The trump card against the heavenly concubine

Chapter 1212 [Hand embroidery] 07
"Nansheng Guyao!" Huang Yuezhen bit her lips and looked at him, and couldn't help calling his name.

"What's the matter? It's okay. I'm not going to die. What are you so worried about? It's just a small stab. It's okay." Nan Sheng Guyao patted her on the back. Don't be soft-hearted, this will be sentimental.

"Well, then I'll be stabbed. If you can't bear the pain, just call me." Huang Yuezhen swallowed a big mouthful of saliva, her palms were a little sweaty. She killed countless people. Trembling, let alone sweating.

Now, what happened to her?She became nervous, the more she watched the sharp needle approaching Nan Sheng Gu Yao's skin, she felt a little scared, wondering if the scar was always reminding herself that she had stabbed Nan Sheng Gu Yao or how is it.

This time, Huang Yuezhen was embroidering for Nan Sheng Gu Yao, feeling unprecedentedly worried, anxious, and afraid, with mixed feelings in her heart, as if it was not a good taste to overturn the seasoning.

Because he is the one she loves, and she is also reluctant to bear his pain, and even less willing to prick him like this, as if those needles are all on her body.

Huang Yuezhen was holding the silver needle, and was reluctant to do it for a long time. Nansheng Guyao couldn't stand it, so he put his hand on her hand and stabbed her hand into his skin.

"Ah!" Huang Yuezhen couldn't help closing her eyes and exclaimed, the needle was caught off guard, and her heart couldn't help beating fast.

"It's okay, look, I don't feel any pain at all." Nan Sheng Gu Yao comforted her, in his heart, no matter how strong she is usually, no matter how murderous she is, she is actually a little woman with flesh and blood and feelings.

"Does it really hurt?" She stretched out her hand and touched the place where she had just been pricked with the needle, it was very small, but there were still blood beads coming out, Huang Yuezhen also quickly wiped it off with a towel for Nan Sheng Gu Yao.

Next, Nansheng Guyao took Huang Yuezhen to embroider on his body. He tried his best to make his expression relaxed and happy, but how could it not hurt when the needle pricked his skin? He just didn't frown from the beginning to the end.

Huang Yuezhen saw that Nansheng Guyao really didn't feel any pain at all, so she boldly finished the embroidery on her own.

After an hour or two, Huang Yuezhen finally embroidered the pattern she embroidered.

"Okay, Nansheng Guyao, let's see how it goes." Huang Yuezhen said.

Nan Sheng Gu Yao raised his handsome eyebrows, "Well, this pair of teal ducks are embroidered vividly."

"Nan Sheng Gu Yao, this is a mandarin duck." Huang Yue Zhen said angrily.

"Well, it's mandarin ducks, this one is you, and this one is me, right?" Nan Sheng Guyao pointed at the two mandarin ducks embroidered like ducks with a funny face and said.

"Don't be so childish, okay?" Huang Yuezhen was already used to this person's childish behavior.

Nansheng Guyao continued, "The embroidery is finished, and then I will embroider it with your name."

"Is this necessary? You didn't watch me embroider. Could it be that you didn't know that I embroidered it after you fell asleep? Do you want me to embroider the time, place, or another poem for you?" Huang Yuezhen pouted, this guy really is.

"Sure, it's just that embroidering a poem is a little troublesome. Back then, I was going to embroider a poem for you." Nansheng Guyao said seriously.

"I can embroider one more character for you, please don't torment me, okay?" I just maintained one movement and embroidered seriously for two or three hours, and my hands are sore, okay?

(End of this chapter)