Mama Liu was even more fierce: "Tell me, this is not beaten, it is even cut with a knife!" In charge, you can raise a good daughter! What kind of anger to take clothes! It's going to kill someone! ”

The lady in charge said, "Okay, it depends on how nervous you are." I'll just get it. Kyaukjiao, while there is still time, you hurry up and wash and dry, and I will arrange it. ”

Then he said, "Mama Liu, come in for a while." I just came from Mama Fang, and I have a few words to explain. ”

Mama Liu saw that she was still fine, as if she had broken her mouth and didn't care. There is some weakness in my heart. He still scolded and followed up in the room.

In the evening, after eating, Kyaukjiao hurriedly touched King Chang's clothes. Fortunately, except for that rift, the rest of the place is still intact. She hurriedly took it off and walked to her godmother's room.

The man in charge is sewing a garment. When he saw her come in, he told her to close the door, and he took out a box of embroidery needles from the drawer and handed it to Kyaukyao.

This embroidery needle is as thin as a hair. The nose of the needle is also smaller than the usual sewing needle.

Kyauk-kyauk-khao sat down in her chair and turned on the oil lamp. From the place on the clothes that ordinary people can't see, I picked a few strands of silk with a needle. Thread it on the nose of the needle. Then, according to the method of the earth's boundary, he began to sew the crack back and forth.

The lady in charge sewed a few stitches of her own clothes and looked up at Kyaukyao. I saw that in the dim light, the wings of her nose were glowing with a layer of fine light, and a few strands of black hair hung down. Raising his hand to pick it up, he gently turned his sore neck a few times, and then continued to stare at the tear and weave it finely.

Originally, the previous method of weaving and mending was made up with silk threads of similar color. It's not bad. It's clothes that can only be mended with some thick lines. The nobles' clothes are all finely woven yarn, and if there are silk threads of the same color to make up them, you can see that they have been woven and mended.

But Kyaukjiao inherited her mother's weaving skills, and she didn't use thread to mend them. Instead, take apart the inner fold of the hem of the garment, use a needle to pick out a long thread on the fabric, and then sew the thread as it is.

The thread can not be used directly, but with a needle to pick out a finer strand of silk thread, with the smallest embroidery needle, just like embroidery, to scrape the thread loose with the method of weaving and mending the boundary, and then according to the warp and weft of the clothes, weave it finely.

This is not the ordinary woman's method of weaving, it is embroidery. It's just that the embroidered pattern is the warp and weft route of the clothes themselves.

The lady in charge looked at her, and couldn't help but think of the beautiful woman who gave birth to this child twelve years ago, and had just cleaned up the child and wrapped the baby in a coarse cloth. She came to check it out on a routine ministry.

The first time she saw it, she couldn't help but think of her only dead child. It was also a baby girl, and like this child, she had big black eyes and long eyelashes. It's just that the husband is addicted to gambling and gambles all the money, valuable furniture, and even the house deed in the family.

She was still in confinement, she didn't even stutter, she was hungry for a few days, her milk was exhausted, and the baby girl starved to death. She was so grief-stricken that she could no longer have children. This became the pain of her life.

At that time, when she saw Kyaukyao for the first time, she had a strong feeling that it was not another child, it was the reincarnation of her child.

So for twelve years, Kyaukjiao was her child. Her only child. Since her child wants to go out of the palace, she has fought hard to fulfill her dream.

As soon as she made up a rough idea, she raised her head and saw the lady in charge looking at her with tears streaming down her face. I was scared. Nervously screamed softly: "Godmother? “