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"It's a relic of the mother of our palace. The mother of this palace is a foreigner. She is proficient in embroidery outside the Great Wall, which is somewhat different from that in the Central Plains. Unfortunately, my mother's body was not good, and no one was born in this palace long ago. My father gave this sachet to the palace. She said that she had prepared it for the palace
The imperial concubines immediately comforted her.
"The embroidery outside the Great Wall is a little more complicated, and the color is also quite bold. Unlike our Central Plains, we pay special attention to the matching of colors. To look beautiful, the colors should not be too messy. "
"But the sachets in my palace were counted when I was free, and there were 88 colors on them."
"It doesn't look messy. On the contrary, it matches each other very well. You can't see it if you don't look carefully."
An Ningxiang pinches the handkerchief, with 88 colors. Why is it so similar to the sachet she picked up when she was a child.
At the first time, she only counted out 66 colors. She was a little older and more careful to distinguish them. When she counted out 88 colors, she was also shocked.
If she had not been taught by her mother, she might not have been able to count the colors on it.
Some colors, the difference is so little, so many colors, in a small sachet, really incredible.
The sachet was picked up by the river when she was a child.
As a child, she came into contact with embroidery. She thought it was worth studying, so she took it back.
She did think of many special embroidery methods from the above, but so far she has not thought it through, only learned a little.
After entering the palace, the sachet falls in the boudoir.
Later, someone sent a message to his family to bring the sachet in. But A letter from her family said that she couldn't find it. She could only blame it because she was accidentally lost and regretted that she couldn't.
Now listening to Tang Guo's words, an Ningxiang's heart is pounding. It's not really the sachet left by the imperial concubine, is it?
She had always been cautious, and she would not speak if she wanted to know.
"In that sachet, there is also a small gold lock, which was sent by my father," Tang Guo's face dew regretted, "what a pity."
This time, an Ningxiang is not calm. She can be sure that the sachet belongs to the imperial concubine. When she found it, there was a small gold lock in the sachet.
She was not interested in the golden lock and left the other party in the sachet. Instead, she studied the embroidery on the sachet every day.
Now the sachet to lose, even if not lost, an Ningxiang will never admit to picking up the sachet, who knows what will cause trouble.
Tang Guo glanced at the appearance of an Ning Xiang's drooping eyes. His heart was funny. His eyes turned for a moment and gave birth to a bad idea. He called Mei Lan to prepare his pen and ink.
All the imperial concubines thought that she was going to paint and write poetry. Unexpectedly, she spent half an hour painting a small, exquisite sachet.
"Look, sisters, is the sachet lost in this palace very beautiful, more exquisite than that of an GUI Ren?"
Imperial concubines have a look, isn't it?
What is more admirable is that the lady's good painting skills, clearly dead, but she was so lifelike by her painting, they all thought it was true, and they wanted to touch it, as if they had drawn all the stitches.
Meng Fei stood on one side, looking at the woman with a dimple like a flower, and her heart gushed with complexity.
I heard that the imperial concubine practised martial arts when she was a child. If it were not for the accident later, she would have been a beautiful woman who can write and use martial arts.
Such a woman entered the palace.
An Ningxiang looks at the familiar sachet, head lower.
This secret is rotten in my heart.
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"It's a relic of the mother of our palace. The mother of this palace is a foreigner. She is proficient in embroidery outside the Great Wall, which is somewhat different from that in the Central Plains. Unfortunately, my mother's body was not good, and no one was born in this palace long ago. My father gave this sachet to the palace. She said that she had prepared it for the palace
The imperial concubines immediately comforted her.
"The embroidery outside the Great Wall is a little more complicated, and the color is also quite bold. Unlike our Central Plains, we pay special attention to the matching of colors. To look beautiful, the colors should not be too messy. "
"But the sachets in my palace were counted when I was free, and there were 88 colors on them."
"It doesn't look messy. On the contrary, it matches each other very well. You can't see it if you don't look carefully."
An Ningxiang pinches the handkerchief, with 88 colors. Why is it so similar to the sachet she picked up when she was a child.
At the first time, she only counted out 66 colors. She was a little older and more careful to distinguish them. When she counted out 88 colors, she was also shocked.
If she had not been taught by her mother, she might not have been able to count the colors on it.
Some colors, the difference is so little, so many colors, in a small sachet, really incredible.
The sachet was picked up by the river when she was a child.
As a child, she came into contact with embroidery. She thought it was worth studying, so she took it back.
She did think of many special embroidery methods from the above, but so far she has not thought it through, only learned a little.
After entering the palace, the sachet falls in the boudoir.
Later, someone sent a message to his family to bring the sachet in. But A letter from her family said that she couldn't find it. She could only blame it because she was accidentally lost and regretted that she couldn't.
