Fu Jiuqing was still half-leaning on the soft couch, just like a soft and boneless beauty, covered with ink fox as usual, holding the book with one hand. When Jin Yue walked in front of him, he didn't even raise his eyelids, he flipped through the book with a focused expression, and said coldly, "What are you running?" ”

Jin Yue glanced at the basket on the desk next to her, and said very sincerely, "I won't be a female celebrity." ”

With that, she pointed to the things on the table.

Fu Jiuqing's face sank, and there was a bit of playfulness in her eyes, "No, you can learn!" ”

Learn?

Scold......

Jin Yue stretched out her hand and shook it in front of Fu Jiuqing, "Do you think this is a pair of hands holding needles and threads?" ”

Fu Jiuqing's eyes were steep, and his eyes, which were originally plain and waveless, instantly condensed a thin layer of frost, and the chill penetrated people's hearts. Seeing this, Jin Yue couldn't help but shiver, only to feel a chill on her back.

"Okay, embroider it......" Jin Yue frowned and sat next to the table.

There is a custom in Hengzhou, that is, every year during the Mid-Autumn Festival or Lantern Festival, the wife should embroider a purse for her husband to express the joy of the family.

Jin Yue didn't mention it because she didn't know how to embroider at all, but who knew that Fu Jiuqing read it.

"Whew!" The tip of the needle was pierced in the fingertips, and the pain made Jin Yue gasp, and the fingertips were almost smashed, but not even a flower was embroidered. If it weren't for this life-saving grace, Jin Yue would not have wronged herself and did this kind of torturous work.

Fu Jiuqing didn't say a word, read his book as usual, and seemed to ignore her at all.

In the corner of her eye, blood beads appeared on her white fingertips, after all, her strength was great, and this needle went down...... It's not easy. The fingertips were stuffed into his mouth, just pressed against his lower lip, because of the slight blood, like a ripe wolfberry, with a moist color.

Tightening the book in his hand, Fu Jiuqing only felt that his mouth was a little dry, and his handsome eyebrows were like ink, and he wrinkled subconsciously.

Jin Yue felt that he was doing it on purpose, relying on the grace of saving his life, and bullying people like this. What kind of purse do you want, don't you just go back and buy one on the street? There are all kinds of colors, why bother her?

For two days in a row, Jin Yue's eyes were almost blind, and her fingertips were almost pierced, but the embroidery was more ugly than that of a dog!

Shuangzhi looked a little unbearable, but as soon as he remembered Gongzi's cold eyes, he retreated again, only daring to take medicine for Jin Yue, and did not dare to interfere in the matter of embroidering purses.

What Childe decides, who dares to beak.

"It's done!" Jin Yue looked at her masterpiece, and shook it in front of Fu Jiuqing quite proudly, "How is it?" Although the embroidery is not good-looking, it has been embroidered anyway, and it doesn't make you ashamed! ”

Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the work will be completed today.

Fu Jiuqing's eyes were cold, her thin lips pursed slightly, her eyes were firmly locked on her hand, and she laughed almost inaudibly, "In order to prove that this is a veritable purse, it is not easy for you!" ”

Jin Yue's face was slightly red, but she still straightened her back, "I embroidered it with my own ability, what's so embarrassing?" If you have the skills, why don't you embroider one yourself? Love or not. ”

She threw her purse into the basket, looked at her fingers, which were red and swollen from the tip of the needle, and felt good self-compassion.

Junshan stood at the door, watching the young lady leave angrily, and couldn't help but feel a tightness in his heart, and he didn't know what was wrong?

Childe has kept the young lady in the study for a few days, hasn't he cultivated feelings?!

It wasn't until he saw the purse that Junshan knew that this was probably cultivating hatred, right?

The mandarin duck is embroidered like a pheasant, and the lotus is embroidered like a dog's tail grass, only this color matching is quite do, looking at the red, red, green and green, quite festive.

Look at Childe's face again...... It's so dark that it's almost gray at the bottom of the pot!