The Most Spoiled Medical Concubine

Song Yihuan complacently looks at Song Qingqing's clumsy hands. She has long known that the girl is stupid. Now, it makes people laugh.

"Song Qing? Why don't we compete? " Song Yihuan deliberately wanted to humiliate song Qingqing, so he proposed.

"Miss, this is a good idea. I don't know how to compete?" Mammy Han began to hold her feet.

"Compared to the needle, by xiuniang as the referee, who can lead the thread and needle in the plate as soon as possible, who will win!" She said with her chest straight.

"I won't gamble with you!" Song Qing refused directly.

"Are you a counsellor? The Song Dynasty? If you directly admit defeat, that's OK, but you must wait on me to wash my feet every night while we eat and live together! How about it? " Song Yihuan is proud.

"Why?" Song Qing looked at her with a frown.

"Because of you! Isn't it? Xiuniang? " Song Yihuan couldn't help laughing.

"If you don't gamble, you'll give up!" Xiuniang also casually agreed.

Song Qingqing's face flashed a struggle, let song Yihuan see in the eyes, but also determined that she is afraid, dare not gamble, so the face of the glory is more prosperous.

"Song Qing? Have you thought about it? Don't be so fussy, will you? " Song Yihuan impatiently urges her.

Song Qing shook his finger and hesitated to answer.

Song Yihuan a pair of you will die more miserable appearance, and then in xiuniang said at the beginning, they began to quickly thread the needle.

While she was doing it, she secretly looked at Song Qingqing. She moved slowly. Several times, she didn't find the eye of the needle and didn't put it on. She was so stupid. It was a lost rhythm.

At the thought of letting song Qingqing wash her feet, she laughed happily.

Song Qingqing seemed to hear her laughter and looked at her.

Song Yihuan can't help but make a face for her and spit out his tongue at her.

Song Qingqing ignored her and continued to do his own business.

A moment later, song Yihuan finished, she quickly cried: "I'm finished!"

The next second, the air seemed to be still, and Song Qing was sitting on the embroidery pier, his delicate eyebrows gently twisted, but the needle and thread in the tray had already been finished.

"You're done, too?" Song Yihuan looks at her stupidly.

"Yes! Just a little bit earlier than you Song Qing's smile is curved.

"What? Before me? " Song Yihuan jumped up directly. She yelled: "it's impossible. You must be cheating! You are so stupid, how can you win? Is it xiuniang? Is she cheating? "It's disgraceful to win?"

Song Qingqing looked at her with the same look as a fool. She scoffed: "you don't have to go through a needle to cheat? I'm real! "

Although xiuniang doesn't want to believe this fact, it's Song Qing who won. There's no doubt about that.

"She won!" Xiuniang whispered.

"Ah?" Song Yihuan's face is pale. Let her wash the fool's feet? It's impossible to think!

"No! I don't believe it. Let's do it again? " Song Yihuan said anxiously.

"Miss Song, you don't mean what you say, and you are naughty? Who's still playing with you? " Song could not help disdaining her.

"I didn't, I just don't believe the result. You are so stupid. How can you be faster than me?" Song Yihuan's face is full of disbelief.

Song Qingqing sneers on his face, but he is happy. He can't help saying in secret that my aunt can't embroider, but she can sew human skin with needle and thread. Are you better than anyone? Are you better than me? Lose and die!

"Xiuniang, you are the fairest. She put forward the competition. Now she plays tricks and doesn't admit it. I can't help it, can't I?" Song Qing looks at xiuniang for help.

Xiuniang's face was stiff. She looked at Song Yihuan and said, "Miss Song, she really won!"

Song Yihuan felt as if he had been drenched with cold water, and his whole body was not good!

"Miss Song, remember to keep your promise and wash my feet every day in the future!" Song leaned close to her ear to remind her.

Song Yihuan wants to kick her away. Can this fool disappear now. Disgusting! Why did she win? She couldn't believe it.

Next, xiuniang began to teach them the most basic embroidery skills. Song Qing began to teach them the most basic embroidery skills. She took the needle and poked it left and right. What she embroidered was not only nondescript, but also unclear.

After Song Yihuan lost the fight, her whole body wilted. When xiuniang's angry voice came, she couldn't help but look at it. There was an unknown picture on Song's Brocade handkerchief.

"Isn't this a sunflower? Or are you different from me? " Song Yihuan can't help but ask.

"She's different from what you embroidered. What is the sunflower you embroidered?" Xiuniang cried angrily.

"This is sunflower, xiuniang. Look, there are full melon seeds on it!" Song Qingqing's eyes narrowed and laughed, and those were all entangled with her silk thread and poked out at random.

"Song Qingqing, be serious!" Xiuniang angrily took the ruler and hit her on the back of the hand.

"Hoo! It hurts She dodged in time, and immediately hid behind song Yihuan. Then she pushed her hand gently, and the ruler called directly on Song Yihuan's face.

"Ah Song Yihuan let out a scream.

"What are you doing with me?" Angry, she covered her face and jumped three feet high.

"I'm sorry, Miss Song. My hand is slipping. It's slipping!" Xiuniang apologized.

Song tilted aside to see the happy, canthus eyebrows are smiling.

Xiuniang glared at her fiercely and said, "miss three, you can't do it well yourself. You must be punished!"

"Yes! yes! yes! You hit her Song Yihuan called in succession.

Xiuniang took the ruler to song Qingqing's side and said in a cold voice, "put out your hand! Did you hear that? "

"I don't know!" Song was on guard and put his hands behind him.

"You are not obedient when I ask you to reach out, are you?" With that, xiuniang went to pull her hair.

Song leaned forward to avoid, and then quickly ran behind her, grinning: "I can't catch it! I can't get it

Embroider Niang's fire to rub of once ignite, she don't believe, oneself connect a small hair wench can't deal with? Are you kidding?

She pounced fiercely and accidentally bumped into the embroidery frame. There was a loud crash. All the silk threads, embroidery needles and cloth fell to the ground.

"My God Song Qing hid in the corner, exaggerating and shouting.

"Xiuniang, she's here. Come and catch her quickly!" Song Yihuan darted to her side and pressed her arm hard.

Xiuniang rushes over, but song leans over and breaks free from Song Yihuan's control. When she stumbles, she sees song Yihuan lying on the ground and gnawing at the ground.

"Wow Song Yihuan burst into tears.