Qian Wen took Xia Kui's embroidery bandage away and handed it to Qi Yan.

"Little boy, you see, this girl's craftsmanship is really good, many of the patterns in our mansion are embroidered by her, and many servants also like it. The worn piece on the old slave's placket was also made up by her—"

He turned down the placket slightly, revealing a section of mushrooms, densely embroidered in the folds, with a novel and interesting style.

Qi Yan glanced at it silently, looked at Xia Kui, and then looked at the busy little figure in the corner, and said lightly: "This one, I'm afraid she is going to lose, I admit it, no matter how powerful she is, she is just playing smart, dealing with hard kung fu, and she is still almost ...... hot."

Although she said this, seeing that she was busy non-stop, there was an indescribable feeling in her heart.

Qi Yan actually hoped that she could conjure up some kind of treasure, stirring up her water-like state of mind, and it was a mess. However, can she really do it if she dies and lives later?

Xia Kui in the audience stared at Qi Yan nervously.

Since her embroidery was handed over, Qi Yan only glanced at it indifferently, but there was only one glance! Moreover, there is no look of praise.

His erratic eyes always drifted to another place.

Xia Kui glared at the flower fat mist viciously.

Separated by more than a dozen embroidery tables, she thought to herself: No matter how powerful you are, you will lose, and I will embroider a golden silk phoenix to overwhelm the crowd! What's more, the effect of blinding powder is not a joke, you lose two games in a row, and I will win the final fight!

The summer afternoon wind, hot and dry, swept in, like impermeable cotton, wrapping every gap.

Unable to withstand the heat, a few maids fainted from heat stroke, and the remaining maids handed over embroidery bandages, most of which were unfinished embroidery. Qian Wen thought that it was because of the hot weather that caused them to play abnormally, so he didn't care.

Gradually, the audience was empty, and only the flower fat mist was left.

The last time is getting closer and closer......

Xia Kui looked at the figure, his movements were neat, and he was inevitably a little unhappy in his heart. What the hell is this wild girl doing? At the same time, several maids hid behind her and whispered.

"What is she doing?"

"Who knows, I saw that she picked a lot of weeds, and took the Xiangyun yarn to make a sample of clothes, anyway, it's useless."

Xia Kui pricked up his ears and couldn't help but turn his head: "Picking weeds? ”

The little maid nodded, with a serious face: "It's a weed, I saw her coming from the root of the wall, picking all the way, no, she was bald over there!" ”

After speaking, the little maid stretched out her hand and pointed, Xia Kui looked in the direction of her finger, and next to the root of the wall, the clumps of dandelions were only bare rhizomes, slender and long, like chopsticks stuck upside down on the ground.

"Not good." Xia Kui's heart was shocked, "Could it be that she wants to ......"

At this moment, the flower fat mist raised her head, straightened her waist, wiped a handful of sweat, looked at the works on the embroidery table, and smiled sweetly with satisfaction.

In the distance, Qi Yan's handsome face, which was still smiling, also raised an unfathomable smile.

Qian Wen walked over and saw that she rolled up the Xiangyun yarn finely, but did not fold it, she was a little confused, and asked, "The sun is scorching, you are the only one left, can you embroider?" ”

Floral mist wiped his face, "Okay, okay, I've been waiting for a long time." ”

She held the fragrant cloud veil, like holding a precious treasure, and walked lightly to the stage.

Every embroidery was neatly displayed, and she was the last one to take the stage, carrying a lonely dress.