Chapter 478: 478
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"Ningxiang, my sachet is old. You can embroider one for me," Xuanyuan Mo said casually. He took out another painting with a totem on it. "I found a totem in the book by chance. I like it and rust this one."
When an Ningxiang saw the totem, she was stunned for a moment, "where did amo see this totem?" Her heart is a little messy, this is not a totem found on sachet when she was a child?
How did she rust out? The embroidery on it was complicated and colorful, and she could only see some fur.
Xuanyuan ink saw the reaction of an Ningxiang, narrowed his eyes and picked up the old sachet he had once worn. "Isn't the pattern of a sachet worn before Ningxiang resemble this totem?"
"It's a little similar, but the complexity and difficulty of the two are not the same," an Ningxiang still shook his head honestly. He didn't know the purpose of Xuanyuan ink. Xuanyuan ink never fell into the water when he was young. "This totem is too complex, and Ningxiang can't either."
"I remember that Ningxiang's mother was a very excellent embroiderer. I don't know if she can?"
An Ning Xiang shakes her head, "mother does not know this embroidery method."
"Oh?" Xuanyuan ink's heart sank, "the embroidery method that Ningxiang can use is not passed down by your mother?"
"Except for this one, it's all from mother." An Ningxiang felt strange, "ah Mo, why are you interested in this today?"
The blood color on Xuanyuan's ink face faded a lot. He quickly clenched his fist and kept calm. He continued to ask, "who did you learn from Ningxiang?"
"Naturally
An Ningxiang suddenly reacts that she learned from the sachet lost by the imperial concubine. She also remembers that Xuanyuan Mo first noticed her, in fact, she was looking at her sachet. She was responsible for the embroidery of sachets for him. It seemed that he especially liked the sachets she made. Now Xuanyuan ink suddenly asked, is it
He is good to her, everything is out of that sachet?
She was shocked that the sachet belonged to the imperial concubine. What origin did Xuanyuan Mo have with her when she was a child?
If this is true, after Xuan Yuan Mo knows the truth, how should she deal with herself?
An Ningxiang pinched her veil, dropped her eyes, and said calmly, "naturally, I learned from an embroiderer. Now I don't know where she went."
An Ningxiang, although in the palace, has been well protected by Xuanyuan ink. Xuanyuan Mo is not smart as Xuanyuan Mie, but he is also an emperor who can sit on the throne.
An Ningxiang Lengshen nervous moment, how he can not distinguish.
He knows too much about an Ning Xiang's small movements. She is lying.
An Ningxiang, maybe not the one he's looking for.
Thinking of the sachet on the emperor's waist, his heart is heavy. The truth should not be the same as he thinks. If it is really like that, I dare not think about it. He feels that his chest is going to burst and his whole body is cold. He is like a red fruit standing in the ice and snow, and like being roasted on a volcano. It's very uncomfortable.
"Let's change it."
Xuanyuan ink expression put up, and did not show any let an Ning Xiang doubt the action, "I also accidentally saw."
An Ningxiang can't distinguish, but dare not take it lightly, just nod to answer.
One night later, Xuanyuan Mo came to the dark guard to investigate and settle down again, as well as the Tang family.
It's too long since I fell into the water when I was a child. It's not a matter of a moment and a half to get the result. Xuanyuan ink was in a panic all day, and his heart was jumping around, as if to jump out of his mind.
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"Ningxiang, my sachet is old. You can embroider one for me," Xuanyuan Mo said casually. He took out another painting with a totem on it. "I found a totem in the book by chance. I like it and rust this one."
When an Ningxiang saw the totem, she was stunned for a moment, "where did amo see this totem?" Her heart is a little messy, this is not a totem found on sachet when she was a child?
How did she rust out? The embroidery on it was complicated and colorful, and she could only see some fur.
Xuanyuan ink saw the reaction of an Ningxiang, narrowed his eyes and picked up the old sachet he had once worn. "Isn't the pattern of a sachet worn before Ningxiang resemble this totem?"
"It's a little similar, but the complexity and difficulty of the two are not the same," an Ningxiang still shook his head honestly. He didn't know the purpose of Xuanyuan ink. Xuanyuan ink never fell into the water when he was young. "This totem is too complex, and Ningxiang can't either."
"I remember that Ningxiang's mother was a very excellent embroiderer. I don't know if she can?"
An Ning Xiang shakes her head, "mother does not know this embroidery method."
"Oh?" Xuanyuan ink's heart sank, "the embroidery method that Ningxiang can use is not passed down by your mother?"
"Except for this one, it's all from mother." An Ningxiang felt strange, "ah Mo, why are you interested in this today?"
The blood color on Xuanyuan's ink face faded a lot. He quickly clenched his fist and kept calm. He continued to ask, "who did you learn from Ningxiang?"
