"Back to my grandmother, because today is the Qixi Festival, it is the aunt and my father met sixteen years ago today, my aunt has been missing my father very much, but my aunt sees that my father is busy, and I dare not go to disturb, so I embroidered this picture for my father and aunt, hoping that my aunt can always serve by my father's side." Xie Qingyu moved out of her mother's mother, this is a rhetoric she has arranged a long time ago, only in this way can she arouse the pity of her father Xie Tianyang.

Everyone like Xie Fu also attaches great importance to family rules, and in front of outsiders, Xie Qingyu has to call his mother his aunt.

Sure enough, when Xie Qingyu talked about sixteen years ago, Xie Tianyang's thoughts seemed to fly back to that summer, he saw Liu Yuehan for the first time by Jianhu Lake, so many years have passed in a blink of an eye, and his daughter has grown so big, but he rarely goes to the Magnolia Garden, and the guilt in his heart can't be dissipated.

"In that case, you can show it to everyone to see." Xie Tianyang's attitude has loosened at this moment, he is not as resistant to this Xie light rumor as before, at this moment, he didn't think about what to do if he made a fool of himself, he just wanted to see what kind of embroidery his daughter had embroidered.

"Back to my father, it's just that my daughter is still missing one thing right now." Xie Qingyu looked at her cheap dad and said quickly.

"What?" Xie Tianyang saw that his daughter did not panic at all, and even made requests with himself, looking confident, wouldn't it really bring him unexpected joy?

"Nine-turn sandalwood fan." Xie Qingyu's eyes were heading straight towards the old lady at the moment.

Xie Youruo saw that this Xie Qingyu was so bold, and he actually dared to borrow his grandmother's favorite nine-turn sandalwood fan, not to mention how happy he was in his heart, originally he just wanted to teach you a lesson, but now you want to humiliate yourself, how can I not continue?

Thinking of this, Xie Youruo hurriedly walked to the old lady's side and coquettishly.

"Grandmother, what does the granddaughter want to see the third sister embroider, grandmother, you can lend it to the third sister, I think the third sister must have embroidered a particularly beautiful embroidery." Thank you for making the battle so big this time, you will be embarrassed and see how your grandmother cleans you up.

This old lady Xie has always doted on these two concubines, and this Xie Youruo is now even more open to plead, and everyone below is even more dumbfounded, and it is not good not to borrow.

"Okay, Mama Hu will give it to her." Due to the unbearable heat of this summer, this fan has always been in Mama Hu's hands, ready for the old lady to use to cool off.

Mama Hu then slowly walked to Xie Qingyu's side, handed the fan into Xie Qingyu's hand, and glared at her viciously, for fear that she would break the fan.

Old Madam Xie sat down slowly, she wanted to see what this rumor girl wanted.

Everyone was curious about what Xie Qingyu wanted to do, and she didn't have any poems from other sons, how could she embroider any good works, they were all eager to see the Xie family's ugly situation, and they were unprecedentedly focused for a while, even the people at the men's table who were drinking and throwing pots stopped to look at Xie Qingyu.

I saw that Xie Qingyu picked up the nine-turn sandalwood fan, put the embroidered handkerchief on the table and fiddled with it for a long time and finally fixed it, but she turned the original vertical rotation of the fan into a horizontal one, just because she was not skilled, the action of fiddling with the fan was very strange, and it immediately attracted everyone's attention, wanting to see what this Miss Xie wanted to do.

At this time, the nine-turn sandalwood fan had been installed, and Xie Qingyu also got up and brought the fan to the center of the venue, slowly turning the fan in his hand.

The breeze by Jianhu Lake is rising, the nine turns of the sandalwood fan slowly turning, along the breeze, everyone smelled a burst of fragrance, like peach blossoms, like pear blossoms, and very much like magnolias, everyone is fascinated by this unknown fragrance.

At this moment, the embroidered handkerchief on the fan began to slowly show the prototype of the embroidery.

