Luo Xue subconsciously shrank to the side, but he didn't expect that the whole person was imprisoned by him in the corner, and the scorching breath came to his face, "This embroidery needs to be improved, but since it is for me, I will not dislike it." ”

The two looked at each other, as if they had a different kind of affection circulating, but they didn't know it.

In the end, it was Luo Xue Shen who interrupted the ambiguous atmosphere, couldn't help but sneer, pouted and said, "This is the material rewarded by the palace, I want to make an embroidered handkerchief for Su Su." ”

When Guan Qiannan heard that it was for the little girl, his tone immediately became sour, "I've been married for so long, and I haven't seen you embroider a pattern or anything for me, not even a sweat towel, my husband is really pitiful!" ”

"You, the father, are still fighting with your daughter for a veil, don't you laugh at other people's big teeth when you say it?" Luo Xueshen nudged her gently, turned around and was busy with the work in her hand again.

But Guan Qiannan seemed to recognize that he wanted to stick to her, and kept blowing the wind in her ear, saying that he was his own clothes, and she also wanted her to embroider some patterns by hand.

"Hey, I've never been good at female workers, I'm afraid it's hard to embroider a beautiful picture even if my hand is broken." Luo Xue Shen couldn't help but sigh.

"If your hands hurt, I'll take a good ointment and give you a massage every night, how about it?" Such a tone was gentle and soft, which made it difficult for Luo Xueshen to refuse for a while, and finally had to respond.

When the man heard this, he immediately smiled, and the pale look on his face just now was instantly swept away.

She gently tugged through Guan Qiannan's placket, wanted to touch the fabric, and came out with a trick in advance. But as soon as his hand was put up, Guan Qiannan turned to the side slightly, and a lilac women's handkerchief fell out of his clothes.

Just when he was about to reach out and take it back, he was intercepted by Luo Xue Shen halfway. I saw that the handkerchief was embroidered with a few awkward flowers, which seemed to be a novice's just learned, and it was somewhat similar to his own half-cut craft. But since it can be collected by Guan Qiannan like this, it must be extremely precious to him.

This made Luo Xue Shen think of the childhood sweetheart he mentioned before, and his throat was as uncomfortable as if he had a fish bone stuck in his throat, "Huh...... You have all your own girl's embroidered handkerchief, what do you want me to embroider? ”

Guan Qiannan's smile gradually froze on his lips, and he quickly took the embroidered handkerchief and put it back in its place, "It's just an embroidered handkerchief, when we were in the palace before, we slaves had to pick up all kinds of things for our masters, and it was not surprising to take one or two handkerchiefs." ”

This is the first time Luo Xue Shen has seen him speak so nervously, as if he has a big secret hidden from him, so he deliberately said: "Since a girl embroidered for you, then I don't have to work hard, you can sleep with your embroidered handkerchief alive." ”

As soon as the words fell, she immediately got up and walked towards the door, without looking at Guan Qiannan behind her.

When the delicate figure gradually disappeared, he took out the embroidered handkerchief again and put it in the candlelight.

"Whew...... This handkerchief is for you, wipe the dirt on your face, and don't cry anymore. I have to go, and when my father can't find me, he'll be in a hurry. The soft and warm children's voice evoked his memories like a magic spell, and the little girl who carved it in pink eventually grew up.

He looked at the embroidered handkerchief in his hand and couldn't help sighing: How could her memory be so bad......

The next day, Luo Xue got up early in the morning, and then asked An Qing to invite the little girl over and asked her to take some more jewelry and clothes back.

"Didn't you give me all your clothes yesterday? Why is there still this one? Although the little girl's tone was a little complaining, the smile in her eyes couldn't hide Luo Xueshen.