Now listening to Tang Guo's words, an Ningxiang's heart is pounding. It's not really the sachet left by the imperial concubine, is it?
She had always been cautious, and she would not speak if she wanted to know.
"In that sachet, there is also a small gold lock, which was sent by my father," Tang Guo's face dew regretted, "what a pity."
This time, an Ningxiang is not calm. She can be sure that the sachet belongs to the imperial concubine. When she found it, there was a small gold lock in the sachet.
She was not interested in the golden lock and left the other party in the sachet. Instead, she studied the embroidery on the sachet every day.
Now the sachet to lose, even if not lost, an Ningxiang will never admit to picking up the sachet, who knows what will cause trouble.
Tang Guo glanced at the appearance of an Ning Xiang's drooping eyes. His heart was funny. His eyes turned for a moment and gave birth to a bad idea. He called Mei Lan to prepare his pen and ink.
All the imperial concubines thought that she was going to paint and write poetry. Unexpectedly, she spent half an hour painting a small, exquisite sachet.
"Look, sisters, is the sachet lost in this palace very beautiful, more exquisite than that of an GUI Ren?"
Imperial concubines have a look, isn't it?
What is more admirable is that the lady's good painting skills, clearly dead, but she was so lifelike by her painting, they all thought it was true, and they wanted to touch it, as if they had drawn all the stitches.
Meng Fei stood on one side, looking at the woman with a dimple like a flower, and her heart gushed with complexity.
I heard that the imperial concubine practised martial arts when she was a child. If it were not for the accident later, she would have been a beautiful woman who can write and use martial arts.
Such a woman entered the palace.
An Ningxiang looks at the familiar sachet, head lower.
This secret is rotten in my heart.
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"It's a relic of the mother of our palace. The mother of this palace is a foreigner. She is proficient in embroidery outside the Great Wall, which is somewhat different from that in the Central Plains. Unfortunately, my mother's body was not good, and no one was born in this palace long ago. My father gave this sachet to the palace. She said that she had prepared it for the palace The imperial concubines immediately comforted her. "The embroidery outside the Great Wall is a little more complicated, and the color is also quite bold. Unlike our Central Plains, we pay special attention to the matching of colors. To look beautiful, the colors should not be too messy. " "But the sachets in my palace were counted when I was free, and there were 88 colors on them." "It doesn't look messy. On the contrary, it matches each other very well. You can't see it if you don't look carefully." An Ningxiang pinches the handkerchief, with 88 colors. Why is it so similar to the sachet she picked up when she was a child. At the first time, she only counted out 66 colors. She was a little older and more careful to distinguish them. When she counted out 88 colors, she was also shocked. If she had not been taught by her mother, she might not have been able to count the colors on it. Some colors, the difference is so little, so many colors, in a small sachet, really incredible. The sachet was picked up by the river when she was a child. As a child, she came into contact with embroidery. She thought it was worth studying, so she took it back. She did think of many special embroidery methods from the above, but so far she has not thought it through, only learned a little. After entering the palace, the sachet falls in the boudoir. Later, someone sent a message to his family to bring the sachet in. But A letter from her family said that she couldn't find it. She could only blame it because she was accidentally lost and regretted that she couldn't. Now listening to Tang Guo's words, an Ningxiang's heart is pounding. It's not really the sachet left by the imperial concubine, is it? She had always been cautious, and she would not speak if she wanted to know. "In that sachet, there is also a small gold lock, which was sent by my father," Tang Guo's face dew regretted, "what a pity." This time, an Ningxiang is not calm. She can be sure that the sachet belongs to the imperial concubine. When she found it, there was a small gold lock in the sachet. She was not interested in the golden lock and left the other party in the sachet. Instead, she studied the embroidery on the sachet every day. Now the sachet to lose, even if not lost, an Ningxiang will never admit to picking up the sachet, who knows what will cause trouble. Tang Guo glanced at the appearance of an Ning Xiang's drooping eyes. His heart was funny. His eyes turned for a moment and gave birth to a bad idea. He called Mei Lan to prepare his pen and ink. All the imperial concubines thought that she was going to paint and write poetry. Unexpectedly, she spent half an hour painting a small, exquisite sachet. "Look, sisters, is the sachet lost in this palace very beautiful, more exquisite than that of an GUI Ren?" Imperial concubines have a look, isn't it? What is more admirable is that the lady's good painting skills, clearly dead, but she was so lifelike by her painting, they all thought it was true, and they wanted to touch it, as if they had drawn all the stitches. Meng Fei stood on one side, looking at the woman with a dimple like a flower, and her heart gushed with complexity. I heard that the imperial concubine practised martial arts when she was a child. If it were not for the accident later, she would have been a beautiful woman who can write and use martial arts. Such a woman entered the palace. An Ningxiang looks at the familiar sachet, head lower. This secret is rotten in my heart. www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
