Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

"Don't worry, I understand." Mo Junli nodded hastily when he heard this, and An Sheng ran out to torture Yan Chuan after he finished speaking.

Master Mu stayed in the room and pondered for a while, then quickly wrote down a few prescriptions with a pen.

Before the prescription was completely dry, she caught Li Yunchi by the way, checked the little boy's homework, until she confirmed that the homework of the little noodle dough was not in the slightest, and the prescription was also dry, and was picked up by Mo Junli After tidying up, Fang drove back to the Duke's Mansion.

At that time Mu Shiyao and the others had not yet returned home, Mu Xici was bored alone in Fulan Pavilion, so she simply ran to Liuxia Garden to watch her sister's wedding gown embroidered.

When Master Mu rushed to Liuxia Garden, Mu Xiyin just changed the gold thread and was about to carefully embroider the phoenix tail feather on the wedding dress.

Seeing this, the little girl hugged her chest, tilted her head and stared at the two-foot-wide and three-foot-wide solid wood embroidery frame for a long while, only to feel that her eyes were about to be blinded by the phoenix embroidered on the bright red dark flower satin. Blind.

Mu Xiyin's embroidering skills have always been better than the most powerful embroiderer in the Duke's mansion, this phoenix embroidered with beaded gold and mixed with five-color silk thread is naturally embroidered by her lifelike.

Mu Xici looked at the phoenix that seemed to be able to break free from the cloth cover and fly to the sky in the next breath, looked at the delicate stitches on each tail feather of the bird, and the jade beads that were carefully nailed on... …

Naoren felt pain uncontrollably.

In the future...will she also embroider such terrible things?
Help, she doesn't have sister's superb embroidery skills!

Otherwise, she'd better stay in the Duke's mansion for the rest of her life, anyway, it doesn't affect her helping that old Mo Junli conquer the world, does it?
The little girl hugged her head in pain and wrinkled her face. In her heart, Mimi thumped the retreating drum loudly. Mu Xiyin, who had changed the gold thread, caught a glimpse of her little sister's tangled and hideous face from the corner of her eye. With a small face, he couldn't hold back his laughter on the spot.

"A Ci, what's your expression? It looks like you have some deep hatred with this embroidery frame." The girl put down the embroidery needle in hand, and moved her already sore fingers when she looked back.

When Mu Xici heard this, the ferocious expression on her face couldn't help becoming more ferocious, she scratched her head and frowned, her gaze seemed to burn through the embroidered frame.

"Don't tell me, Sister, I really want to have a 'deep hatred' for following this embroidered cloth." Master Mu raised his head and took a deep breath, trying to calm down his extremely complicated mood, "The main thing is that... ..."

"Sister, this daughter's family is getting married, do you really have to embroider the wedding dress yourself?"

"According to Qianping's custom, it's like this." Mu Xiyin was slightly startled when she heard this, and then nodded slightly, "Even if the girl's embroidery is not good, at least you have to embroider the clothes on your own." Phoenix bird."

"However... Generally speaking, if the embroidery work of a girl's family is not very exquisite, her parents will probably find a good embroiderer with fine work half a year to a year before she gets married, and ask the embroiderer to bring the new bride Let's embroider together."

"So, except for those like Yantang sister who got married in a hurry after less than a month of engagement, ordinary people don't need to worry too much about this."

The girl who started her needle again patiently explained, Yan Qi couldn't help laughing and teased her little sister: "Why, Ah Ci is watching her sister embroider a wedding dress, and she wants to get married too?"

"No way, Sister, you're used to teasing little—" the little girl stroked her chest in pain, "I'm obviously watching you embroider this dress, and I can't stop feeling dizzy!"

"Although I'm still young at this age, there are still three or five years before I leave the court, but when I think of marrying someone, I have to embroider such a big bird, and I don't want to marry."

——She wants to be a quiet squat at home. She is not allowed to squat at home, even if she squats at the border.

"...If you really don't want to get married," Mu Xiyin's expression paled when he thought of Mo Junli's temper, "Will His Highness the Seventh Prince just make a fuss and lie in the gate of the Duke's Mansion or in His Majesty's imperial study, Not leaving?"

Master Mu's breathing was slightly stagnant when he heard the sound: "Don't say it, this is really the old man's style."

——Others cry once, make trouble and hang themselves three times, but this guy cries once, makes trouble again, and rolls over three times!

"...Don't worry, Ah Ci, you're only fourteen this year, won't you still have three or five years?" The girl whose paws were numb for a moment pretended to cough, "Or, from this year on, you'll be fine if you have nothing to do. Learn two more needles with the embroiderers in Fuzhong, and practice... in advance?"

"Then... what if I can't learn it?" Mu Xici lamented, this female celebrity was one of the few sad things in her two lives, comparable to cooking——

When she first returned to the Duke's Mansion in her previous life, she was often pressured by Xiao Shuhua and others to imitate that troublesome female celebrity.

But the problem is, she was born to lead the army and fight, and she really didn't do the delicate and troublesome work. Later, the old embroiderer who taught her embroidery was so angry that she was about to suffer from old illnesses. , She was stunned and didn't understand a small 戗 (pronounced "choke") needle (embroidery technique)!

"Learn, can't learn..." Mu Xiyin couldn't help trembling when she heard the words, she really didn't expect her little sister to hold back such an answer to her, "It shouldn't be so... It's pretty simple."

"Sister, last time Lingqin told me that milk cake is very easy to make." Mu Xici hid her face and sighed, "Then I fried two pots."

"The last bowl of milk cake was made by Lingqin who prepared the ingredients for me, lit the stove, and watched me stir the pot step by step."

"Also, I accidentally added the wrong sweet-scented osmanthus, which almost killed His Royal Highness the Seventh."

"Candy sweet-scented osmanthus can be added by mistake..." Mu Xiyin, who was caught off guard by the sad news, had her pupils trembling like an earthquake, "No, what did you add?"

"White sugar and pickled dried osmanthus." Master Mu spread his hands innocently, "The ratio of two spoonfuls of sugar to one spoonful of sweet-scented osmanthus adds up to four spoonfuls of sugar and two spoonfuls of sweet-scented osmanthus."

"Anyway, I remember that Ah Yan ate that bowl of milk cake and drank almost four or five pots of water, and his voice was hoarse for a long time... Sister, sometimes we have to admit that if you don't have talent, you don't have it." talent."

The little girl said and looked up at the sky with vicissitudes: "I can't learn to cook, and I guess I can't learn that hapless female celebrity..."

Four spoons of sugar, two spoons of sweet-scented osmanthus.

His Highness the Seventh Highness is really a ruthless person who can eat such a bowl of milk cake abruptly.

Mu Xiyin was dumbfounded. It was only now that she discovered that her little sister had the magical ability to kill people without blood. She trembled for a while, and managed to find her voice after a long time: "...it's okay. Ah Ci."

"This female red... female red should be easier than cooking. You work hard and learn how to make do. At worst, you can only embroider a few stitches later, and leave the rest to the embroiderer."

"No, Sister." Master Mu held his hands full of shame, "To tell you the truth, I was actually under Xiao Shi's custody before, and I studied female celebrities for a while, that's when."

Hearing this, Mu Xiyin was suddenly alert: "Then?"

"Then I made the old lady who taught me mad." The guilt on Mu Xici's face became more and more serious.