Crossing the Queen Feitian: The Harem Male Concubine

Chapter 504 [Special episode] Witch Yao Day, the heroine of the world (8)

Some anticipation... and some fear.

In the younger generation, girls have the upper hand, and from now on, they will choose men, and the ones who are left to cry... will become men.

I don't have too much extravagance, and I live an ordinary life as before. Boys don't need to read and write, but young ladies like my sister need to worry about it.

I don’t know when I became obsessed with needle and thread embroidery. During my lunch break in the afternoon, I would embroider a piece of silk with various patterns in my room alone.

Those are some very strange symbols, which often appear in my mind, but I don’t know what they are; I embroider those strange, totem-like patterns with needles and threads, and make one after another silk that women love most. silk.

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"Young master of the Hun family, you are here—"

One afternoon, I had time to leave Soul Mansion and came to the most famous rouge shop in the capital.

On weekdays, I send my embroidered silk handkerchiefs to the female shopkeeper for sale. She knows my identity, perhaps because she is afraid of my mother's prominence in the court. When I showed her my embroidery, she did not refuse my request. The shopkeeper took my embroidered handkerchief and put it up for sale in the store.

This time, she happily came out to meet me again——

"Master Hun, this time you..." She pointed to me who came empty-handed, and she asked in surprise, "Today... didn't you bring an embroidered handkerchief?"

"No……"

After finishing speaking, I sighed unnaturally, not daring to glance at the wooden cabinet where my embroidered handkerchief was placed.

Every time I come, I always bring countless joys, full of longing to put my embroidery in the wooden cabinet, and wait for someone who is destined to take them away...

It’s just that every time I come here with expectations, I come back disappointed: in that corner, my embroideries accumulate more and more, and no one cares about those embroidered handkerchiefs with very strange patterns and texts.

The silk handkerchiefs that women carry around are all embroidered with gorgeous manjusawa in different shapes——

Here, only the female shopkeeper will welcome my poor embroidery master.

"Master Hun, where is your Sipa? Didn't you bring a new one this time? Did you forget it? Or did you forget to embroider something important at the house these days?" She asked me enthusiastically, a little panicked. .

I just smiled wryly, and said, "I'm here to get back my embroidered handkerchief..."

(End of this chapter)