No one will cry over an irrelevant person.
At first there were people discussing the death of Jixiang, and a week later, there were discussions about what to eat at night, and there was a discussion about a young and handsome guard, but no one talked about Jixiang anymore.
Even if someone mentioned it, it was just six words: "Oh, that thief..."
These six words have actually become the epitaph of the innocent girl, the last memory she left in the hearts of the world.
When life is in a hurry, who can I tell you about all the hardships
"Yingluo!" Mammy Zhang threw a piece of clothing from her head and slapped Wei Yingluo in the face, "What's the matter with the clothes! The needlework and color matching are all wrong, how on earth are you working!"
Everyone stopped their needlework and watched this scene in surprise.
Mammy Zhang rarely loses such a big temper, especially towards her favorite Wei Yingluo, what exactly did she make of clothes
"I'm sorry, mammy." Wei Yingluo's face was flushed, and she hurriedly hugged the clothes in her arms, looking like she was afraid of being seen, she lowered her head and said dejectedly, "I'll change it right away..."
"What kind of satin is this, why don't you tear it down and remake it? Yingluo, you really disappointed me!" Mammy Zhang scolded her face to face, then sighed, "We all know, You will go to Changchun Palace to report at the end of the month, this is your last job in the embroidery workshop..."
Also the best life.
The embroidered girl who was originally in charge of the emperor's uniform was ill, and she couldn't get out of the job. She needed someone to help her to finish the next job.
Most of the clothes are ready, except for a dragon pattern on the chest.
This job is easy and high-level, and I can show off to others when I look back. I am a person who has made dragon robes for the emperor. Even if I go out of the palace in the future, I can use this qualification to find a good place. Whether it is to become an embroiderer at the Jiangnan Weaving Bureau, or to teach embroidery to a wealthy girl, her worth can be higher.
"Mother." Linglong said calmly, "Perhaps it's because of auspicious things, Yingluo has been a little out of spirit recently, and something went wrong. Leave it to me to do it."
"You?" Mammy Zhang looked her up and down, "Can you do it? Embroidering a dragon is better than embroidering a cat..."
There was a snickering sound in all directions, and the fingers that were exquisitely gathered under the sleeves suddenly tightened, and the pointed fingernails were pierced straight into the flesh.
"A regular dress doesn't take much more time than a dragon robe and a court robe. Besides, my embroidery skills have improved a lot, so I can definitely do the job." Out of the corner of his eyes, he glanced at Wei Yingluo, who was beside him, and Linglong's heart moved, and suddenly said, "How about you? , let me compare with Yingluo?"
"Oh?" Wei Yingluo turned her face slowly. In just seven days, she actually lost weight. She used to have some fat cheeks, but now she has thinned into a melon-seeded face. Now there are two green marks, look. She got up very haggard, she looked at Linglong and smiled faintly, "How do you want to compare?"
In the past, Linglong would not dare to make this suggestion.
But today is not as good as in the past, let's see what Wei Yingluo embroiders!
Xu Shijie's death hit her so hard that she embroidered the dragon into a snake, saying it was a snake, and even lifted her up. According to Linglong, it was clearly a twisted earthworm, and children who had just learned embroidery were better than her. The embroidery is good, how can such a thing be sent to the emperor to wear, it is really a joke in the world.
How could Linglong let go of such a good opportunity to step on people's ranks, and immediately said confidently: "Either embroidery is good or bad, depending on our ability, we two embroider a set of uniforms at the same time, and then let the mammy choose, who does it? Alright, just choose someone to dedicate to the emperor, do you dare?"
Wei Yingluo stared at her for a while, before he snorted, and said with a half-smile, "Okay, you asked for it yourself."
The two lines of sight met in the air, like a clash between blades, sparks flew, and the killing intent started.
Linglong retracted his gaze, looked down at the embroidered stretcher in his hand, and said in his heart, "Wait, I want to prove it to you, and prove it to all of you. I can't only embroider cats all my life, I can embroider dragons too!"
For this competition, Linglong exhausted all her energy.
She gets up every day before dawn, and while others are still sleeping on the bed, she has already put on her clothes and walked towards the embroidery workshop. Three meals a day, while others are chewing slowly, she swallows the whole meal in three or two mouthfuls, and doesn't even drink much water for a day, so as not to waste time.
"Linglong is really desperate."
"But the problem is, Yingluo fights harder than her."
After a busy day, Linglong dragged her exhausted body back to the palace maid's office, but what she heard was such words, she was slightly taken aback, then looked around, frowned and said, "Yingluo... Did she not come back?"
In the palace maid's place, the copper basins were filled with hot air. The palace maids either took water to wash their faces, or put their snow-white feet in the basins to wash their feet, and some of them moved quickly. After washing their faces and feet early, they are already beautiful. Lying in bed chatting.