"Naturally
An Ningxiang suddenly reacts that she learned from the sachet lost by the imperial concubine. She also remembers that Xuanyuan Mo first noticed her, in fact, she was looking at her sachet. She was responsible for the embroidery of sachets for him. It seemed that he especially liked the sachets she made. Now Xuanyuan ink suddenly asked, is it
He is good to her, everything is out of that sachet?
She was shocked that the sachet belonged to the imperial concubine. What origin did Xuanyuan Mo have with her when she was a child?
If this is true, after Xuan Yuan Mo knows the truth, how should she deal with herself?
An Ningxiang pinched her veil, dropped her eyes, and said calmly, "naturally, I learned from an embroiderer. Now I don't know where she went."
An Ningxiang, although in the palace, has been well protected by Xuanyuan ink. Xuanyuan Mo is not smart as Xuanyuan Mie, but he is also an emperor who can sit on the throne.
An Ningxiang Lengshen nervous moment, how he can not distinguish.
He knows too much about an Ning Xiang's small movements. She is lying.
An Ningxiang, maybe not the one he's looking for.
Thinking of the sachet on the emperor's waist, his heart is heavy. The truth should not be the same as he thinks. If it is really like that, I dare not think about it. He feels that his chest is going to burst and his whole body is cold. He is like a red fruit standing in the ice and snow, and like being roasted on a volcano. It's very uncomfortable.
"Let's change it."
Xuanyuan ink expression put up, and did not show any let an Ning Xiang doubt the action, "I also accidentally saw."
An Ningxiang can't distinguish, but dare not take it lightly, just nod to answer.
One night later, Xuanyuan Mo came to the dark guard to investigate and settle down again, as well as the Tang family.
It's too long since I fell into the water when I was a child. It's not a matter of a moment and a half to get the result. Xuanyuan ink was in a panic all day, and his heart was jumping around, as if to jump out of his mind.
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"Ningxiang, my sachet is old. You can embroider one for me," Xuanyuan Mo said casually. He took out another painting with a totem on it. "I found a totem in the book by chance. I like it and rust this one." When an Ningxiang saw the totem, she was stunned for a moment, "where did amo see this totem?" Her heart is a little messy, this is not a totem found on sachet when she was a child? How did she rust out? The embroidery on it was complicated and colorful, and she could only see some fur. Xuanyuan ink saw the reaction of an Ningxiang, narrowed his eyes and picked up the old sachet he had once worn. "Isn't the pattern of a sachet worn before Ningxiang resemble this totem?" "It's a little similar, but the complexity and difficulty of the two are not the same," an Ningxiang still shook his head honestly. He didn't know the purpose of Xuanyuan ink. Xuanyuan ink never fell into the water when he was young. "This totem is too complex, and Ningxiang can't either." "I remember that Ningxiang's mother was a very excellent embroiderer. I don't know if she can?" An Ning Xiang shakes her head, "mother does not know this embroidery method." "Oh?" Xuanyuan ink's heart sank, "the embroidery method that Ningxiang can use is not passed down by your mother?" "Except for this one, it's all from mother." An Ningxiang felt strange, "ah Mo, why are you interested in this today?" The blood color on Xuanyuan's ink face faded a lot. He quickly clenched his fist and kept calm. He continued to ask, "who did you learn from Ningxiang?" "Naturally An Ningxiang suddenly reacts that she learned from the sachet lost by the imperial concubine. She also remembers that Xuanyuan Mo first noticed her, in fact, she was looking at her sachet. She was responsible for the embroidery of sachets for him. It seemed that he especially liked the sachets she made. Now Xuanyuan ink suddenly asked, is it He is good to her, everything is out of that sachet? She was shocked that the sachet belonged to the imperial concubine. What origin did Xuanyuan Mo have with her when she was a child? If this is true, after Xuan Yuan Mo knows the truth, how should she deal with herself? An Ningxiang pinched her veil, dropped her eyes, and said calmly, "naturally, I learned from an embroiderer. Now I don't know where she went." An Ningxiang, although in the palace, has been well protected by Xuanyuan ink. Xuanyuan Mo is not smart as Xuanyuan Mie, but he is also an emperor who can sit on the throne. An Ningxiang Lengshen nervous moment, how he can not distinguish. He knows too much about an Ning Xiang's small movements. She is lying. An Ningxiang, maybe not the one he's looking for. Thinking of the sachet on the emperor's waist, his heart is heavy. The truth should not be the same as he thinks. If it is really like that, I dare not think about it. He feels that his chest is going to burst and his whole body is cold. He is like a red fruit standing in the ice and snow, and like being roasted on a volcano. It's very uncomfortable. "Let's change it." Xuanyuan ink expression put up, and did not show any let an Ning Xiang doubt the action, "I also accidentally saw." An Ningxiang can't distinguish, but dare not take it lightly, just nod to answer. One night later, Xuanyuan Mo came to the dark guard to investigate and settle down again, as well as the Tang family. It's too long since I fell into the water when I was a child. It's not a matter of a moment and a half to get the result. Xuanyuan ink was in a panic all day, and his heart was jumping around, as if to jump out of his mind. www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
