I didn't feel much discomfort during this crossing.
Ye Shaohua woke up within a few seconds, and when she lowered her eyes, she saw that she was holding a piece of embroidered cloth in her hand, with a... butterfly embroidered on it
Even the well-informed Ye Shaohua couldn't recognize what was embroidered in her hand, so she could only guess roughly based on the outline.
After guessing it, some... It's hard to describe.
The woman beside her who still had charm heard the man's cold words, and her face looked like she was about to cry, "Third uncle...Third uncle, you can help Shaohua talk..."
An old man whose hair has been stained with the weather of time heard the words and shook his head slightly, "Not to mention the picture of a butterfly wearing a flower, the fifteen colors Miss Qingqing just counted out fifteen colors within three breaths, Shaohua can only see She has no talent in this area, so you should not force her."
After the old man said a word, Ye Shaohua clearly saw that the woman who spoke was shaking, as if she was about to fall down.
Right now it's not suitable to accept the plot, Ye Shaohua held the embroidery in one hand and helped the woman with the other.
"Pack up your things and move out of the warm pavilion." Seeing that the farce without suspense ended here, the middle-aged man finally spoke his last words, "This farce ends here."
When he was talking, Ye Shaohua glanced at him, and naturally saw the way he looked at her, which was very strange.
This made Ye Shaohua very puzzled. Logically speaking, she should be the daughter of this middle-aged man...
"But master, Shaohua has always been weak, and the winter is harsh now, can you let her stay a little longer, at least after the cold winter..." The woman seemed to have something to say.
The middle-aged man gave her a cold look, "Huiniang was born Qingqing in her early years, and the root cause of her illness has fallen. The doctor said that you must live in the Nuan Pavilion in the cold winter. I will let people watch you and move out of here within an hour."
"But..." The woman still has to distinguish.
Ye Shaohua sighed, supported her, and said in a low voice: "Mom, let's move away."
The woman seemed to be taken aback by her compromise today
The middle-aged man ignored the two women, she turned and left, "Qingqing, let's go to the front hall first, the shopkeeper of the Jiangling Embroidery Workshop brought the embroidery they got from the barbarians this morning, and I will take you to see it."
The middle-aged man turned around and said to a girl who was only fifteen years old beside her.
It's completely different from Ye Shaohua's way of speaking. When he talked to Ye Qingqing, he had an obvious smile on his face, and even his tone became much gentler.
Ye Shaohua saw that the girl smiled slowly at Ye Shaohua before turning around.
But seeing Ye Shaohua's lack of reaction, it was rather boring.
Her duties were similar to those of housekeepers and maidservants. When they saw Ye Qingqing was about to go out, they hurriedly followed her, fanning her, and busy looking for an umbrella, with a respectful yet flattering attitude.
Seeing the heartless look of the middle-aged man, Mother Ye wiped away her tears, then went into the room sobbing while packing up her things.
Not far away, there was another servant waiting for Ye Shaohua, mother and daughter, to pack up.
There was no one around now, Ye Shaohua looked around.
Seeing the embroidery frame placed a few meters away, Ye Shaohua's mind was completely empty about embroidery. She only saw a row of embroidery threads placed on the embroidery frame. The colors from light to dark were divided into 15 groups. Bundle display.
It should have been classified by Ye Qingqing just now.
The third uncle did not leave with Ye Qingqing and the others.
Seeing Ye Shaohua's eyes, he couldn't help but sigh, "Don't look, Shaohua, embroidery is useless if you don't have talent no matter how many years you practice. You can't even distinguish fifteen colors, let alone embroidery. technology, you are several chips behind others in terms of color matching... "
Ye Shaohua squinted at the row of threads on the embroidery frame. Hearing this, he couldn't help frowning, "No, it's nineteen colors."
Although the physical fitness of this world is rubbish, Ye Shaohua has a strong soul.
After transmigrating into this world, the body is also infiltrated by soul power, and the five senses are naturally stronger than before.
However, this body is really poor, and I have to pant after taking two small steps. It seems that I need to take good care of it.
"Nineteen kinds?" The third uncle was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, then frowned and looked at Ye Shaohua with a serious face, "Failure is not shameful."
He thought that the little girl had lost both competitions, and that's why she said this because it was embarrassing.
Ye Shaohua glanced at him, then took two steps forward, and put aside the embroidery threads of fifteen colors and very similar colors, and divided them into nineteen bundles.
After the distribution, she didn't say anything, and went directly to help her mother in this world pack things.
And the third uncle has been staring at the nineteen bundles of embroidery thread outside.
After all, he grew up in an embroidery workshop. It took the third uncle two quarters of an hour under the sun until his forehead was sweating, so he could barely distinguish between the four kinds of embroidery threads that were almost indistinguishable from each other.
Because of this, wait for him to come back to his senses.
Seeing Ye Shaohua and Ye Mu coming out with the package, there was a trace of regret in Ye Shaohua's eyes, "Are you leaving now?"
Mother Ye looked very depressed, "I'm useless, dragging Shaohua down..."
The third uncle didn't know what to say, but he just took out a piece of silver from his pocket and put it in Ye Mu's hands despite her various pushbacks.
At the beginning, when Ye Shaohua could barely distinguish ten colors, the third uncle didn't feel much when he saw her.
But now... She can actually distinguish these nineteen colors, and Ye Qingqing, the most talented Ye family, can only distinguish fifteen.
It's a good thing to be able to distinguish fifteen kinds, but it's a pity... there is no aura in embroidery skills.
Ye Shaohua didn't say anything to third uncle, just took the package and helped Mother Ye to walk outside step by step.
Behind them, the maids and servants who had been serving them all looked at them indifferently.
One woman in particular spat out a mouthful of melon seed shells on Mother Ye's shoe.
Everyone in the Nuan Pavilion knew that Mother Ye and Ye Shaohua had no status in the Ye Mansion. How could they, the servants of the former master, treat them well? They were all thinking of ways to curry favor with the new wife. .
Ye Shaohua helped Ye Mu go out, but she didn't expect it.
When passing the hall, I met a man in a moon-white dress.
The man walked quickly, Mother Ye obviously knew him, when she saw him, she opened her mouth, "Yanqiu?"
Meng Yanqiu paused when he heard Mother Ye's words, "Auntie." After a pause, he glanced at Ye Shaohua with obscure eyes, "Miss Ye."
Mother Ye couldn't help feeling strange when she heard Meng Yanqiu's unfamiliar voice. Meng Yanqiu knew her daughter very well. What happened today
Ye Shaohua has seen too many people of all kinds. When Meng Yanqiu looked at her, she could clearly see the reluctant fake smile on her face and the disgust hidden in her eyes.