food queen

Chapter 410 Fat Dragon Purse (3)
Han Qian really started to do needlework seriously.

Because it was the first serious job, she also knew that she didn't have much patience, so she didn't overdo it, but chose a fairly simple dragon pattern - a dragon-shaped pattern, a changed, simple pattern. , a single embroidery thread can be completed, and the stitch method is also the simplest flat stitch.

The original plan was to cut a baby's bellyband with this piece of satin after the pattern was embroidered. The reason why she embroidered first and then cut it was because the nanny was afraid that if the empress did not embroider well after cutting, she would be unhappy. Anyway, doing the difficult things first, and then doing the easy ones, will make people more satisfied.

Han Qian also made up her mind to do this needlework well - in the future, she can show the child to him when he grows up: how about it, mother embroidered it by herself!In this way, as a mother, she will also have a good example in the hearts of the children.

Things like drawing the appearance don't need to be done by the empress herself, someone has already taken care of it.

It's not too difficult to thread a needle. Han Qian didn't bother anyone else, so he did it himself.

Then the first stitch, starting from the dragon's beard, felt so easy.

Arranged in this order, the second stitch is okay, and the third stitch... is not so good.

"Oh! I tied a knot, what should I do?" Han Qian looked up at the nanny helplessly as she saw that the silk thread was tied into a knot and couldn't be pulled out no matter what.

The nurse hurried forward, took a needle and straightened the silk threads.

"Huh—" Han Qian exhaled, clenched his fists and said, "Continue."

"Your Majesty, is your neck sore? Why don't you stop and rest for a while before you embroider?"

"No need." Han Qian clumsily pinched the embroidery needle and continued.

"Your Majesty, why don't you drink some water? The ground dragon is burned in this room, it's really too dry." Apple couldn't stand it anymore, so he handed over a cup of warm honey water.

"No need." Han Qian continued to embroider without looking up.

"Your Majesty, it's not bright enough here, it hurts your eyes carefully, why don't you embroider under the window." Xiang Cheng couldn't stand it any longer, and hurriedly stepped forward to persuade her.

"Oh, no need! You all go away, don't surround me!" Han Qian said impatiently.

So, everyone spread out in every corner, secretly and silently paying attention to the empress who was doing needlework seriously.

Two quarters of an hour later, Han Qian sighed long, put the things in his hand into the needlework pineapple, and slowly raised his head.

"Your Majesty, are you tired? Drink some water, and this servant will rub your shoulders." Apple hurried forward.

"The neck, the neck is straight!" Han Qian shook his head lightly.

"Okay, okay, I'll rub it for you." Pingguo'er rubbed Han Qian's neck while sneaking a look at the dragon pattern embroidered on the yellow satin - a dragon beard had been embroidered, but... alas!Pingguo sighed silently, this is the empress's first needlework, so don't talk too much.

Yun Shuo, who was leaning on the warm couch and reading a book, saw the situation here, put down the book in his hand, got up and came over to have fun, reached out and took the piece of satin and looked at it carefully for a long time, Fang asked: "Queen, is this embroidered cloth?" Is it the dragon claw or..."

"What dragon claw? Whose dragon claw grows on the head?" Han Qian said angrily.

"Then this is the dragon's horn?" Yun Shuo asked again, holding back a smile.

Han Qian pulled the satin and unfolded it, with a look of indignation: "Dragon beard! Do you know the dragon's beard? If you don't understand it, don't guess."

"Dragon...beard?!" Yun Shuo's eyes widened in surprise, and he looked at Han Qian in disbelief, "Empress Empress, how do I see your dragon beard is thicker than a dragon's horn!"

"Pfft—" The orange next to her couldn't hold back her laughter.

Han Qian glared at Yun Shuo angrily, then turned his head and gave Xiangcheng a supercilious look, and snorted displeasedly: "I don't agree? If you don't accept it, you can embroider it and have a look!"

"This, this is a little difficult." Yun Shuo shook his head solemnly, "The so-called specialization in art, I really can't do this job."

"That's enough." Han Qian snorted.

"Well, I know that the Queen's specialty is not in this. Why don't we let it go for a while?" Yun Shuo stretched out his hand and pulled Han Qian up, "Let's go for a walk with me. After sitting for half a day, my legs are sore and numb. right?"

Han Qian took advantage of the slope to get off the donkey, got up and followed Yun Shuo and walked out. When he got to the door, he suddenly turned around and told the nanny: "Don't remove the dragon's beard I embroidered, I don't believe I can't embroider it well!"

The nanny who was thinking about this hurriedly responded: "Your Majesty, don't worry, the servant promises not to move."

Han Qian followed Yun Shuo around the back porch twice and came back. After lunch, he took a nap and got up to embroider again.

Yun Shuo had never seen her so persistent, and couldn't bear to make fun of her for a while.

After a few days like this, with a long sigh, the empress's big project was finally done.

"Okay? Show me quickly." Yun Shuo was the first to come forward to appreciate it.

Holding the satin corner with both hands, Han Qian frowned and looked at the dragon (worm) she had embroidered, and sighed helplessly: "It seems to be a little fatter."

More than fat 'point'?It's just fat... horrible, okay?Yun Shuo endured and endured, finally smiled slightly, and sighed: "This must be a baby dragon, and it can't fly yet... Well, when you grow up and do more exercise, you won't be so fat."

"Pfft—" This time it was the empress who burst out laughing.

"Haha..." The maids and eunuchs beside him also laughed.

Yun Shuo didn't smile, he gestured left and right with the piece of satin, and sighed: "The dragon you embroidered is also a little smaller, right? It doesn't seem right to make a bellyband for a child..."

"Well, it's indeed inappropriate." Han Qian nodded and smiled, "So, I'm going to make a purse for you, Brother Emperor. It's...my New Year's gift for you, okay?"

"Very good!" Yun Shuo nodded in satisfaction, his wife's first embroidery was finally successfully obtained.When the child grows up in the future, he won't be crushed by that little bastard.

"Okay! Then it's settled." Han Qian sighed with relief, "I'll embroider a better one for the child after the new year. Otherwise, I'll be ashamed to say that my mother embroidered it—how embarrassing. !"

Yun Shuo was speechless for a moment: You don't feel ashamed to give your child's affection to his father, do you?
In the twinkling of an eye, it was the first day of the new year, and in the palace, auspicious bells sounded for the new year, and the auspicious colors shone brightly, and all the ministers came to congratulate them.

The emperor and the empress wore brand-new court clothes and boarded the dragon and phoenix seat of the Tai Chi Hall side by side to receive the New Year's greetings from the ministers.

After the congratulations, there will be a banquet from the imperial garden as usual.

Xiao Lin, the chief minister of the cabinet who walked in the front of the group of ministers and was one step away from His Majesty the Emperor, was getting old now, and his eyesight was dim. He had to walk with the agarwood cane bestowed by the Emperor.

(End of this chapter)