Chapter 59: A Cut of Love, a Glimmer of Death (14)

Lian Jin's separate small embroidery building is particularly chic.

The moon-white gauze curtain flutters in the faint light, exuding a radiant brilliance.

The ancient sandalwood table, the window is bright and clean, and there are several bright green potted plants on the table, and the emerald green pearl-like branches and leaves are supported by crystal water droplets, shining in the sun.

Screens are placed all over the room, and delicate embroidery hangs from them.

A stitch and a thread, walking the dragon; A flower and a grass, painted flashy.

The aura of the mountains and rivers is shown in the chapter, and the stars of the sky and the river are entangled.

It can be seen that the skills of the embroiderer are exquisite, even if she has been immersed in the field of painting and embroidery for many years, and how powerful she is blown by the people of the world, she can't help but be impressed at this moment.

Sure enough, there are buildings outside the building, there are mountains outside the mountains, there are heavens outside the sky, and there are people outside the people.

"Miss Lian Jin's embroidery skills are really admirable!" Xiuniang sighed heartily.

"The princess is overrated," Lian Jin smiled lightly, revealing two small dimples on her beautiful face, "The princess's skills are unparalleled in the world!" ”

"Okay, let's not praise each other, otherwise we will have to boast until when!" Xiuniang shook her head and smiled.

"That's what the princess said! Princess, sit down first and have a cup of tea......" Lian Jin hurriedly invited Xiuniang to sit down, and brought a teapot to add tea to her.

"It's fine." Xiuniang smiled and sat down.

Look at the white porcelain cup, the light red tea, with a slightly bitter and slightly tranquil fragrance.

Take a sip, the fragrance enters the taste buds, the bitterness enters the throat, and finally disperses, leaving a quiet tranquility.

"Good tea!" Xiuniang praised.

"This is Lian Jin's homemade tea, if the princess likes it, Lian Jin can send some tea to the princess!"

"Okay, that's for you! Don't talk about it, sit down! ”

"Yes." With that, Lian Jin sat down opposite Xiuniang.

"Princess, the prince said that you want to learn double-sided embroidery, I don't know...... Shall we start now? Lian Jin asked tentatively.

"Yes!"

The core of all different embroidery lies in the hidden thread of the hidden needle. , that is, how to hide skillfully and thoroughly on the silk cloth as thin as a cicada's wings.

The beauty of all different embroidery lies in the fact that a finished product, compared with the dark golden lotus pattern of Nangong Yan, the embroidered lotus, no matter from any direction or angle, it is three-dimensional and full, and it is about to come out. It is still or moving, like a lotus blooming under the moon, the wind shaking the shadow, and the moon pity the frost.

That is, the embroidered bird can sing and sing, and the embroidered tiger can run and jump, as if giving life.

Lian Jin explained very carefully, and she analyzed every stitch and thread in detail, including what Aunt He taught her back then, as well as some of her own insights in various attempts later, she taught Xiuniang without reservation.

made Xiuniang very grateful.

Originally, it was very taboo among peers, even if it was Nangong Yan's request, she didn't have to be so careful and thoughtful, Lian Jin, a little girl, was kind and sincere.

Xiuniang couldn't help but like this little girl.

After that, there was nothing to do in the palace all day long, Xiuniang ran to the small embroidery building every day, and exchanged experiences with Lian Jin, after a period of time, her embroidery skills have really improved greatly, and Xiuniang is also a little happy in her heart.

Sure enough, learning from others' strengths is the best way to quickly improve yourself.

Although no clues related to the murderer were found, this unexpected gain also made Xiuniang feel a little comforted in her heart.

On this day, Xiuniang was still in Lian Jin's small embroidery building.

"Sister Lian Jin! Sister Lian Jin! A little maid hurriedly ran over, it was Lian Jin's little girl who was doing chores-Ah Zi.

"What's wrong? Ah Zi? Lian Jin asked curiously, and then looked at Xiuniang apologetically, "I'm sorry, princess, I told you to see the joke." ”

"It's fine." Xiuniang shook her head.

"Sister Lian Jin! The prince's robe is broken, tell you to make it up! ”

"What's wrong with his robe?" Before Lian Jin could react, Xiuniang frowned, staring intently at the little girl who ran in a panic holding a black robe in her hands.