking, but she stopped talking when she thought of the consequences of saying that Qiao Jinyou would be even more sad.

"Well, Xin'er is right, hurry up and embroider it, embroider it and send it to King Jing...... Feathers. ”

Mrs. Jo patted her hand back.

"Ouch, the cells in the head are all pulled together, how can you embroider?"

Qiao Jinyou didn't care what they meant when they said sad, grabbed the hair from her ear and pulled it.

"Alright, Yoo'er, embroider quickly."

When Qiao Jinyou was losing her temper, a gentle face became flat.

"Uh... Well, I'll embroider right away. ”

Qiao Jinyou pursed her lips, and immediately buried her head and frowned on her eyebrows, embroidering little by little.

Qiao Jinxin, who was watching from the side, and Mrs. Qiao glanced at each other and shook their heads.

After a cup of tea, Qiao Jinxin raised her head from the handkerchief she had embroidered and looked at Qiao Jinyou's results.

"Oh my God, what are you embroidering?"

I saw a red nondescript non-living thing reflected from the clear pupils of Qiao Jin's heart, messy red lines staggered together, embroidered so that eggs are not like eggs, and objects are not like objects.

"Uh, uh, I don't know what it is." Qiao Jinyou looked at the unknown object born from his hand, touched his nose and said with some embarrassment.

"Khan died, eldest sister, isn't it only a few months? Are you lagging behind in your embroidery skills? ”

Qiao Jin held his forehead and felt a headache.

I haven't seen her for a few months, and the eldest sister is so sad that she even lags behind in embroidery......

"What...... Well..."

Qiao Jinyou's voice weakened, and it was terrible that she actually forgot that she was now the ancient Qiao Jinyou and not herself!

"Eldest sister, you, alas, don't ...... even if you're sad"

"Princess, something happened to the princess!"

Nianshuang hurriedly ran over and interrupted Qiao Jin's words that were about to be spoken.

"Isn't it good for me, something will not happen!"

Qiao Jinyou's eyes blanked, blaming her for not being able to speak.

"No, no, the princess is the prince, the prince is ......"

After talking for a long time, Nian Shuang couldn't say a complete sentence, and stroked Yuehun and gasped.

"Lord Wang? What's wrong with him? Nian Shuang, say it quickly, don't say half or half of it! ”

As soon as Qiao Jinyou heard that Nianshuang was talking about Mo Yuxiao, she became anxious and put her hands on Nianshuang's shoulders.

"Lord, lord, he ......"

"Come on, take a sip of water."

Qiao Jinxin poured a cup of tea for Nianshuang and asked her to moisten her throat.

"Sister Xie Xinxiao."

Nianshuang smiled gratefully, then took the teacup and drank the tea in one go.

"Nian Shuang, say it quickly!"

Qiao Jinyou urged when he saw Nianshuang finish drinking the tea.