Quick Travel: When a delicate beauty becomes cannon fodder

The blisters caused by rubbing the strings were not very obvious on the red and swollen fingertips. Song Mushi grabbed her hand and applied medicine to her, and the herbal fragrance was strong for a while.The sky was already getting a little dusk, and the servants came to spread the news that dinner was ready and invited them to come over and have a meal.

When she entered the dining room, she met a pair of cold and thick eyes. She glanced at them and looked away. She paused slightly and followed Song Muchi to sit down next to him.

During the meal, Mr. Song and Mrs. Song also mentioned the assessment in two days. There was no lack of attention in his words, and she was also concerned about their progress.Her approach was as close as ever, but she seemed a little too excited.

Ruan Ruan put down her chopsticks, said goodbye and took her maid back to her yard. The guqin she had just practiced was still left at Song Muchi's place, and she did not pick it up.

On the sixth day of the dungeon, they had breakfast together as usual and separated, and the old nanny invited them over again.

The qin that was left at Song Muchi's place was brought back last night after practice. The maid held the qin and stopped outside the courtyard, and she carried it in personally.

Today she was wearing a white dress. Only the cuffs had subtle gold embroidery, minimal decoration, and there was only a white jade hairpin in her bun, but the fabric was of the highest quality.

She was not the first person to arrive. Other players, also wearing the same white clothes, had already sat down at their seats and had their guqins set up.

Ruan Ruan put down his piano and sat down at his seat. After waiting for a while, everyone had already arrived.

The old woman standing at the front walked down, stopped in front of the player closest to her, and signaled her to start.

The maid behind the old mama was holding a black wooden plate with two blooming flowers on it, a white tea plant and a light red albizia.

Carefully preserve the calyx.

Ruan Ruan heard that her evaluation of the previous person was good, and then she took out a tea flower from the wooden plate and tied it in the player's hair herself.

After only practicing for two days, even after receiving praise from Song Muchi, he was still a little nervous as she approached. She took a deep breath and thought about the fingering techniques he taught her again in her mind.

Soon it was her turn. The old woman stood in front of her, with a shadow covering the surface of the piano. She put aside her distracting thoughts and looked serious, lowering her head and playing hard.

It's pretty smooth, and there aren't any big mistakes, but it's just a little flat.

After listening to her playing, the old nanny didn't say anything for a while, her face was rigid and serious, "Feng Qiu Huang, it's acceptable."

The crumpled hands that were almost covered with wrinkles picked up the albizia flowers on the wooden tray. Fang moved some distance away from the wooden tray. His eyes fell on her somewhere and seemed to pause. Then he suddenly put it back and put on a flower. Duo Tumi.

He lowered his head and let her put the hairpin in her hair.

Next came Nv Hong. The maids prepared everything quickly and removed all the guqins that had been used on the table.

When they first came into contact with female embroidery that day, the old woman provided them with complicated embroidery samples for reference. They had to follow each stitch to embroider, but there was no pricking of fingers, but the finished product was a bit ugly.

There were no specific requirements this time. They were just asked to make a purse themselves, and they were allowed to freely express the patterns embroidered on it.

When it was over, the sky was already a little dim. She handed over the purse in her hand, which was embroidered with a flower. The stitching was rough and the petals were a little deformed. It couldn't be said to be exquisite.But at least I can tell what the pattern is.

Her body felt stiff and sore after maintaining the same posture for a long time. In the past two days, she had focused most of her energy on practicing the guqin. She had tried to embroider the complicated embroidery pattern she got that day several times, but... it was really too difficult. (End of chapter)