Chapter 455: Majestic Concubine (33)

Chapter 455: Prestigious Concubine (33)
"That is the relic of the maiden of the palace. The maiden of the palace is a foreigner. She is proficient in embroidery outside the palace. It is a little different from the Central Plains side. Unfortunately, the mother is not good at birth. It didn't take long for people to go there. This sachet was handed over to my palace by my father, saying that it was already prepared by my mother.
When the concubines saw this, they quickly comforted.
"The embroidery method outside the plug is a little more complicated, and the color is quite bold. Unlike our Central Plains, we pay particular attention to the combination of colors. To look beautiful, the colors must not be too messy."
"But the sachet in the palace was counted when it was free, and there were 88 colors on it."
"It doesn't look cluttered, but very contrasting, one color after another. If you don't look carefully, you really can't see it."
An Ningxiang clenched her handkerchief, eighty-eight colors, so why is it like the sachet she picked up when she was a child.
When she first counted sixty-six colors, she was a little older and distinguished more carefully. When she counted eighty-eight colors, she was stunned.
If it weren't for her mother's teachings, she might not be able to count how many colors there are.
Some colors have so little difference, so many colors are really incredible on a small sachet.
That sachet was picked up by the river once when she was a kid.
From an early age, she came back to embroidery and thought it was of great research value.
She did figure out a lot of special embroidery methods from above, but so far she has not figured it out, only learned a little.
After entering the palace, the sachet fell in the boudoir.
Later, I asked someone to bring a message to the family, and wanted to bring the sachet in. But ... a letter from a family member said that she could only blame it if she hadn't found it, it should have been accidentally lost, and she felt sorry for it.
Now listening to Tang Guo's words, An Ningxiang was jumping in her heart, wouldn't it really be the sachet left by the concubine?
She has always been cautious, and if she wants to know in her heart, she will not speak.
"There is also a small golden lock in that sachet, which was sent by my father," Tang Guo said with regret. "It's a pity."
This time, An Ningxiang was not calm. She was sure that the sachet was a concubine. When she picked it up, there was indeed a small golden lock in the sachet.
She was not interested in Jin Suo and left the other side in the sachet, instead studying the embroidery on that sachet daily.
Nowadays, even if the sachet is lost, An Ningxiang will never admit that the sachet was picked up, and who knows what trouble will be caused.
Tang Guo glanced at the appearance of An Ningxiang's eyes, his heart was funny, his eyes turned a bit, and he had a bad thought, and asked Mei Lan to prepare ink.
The concubines thought she was going to paint and write poems. I didn't expect that she spent half an hour, and what she painted turned out to be a small, exquisite sachet.
"Well, sisters, look, is the sachet lost in this palace very good-looking, more exquisite than An Guiren's?"
The concubines looked, didn't they?
What I admire even more is that the concubine's good painting skills are clearly dead, and they are lifelike as she painted them. They all think they are real and want to touch them, as if they have been drawn with a stitch and a line.
Fei Meng stood on the side and looked at the woman who was embarrassed by flowers first, and her heart burst into complexity.
The looks are amazing, and the painting skills are so superb. I heard that the concubine practiced martial arts when she was a kid. If it was not an accident later, I was afraid that she could be called a peerless beauty who could write.
Such a woman actually entered the palace.
An Ningxiang looked at the familiar sachet, her head lowered.
This secret is rotten in my heart.
(End of this chapter)