Cui'er said solemnly: "Miss, in the future, our aunt's underwear and purse will all be prepared by you!

When the wind heard this, he smiled even more vigorously.

"Oh, Miss, don't laugh, Cui'er is talking to you about serious things!" Cui'er kept laughing when she saw the wind, and couldn't help but sigh.

Feng Qianyan pursed his lips: "Okay Cui'er, do you know that your young lady and I don't know anything about needlework!"

As he spoke, Feng Tianyan imagined the picture of Xiao Yuchen wearing the underwear and underwear that he made himself, and couldn't help laughing again.

"Miss, it doesn't matter if you don't, Cui'er will teach you! This is still seven years away from Ji Lu, Miss can learn slowly, don't be in a hurry." Cui'er tried her best to persuade, "If Miss thinks that Cui'er's craft is not successful, we can find a better embroidery girl to teach ......."

Feng Qianyan blinked his eyes, and thought about it: the wound of the operation can be stitched up so beautifully, maybe this life may be able to enlighten a little?

So, he interrupted Cui'er's words: "Okay, okay, okay Cui'er, Miss, I can't learn, can't I succeed?"

When Cui'er heard this, she said excitedly: "Miss, it just so happens that the soup I stewed for you will take a quarter of an hour to be good, and Cui'er will teach you the simplest stitching method first." As he spoke, he shouted to the room on the side: "Xia Ling, move an embroidery pier for Miss!"

"Xia Ling, the new maid?" asked Feng Qianyan.

"Miss Hui, when the prince was dining with us a few days ago, those two little girls dared to secretly think about our uncle, and we maids who have no rules can't stay. On the same day, Cui'er took it upon herself to send the two back to Ning's heart and asked Mrs. to send them down. No, Mrs. personally picked two little girls—" As she was talking, a little girl about ten years old came over with an embroidery pier. Cui'er pointed and said, "Miss, this is Xia Ling, and the other is called Luzhu, staring at it in the kitchen." ”

The little girl stepped forward, gently put the embroidery pier at the feet of Feng Qianyan, and saluted respectfully: "Xia Ling has seen the eldest lady." ”

"Get up. Feng Qian Yan said.

"Yes, Miss Xie. Xia Ling replied softly, slowly straightening up, but still bowing her head slightly.

Feng Qianyan looked Xia Ling up and down: he learned the rules well, his appearance was more delicate, and he looked gentle and lovely.

Cui'er saw that her young lady looked quite satisfied, and said to Xia Ling: "Okay, it's none of your business here, go to the kitchen and tell Luzhu that the eldest lady is back." In a quarter of an hour, the soup will be almost there, and then let's set the meal. ”

"Yes, Sister Cui'er. Xia Ling nodded in response, and then poured her face into the wind and blessed her body, "Miss, the slave and maid retreated first." ”

Cui'er straightened the position of the embroidery pier and said, "Miss, you sit." ”

After Feng Qianyan sat down, Cui'er moved her embroidery pier and sat down next to her young lady. He took out a one-foot-square dark brocade with embroidered patterns from the embroidered basket, spread it out in front of the wind, and pointed to the embroidered pattern on it: "Miss, this is a piece of brocade." You see, this is the flat needle, which is the easiest way to embroider. ”

Feng Qianyan took the brocade, looked at it in the direction of the sky with both hands, and frowned: "It's so complicated...... Cui'er, I'll be exempt from the embroidery work, let's teach Miss how to sew first!"