"Alas, Luo Bing, you teach me to be a female red! I want to embroider a purse for An Ling with my own hands. Ye Yanyao pulled Luo Bing's arm and coquettishly.

Luo Bing had never seen how bad Ye Yanyao's female celebrity was, so he readily agreed.

Luo Bing brought a needlework basket and taught Ye Yanyao to recognize the embroidery needle, Ye Yanyao was born with a good memory, and after a while, he remembered the names of the uses and origins of these needles, threads, and brocades, and only the embroidery was fruitful.

"Luo Bing, how long do you think it takes to embroider this into a purse?"

"If you keep embroidering, it will be good for about an hour."

"Oh, that's good." Because Ye Yanyao wants An Ling to go out with this purse tomorrow.

"What kind of embroidery does the young lady want to embroider?"

"Hmm....." Ye Yanya thought for a moment, "there is." ”

"Let's just embroider a Furou flower. Its flower language is good. Ye Yanyao said.

"Flower language? So what is its flower language? Luo Bing asked.

"Perseverance, not afraid of difficulties, like to pursue a rich life. In some areas, it is like to decorate a new house with a bouquet of Fulang flowers when they get married. Its homonym takes the meaning of the newlyweds respecting and loving each other, and the wife supporting her husband to achieve his career. ”

"Oh, may it be." Luo Bing nodded and asked cautiously, "Miss is really willing to support the prince to achieve great things?" ”

"Great cause? What is the great cause? Ye Yanyao heard it in a fog.

"Oh, nothing. Great cause, the son of the world is a courtier, and naturally he supports every emperor. Luo Bing circled over.

"Oh." Ye Yanyao responded, obviously a little unconvinced.

"Miss, why don't you embroider hibiscus flowers for the prince. This is your favorite flower from the past. Luo Bing remembered another point.

"Hibiscus?"

"yes, that's it." Luo Bing lifted the corner of the skirt of the suit, and there was a large hibiscus flower embroidered with silver thread on it.

"Well, hibiscus flowers are not bad either. It represents fresh feelings and subtle beauty. Ye Yanyao thought about it, as if she was thinking about which trick to use.

But this is not what Ye Yanyao has in mind.

"Weiyang, Weiyang! You see, I picked a flower for you. The boy had a blue nose and swollen face, and took out a big red flower from behind him.

"Little brother, how did you get this?" Weiyang didn't look at the hibiscus flower in her hand first, but reached out to touch the wound on the boy's face.

"It's okay, it's just that I'm in a hurry to come back and see you fall." The boy was lying, and it was clearly stolen from a rich man's flower house. When people found out, they were beaten violently.

"Oh, I don't care, you can see if you like it or not."

At this time, Weiyang looked at the flowers in his hand, the red ones were very good-looking, "Zhu Jin! Look good! ”

"If you like it." The boy pinned hibiscus to her head. "If you like it, I'll make you a secret garden for you."

Ye Yanya came back to her senses, and she always looked at these strange pictures. And in her senses, that little boy is An Lingdu, and that Weiyang is herself.

She shook her head, "What are you thinking, isn't it already past the age of the second year of secondary school?" She thought to herself.

"Fusang flower is also known as Zhu Jin, Riji, hanging bell. It's not bad, so let's embroider one on one side. Ye Yanyao said to Luo Bing.

"Okay, since this is the first time for Miss. You can draw a sketch pattern on the paper to facilitate embroidery. ”