The next day, Ji Wanrong, who came back from Qinfangyuan, immediately asked Chunjiao to prepare silk threads for herself.

Chunjiao put the silver-blue silk thread she had prepared a long time ago in the small bamboo basket and put it in Ji Wanrong's hand.

Looking at the clumps of sorted silk threads in front of her, Ji Wanrong only felt that one head was two big.

She is rare to be a female celebrity, everyone gathers around and stares at her work.

"Master, do it, if you look at it like this, it can't become a network by itself." Cardamom saw Ji Wanrong sitting on the soft couch, looking at the silk threads in the bamboo basket, looking at it, but she didn't do it, so she couldn't help but joke with a smile.

When Ji Wanrong heard this joke, she couldn't help but look up at Cardamom, "Or, can you help me?" ”

"That can't be done, master, can what I did and what you did with your own hands be the same?" Cardamom hurriedly shook her head, obviously refusing.

Zi Su sat aside, looking at Ji Wanrong's embarrassed face, and couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Master, haven't you forgotten, how do you fight this line?" ”

"It's a bit of a loss." Ji Wanrong smiled awkwardly and looked at Zi Su with an index finger.

The reason why I have been inking my feelings for so long is because I forgot how to make it up.

"The slave and maid teach the master again." Zi Su held a strand of red silk thread, put it in his hand, and patiently gestured to Ji Wanrong.

The carved windows of the attic were wide open, and it was not yet noon, and the heat did not come up, and the wind blew through the hall, which was somewhat cool.

Now in July, the weather is getting hotter and hotter, and it is cool to sleep at night, but during the day, the main hall is hot and stuffy.

Ji Wanrong asked everyone to move all the things they had fun with during the day to the attic.

Before, she had planned to look at writing in the attic and use it as a study.

Now, whether it's sunny or rainy, she likes to stay in the attic.

After all, it's a building, standing by the window and looking outside, the scenery is pretty good.

You can see the outside of the Dark Incense Pavilion, and from the side window, you can see the inside of the courtyard of Liuyunxuan.

Although Ji Wanrong hadn't been to Liuyunxuan much, the courtyard was much bigger than her own, and she didn't know how many times bigger.

When she first moved in, she sneaked a look and wanted to see which room Yinzhen lived in.

But Liuyunxuan is too big, there are a lot of maids and eunuchs, who come and go every day, and they can't see it clearly.

Her unethical voyeuristic ideas could only end in failure.

Ji Wanrong played the rope and gradually smoothed it out, after all, with her previous experience, it was obviously simpler.

Not long after, Chunjiao took Xiao Zhuozi up to the attic, and the two came back with an iceberg the size of a wooden barrel.

This is simply a summer heat dissipation artifact, and it will be cool in the room instantly.

Then use a fan to fan the cool fan on the person, and it will be even cooler.

This ice cube was delivered once in the morning and once in the afternoon, and the eunuch who specially had an ice vault sent it.

But for the sake of convenience, every time it was the minions of the Dark Incense Pavilion that carried it back from the gate of the courtyard.

Ice cubes are placed on top of a shelf in a wooden basin and carved into various shapes.

When the ice melts, the water naturally flows into the tub.

Chunjiao put down her things and saw Ji Wanrong's attentive appearance.

couldn't help but open his mouth to encourage and say, "The master is really powerful, he is becoming more and more proficient, and embroidery is the same way, practice makes perfect." ”

Ji Wanrong buried her head and competed with the silk thread, listening to Chunjiao's words.

He didn't raise his head, and hurriedly said, "Forget about the embroidery, the silk thread is too thin, and my eyes are going to be blind." ”