If it weren't for the successful promotion and recovery on its own, I'm afraid I would have to refine a few more furnaces of pills.

Thinking that his body was still sitting on the ground at the door, Feng Qiyan retreated from the spirit ruins. He stood up and moved his arms and legs to open the door.

It was already sunset outside, and in the afterglow of the setting sun, Cui'er was still sitting under the porch embroidering her purse.

"Miss?" Hearing the sound, she hurriedly put down the needle and thread in her hand and stood up, "The slave maid went to prepare the toiletries." ”

"No need, it's getting dark, and I won't go out. Feng Tianyan touched his hair, "The hairstyle is not messy, there is nothing wrong." ”

"Miss, don't you want to go out with the prince at night?" Cui'er reminded in a low voice.

"Go out with him, then you don't have to dress up! I went to training, and I didn't come back with the same dirty body!" Feng Qian Yan said, looking at the purse in Cui'er's hand, "How many are you embroidering?

Cui'er blushed and said coquettishly: "Miss, you're here again!"

"Hey, hey......" Wind smiled wickedly.

Who knows, Cui'er's next words made Feng Tianyan's head suddenly bigger......

"Miss, it's May 21 today, and there's still a month and a half, it's the seventh day ......of the seventh month of July!

The seventh day of July?

The seventh day of the seventh month!

Begging Festival!

The corners of Feng Qianyan's lips twitched, recalling the incident he had responded to Xiao Yuchen: giving him a hand-embroidered purse and a brocade hand!

Cui'er's words later, Feng Qianyan didn't listen to them anymore, and his attention was all on how to solve the problem of purse and Jinpa! After looking at the miserable prototype of the "purse" that he had hidden in the boudoir in the spirit ruins, Feng Qianyan regretted that he had not done it at the beginning! Why did Xiao Yuchen get excited, and he stupidly agreed!

It's good now, it's hard to ride a tiger!

"Miss?" Seeing that the wind was stunned, Cui'er called.

"Oh. ”

"Miss, do you know that this begging festival is going to give the purse and brocade hand-embroidered by the prince?"

"Yes. Feng Qian nodded with a sad face.

Cui'er stretched out her hand: "What about the purse that the young lady sewed before going out, take it out and show it to the slave maid!"

"What's that?" Feng's eyes flickered, and he lied without changing his face, "Lost!"

"Lost?" Cui'er glanced at her young lady, obviously a little disbelieving.

Feng nodded wildly: "Mmmmmmmmmm

Who knows, Cui'er raised her chin: "It doesn't matter if you lose it, anyway, Miss didn't have a few stitches, just make a new one!"

"Do it, make a new one?" said Feng Qian Yan looked constipated.

"Miss, during this time, you take a quarter of an hour or two every day to come out, and Cui'er will teach you. As she spoke, Cui'er handed over two palm-sized pieces of cloth, "Let's start with the most basic stitches." Do you remember the flat needle technique that taught you before?"

"Remember-" Feng Qianyan silently added the second half of the sentence in his heart: But it won't be used!

"Just remember. Cui'er saw that her young lady didn't take the cloth head, so she forced it into Feng Qianyan's hand, and said while fingering: "Miss, first sew these two pieces of cloth together, from this side to this side, sew three sides and leave one side." ”

Then, he pressed Feng Tianyan to the small stool he was sitting on, picked up a needle with threaded thread, inserted it into the cloth, and said, "Miss, just sit here and obediently sew these two pieces of cloth." Slave go to the kitchenette to look at dinner, and come back to check later!"

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