On the spring water of that river, there is a light boat, and two people are sitting on the small boat flickering, which makes people not real, the willow trees on the shore of the lake are swaying in the wind, and the moon on the edge of the sky is also hazy.

At this moment, Xie Qingyu even read out the love poem on the embroidered handkerchief on that side.

"The clouds are clever, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is dark. As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win countless in the world. A slightly cold voice slowly revealed the love poem.

On this Qixi night, the moon is clear and clear, how not to make people feel excited.

"What Miss Xie said is a special significance, could it be that the person in this is the mother of Master Xie and Xie Qingyu?" The crowd did not know who shouted this.

"It seems that this Xie Qingyu is really an extremely filial woman."

"The concubine also has such a talent, it seems that this Xie family is very well educated."

"The daughter of the Xie family really lives up to her reputation."

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And as the rotation of the fan surface is getting bigger and bigger, the poem and the people on the embroidered handkerchief are becoming clearer and clearer.

"Double-sided embroidery! She actually used double-sided embroidery! At this moment, someone has already seen Xie Qingyu's embroidery method.

Everyone suddenly realized at this moment that the reason why they couldn't see it was because it was the legendary double-sided embroidery, and very few people in Jiangning would do this kind of embroidery.

Everyone couldn't help but look at Xie Youran and then at Xie Youran, that Xie Youran's embroidery is even more immortal, but how can the fairy who is far away in the sky be able to, this worldly taste is the gain of the heart, and there is a little more praise in the eyes of Xie Qingyu.

"As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win countless in the world." Pei Yu also whispered, originally he didn't have much interest in such a banquet, but just now this Xie Qingyu is so hiding his strength, and now he is making such a big fanfare, what is she going to do? The smile on his lips deepened, and there was a hint of inquiry in his bottomless eyes.

I thought to myself, thank you for the light rumor, first double-sided embroidery, and then marriage poem, how many secrets do you have?

Yun Jinyu was engrossed in that poem at the moment, and as soon as the golden wind and jade dew met, he won countless sentences in the world, all of which said what he wanted in his heart, not to get, but to meet.

Here Xie Youruo saw Xie Qingyu turning the fan today, she knew that she had fallen into Xie Qingyu's trap again, she thought it would make her lose face, her father was angry, and directly asked her to go to Xiyuan, who knew that this cheap woman was opportunistic, and was recognized by everyone by this means, Xie Youruo's face turned green.

And that slut attracted Yun Jinyu's attention at this moment, which made Xie Youruo very jealous.

Unlike Xie Youruo, Xie Youran, who didn't care much about this, also raised his head and looked at Xie Qingyu twice after hearing this poem, and there was a little more dark and inexplicable emotion in his eyes.

"Light ballad, this poem is excellently chosen, where did you borrow it?" Xie Tianyang looked at Xie Qingyu suspiciously, when she was at the poetry reception, she still didn't know how to compose poetry, is this now?

Xie Qingyu originally wanted to say that it was a song that he liked very much in school, and he felt that it was very in line with the artistic conception here, but he didn't wait for her to speak.

"Miss Xie, this poem should be written by yourself, I have been familiar with poetry books since I was a child, but I have never heard and witnessed this poem for so many years." Yun Jinyu looked at Xie Qingyu with a look of curiosity, as if she had discovered a talented woman newly.

"Yun Gongzi, haven't you heard this poem?" Xie Qingyu suddenly became puzzled, this poem should be known according to the history of the ancients, could it be that he traveled to a country that has no record in Chinese history?

"Never." Yun Jinyu looked at Xie Qingyu's disdainful eyes, and suddenly felt that she was really a shallow learner?

"It's true that this poem wasn't written by me, but I accidentally saw it from an ancient book a long time ago."

Xie Qingyu didn't dare to admit that this poem was written by himself, what if someone had said this poem before? But at the moment, it seems that the reaction of these people is that they really haven't heard of it.