Chapter 32: Snow festival

There was a dark color in Yan Su's eyes. When he forced Qin Jiu to Sizhifang, he never thought that one day he would suffer a dark loss here. If this warm silk is one month earlier, he won't have to send it to Sizhifang, and the maid in his house can make it. But now that things have reached this field, there is no other way for the time being. If it was other silk, he would not want this skirt, but it was warm silk, which he specifically asked for Su Wanxiang.
"Don't dare to bother with Qin's palm, this undergarment, this king will take it away, and ask Qin's palm to serve it back." Yan Su glanced at Qin Jiu, the ink shaded by her long eyelashes swept across her needle-handling. The cold luster of the eyes passed by.
Qin Jiu lifted the skirt in his hand, pointed to a peony that was embroidering on the corner of the skirt, and smiled lightly: "His Royal Highness is afraid that she will not be able to keep up with Miss Su when she takes the stage to play the piano, right? I can understand your Highness's mood. I made two petals, this kind of embroidery method is my original creation, and no one else can continue. How about this, my Royal Highness and I will go to the Snow Praying Festival together, and the embroidery is almost done on the way, and I can catch the snow praying festival again. . It happens to kill two birds with one stone, how does your Highness feel?"
Yan Su squinted slightly and hummed coldly, "Come here!"
The door curtain was lifted, and two maids in double snail buns and light pink dresses walked in.
Yan Su said lightly: "Yubing, Fenxue, you two go and see, can you continue to embroider the flower that Zhangshi Qin is embroidering?"
"Slaves obey orders!" The two maids responded in unison.
The two turned around and bowed to Qin Jiu, then stepped forward to check the flowers Qin Jiu was embroidering.
Qin Jiu kept a soft smile, stretched out his fingers and stretched out the underskirt he was embroidering on his wrist, and raised it in front of the two maids, "Is it called Yubing and Fenxue? You can look carefully!"
Qin Jiu glanced across the pretty faces of the two women, and Feng's eyes narrowed slightly.
The jade bowl is icy cold dripping dew, and the powder melts fragrant and snowy through light yarn.
Yubing! Powder snow!
When she chanted this poem at will, Yan Su used the names of the two maids. Unexpectedly, after three years, it didn't change.
Yu Bing and Fen Xue stared intently on the flowers embroidered by Qin Jiu, with a puzzled expression flashing across their faces.
"I don't know what kind of embroidery method this embroidery method is. It looks a bit like a spinning needle, but it's not." Yu Bing asked.
Qin Jiu raised his eyebrows, smiled and pointed at the flower: "It is indeed not a needle. This petal is a new embroidery method derived from the combination of a needle and a needle, which is intended to express the charm of the flower petals. As for this The pistil, the embroidery method is not surprising, but the method must be skillful, otherwise the embroidery of the stamen will not have the vivid effect of the velvet."
Yubing and Fenxue frowned slightly, and their faces were suddenly enlightened. The two women turned around to face Yan Suo, and said with some shame: "Your Majesty, the slaves and maids are not as skilled as people. If you continue to embroider, I'm afraid the embroidery is not good. Please forgive me."
Yan Su squinted his eyes slightly, his eyes dimmed by his long eyelashes. Judge's gaze flicked over Qin Jiu, seeming to speculate on what she meant by doing this. He naturally knew that Qin Jiu wouldn't have any kindness, but what was her intention in doing so? Nowadays, he can't give out the unembroidered skirt, he can only watch Qin Jiu so she can't play tricks.
"Well, if that's the case, it's time for Qin's hand. Qin's hand, then please get in the car. This king will personally take Qin's hand to Jiuman Mountain." Yan Su said lightly, with a cold face on his face. The look, the raised eyebrows looked unpredictable.
Durian's eyes widened in amazement, but he didn't expect Anling King to send them to the Snow Festival.
Qin Jiu smiled lazily, clinging to the flower bandage, and ordered durian to take the bamboo basket containing the silk thread, ordered the lychee to hold the dress, and took a parcel of Ming cherry from the inner room, and he did not know what was inside. . The loquat was holding the sword, and even Huang Mao unwillingly took a beaded woolen thread while playing and flying, no one of them was empty-handed.
A group of people filed out.
Outside the gate, the carriage of the palace parked there.
The carriage is very large, with a dark blue canopy, a dark blue body, and a dark blue drapery to cover the body. It looks like a Yan Su person, very low-key. If the car body is not engraved with those detailed and complicated dragon patterns, if the four white horses pulling the cart are not sweaty BMWs with fast feet, and if there is no golden guard in front of the car and behind the car, no one would have thought that this is Anling. King's carriage.
Chang Yan Rui, the guard of the palace, raised his eyebrows in surprise when he saw Qin Jiu and his party file out.
"Let Qin Palm get on my carriage while others ride horses." Yan Su commanded with an eyebrow.
Yan Rui didn't ask much, and ordered people to lift the curtain.
Qin Jiu climbed into the carriage, lifted the curtain on the window, and said with a smile, "My Lian'er has to divide the thread for me."
Yan Su frowned and waved his hand: "Go up too!"
Durian also climbed onto the carriage with yellow hair. Cherries, lychees, and loquats followed each other on horseback.
There is a small table in the carriage with an exquisite gilded bronze tripod on it. On the hollow lid, there is a curly fragrance overflowing. Yan Su leaned on the side of Xiaoji, holding Yubing's freshly brewed tea. The steaming water vapor covered his handsome face, only a pair of eyes were as sharp as falling stars.
Qin Jiu didn't speak, just sitting on the ball mat in the carriage, with jade fingers flying, the embroidery needle in his hand shuttled up and down between the silk cloth, embroidering a petal.
The cabin was extremely silent, and the atmosphere was dull like a tight string.
Both Durian and Yubing felt a little nervous, but the two people involved seemed unaware. One is leisurely tasting tea, the other is embroidering.
In less than an hour, the carriage finally reached Jiuman Mountain, and Durian heard more and more noisy voices outside. He glanced at the skirt in Qin Jiu's hand, and the last petal was embroidered in just a few stitches.
At this moment, I heard the palace guard Chang Yanrui, who was riding outside, saying: "His Royal Highness, the road ahead is blocked by Princess Zhaoping's carriage."
Yan Su frowned, put down the tea cup in his hand, and asked unhappily, "How far is it from the mirror flower waters?"
Yan Rui said in a deep voice, "It's less than one mile."
Yan Su said in a cold voice, "Put the carriage by the side of the road, and we will ride there later."
Yan Rui did what he said and drove the carriage of the palace into the wasteland by the side of the road. The carriage was stable, and a lovely voice came from the carriage, "Second brother, if you see the carriage of the imperial sister, you hide When it's opened, are you still afraid that Sister Huang won't make way for the second brother?"
When the voice fell, the carriage curtain was lifted by a thin white hand, and under the clear sunlight outside, a woman was standing outside the carriage beautifully.
She was about twenty years old, dressed in a golden palace dress with a golden background, a tan fox fur coat, and a translucent white drape on her face. The exposed forehead is as white as porcelain, the eyebrows are cut with a knife, and the eyes are like autumn water. A long black hair like charcoal is combed into a happy bun, and a golden hosta flower is part of the hair.
There is a pleasant smile between her eyebrows, warm like sunshine, and she seems very happy. However, when Yan Su saw her, his face sank slightly.