"You mean Yingluo? I passed by the embroidery workshop before and saw that she was still working in it." A palace maid who was washing her feet returned to her.
"Yeah, it's so late, she's still there." Another palace maid exclaimed.
"After all, it's the work of the Hall of Mental Cultivation." The previous palace maid pouted while wiping her feet, "What we usually do is the spring clothes of the servants of each palace, and the clothes of the concubines and concubines, how have we ever touched the Hall of Mental Cultivation? The job? That can only be taken over by the most qualified Xiu Niang, she is determined to win Linglong!"
The door opened with a bang, and the two of them looked at each other and said, "Ah, Yingluo, you're back."
Wei Yingluo stood at the door holding a piece of clothing, the clothing was folded so neatly that no one could see what was embroidered on it, Linglong moved in her heart and stepped forward and said, "Yingluo, how is your embroidery, bring it to everyone. have a look."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand unceremoniously.
Wei Yingluo turned sideways, avoiding her hand.
Linglong's movements froze, her face full of grievances and said: "I won't rob you, I just have a look, you... Are you so afraid of me?"
"Afraid of you?" Wei Yingluo giggled, as if she had heard some big joke, and she laughed until Linglong's face was red, before she shook her head and glanced at her with a pity and contempt, "You look down on yourself too much. , No one in the embroidery workshop knows... You, you can only embroider cats."
whee.
I don't know who is smiling.
Linglong turned her head quickly, only to see a group of palace maids either bowing their heads to wash their feet, or making beds, obviously no one was looking at her, but she felt that every pair of eyes were secretly laughing at her.
I'm not! Linglong shouted in her heart: I can embroider dragons too! I can't just embroider cats all my life!
"If not, take out your embroidery and show it to everyone... Let me have a look." A soft hand stretched out in front of her, Wei Yingluo smiled at her, "See if you embroidered a pair of longan, or A pair of cat eyes."
"Wei Yingluo!" Linglong couldn't take it anymore, and said word by word, "I warn you, don't humiliate me again!"
"Did I say it wrong!" Wei Yingluo's attitude was tougher than hers, and she sneered, "The finishing touch, the dragon's eyes are the most important, and the dragon's eyes pay attention to the appearance of the gods. Can you embroider them?"
After talking for a while, the two eventually broke up unhappily. After extinguishing the candle, they slept with their backs to each other.
It's just that Linglong couldn't sleep at all.
After tossing and turning for a while, she couldn't hold it any longer. She untied a blue cloth bag on the side of the bed and took out the soon-to-be-finished Changfu.
Taking advantage of the moonlight, I shook it away, and I don't know if it was because of Wei Yingluo's previous remarks, that the more I looked at it, the more wrong it became.
"How could this be..." Linglong looked down at the dragon embroidered on the chest of Changfu, her fingers tightening her grip on the clothes, "Why are you...so like a cat?"
A golden dragon with cat eyes.
A pair of vivid cat eyes, which are full of efforts to please, I hope others can love it, admire it, and recognize its talent.
This is not a dragon, but a cat in her heart.
Linglong stared at the eyes in front of her motionlessly, and suddenly rubbed her clothes with such force that she seemed to smash into pieces something she couldn't bear to look at.
Her chest heaved slightly for a moment, and she called out with some unsteady breath, "Yingluo."
The room was silent except for the sound of long breathing.
Linglong whispered a few more times, and seeing that there was still no one returning, she crept out of bed and walked to Wei Yingluo's bed.
In the dark night with no fingers, a pair of cat-like eyes stared at Wei Yingluo on the bed.
After that, a hand gently stretched out to her uniform pressed under the pillow.
Take without asking, thieves.
This is not the first time Linglong has been a thief. The first time was to steal the peacock feather line, the second time was to steal the regular clothes. The first time she was born and the second time she was familiar with it. Of course.
It's like taking back what should belong to you, and taking back the life that should belong to you.
After starting with the regular clothes, Linglong returned to his couch, and couldn't wait to unfold it to take a look. He couldn't help but let out a sneer.
"Jixiang, look, she doesn't care much about you." Linglong laughed jealously and mockingly, "She made a lot of mistakes because of you a few days ago, and now there are people who stand out in front of the nobles. Chance, I forgot about you in a blink of an eye, and threw myself on it."
If not with one heart and one mind, how would you embroider such a majestic golden dragon
Pina is astonishing, graceful as a wandering dragon, especially a pair of dragon eyes, as if looking down from the clouds, overlooking all living beings,
All ordinary people will bow their heads under this gaze.
"This is the dragon's eye." Linglong held the clothes in his hand and muttered to himself, "This is my dragon's eye..."
Sleepless nights.
The next day, the maids in the maid's office got up one after another.
"Huh." A palace maid suddenly said, "Where's Linglong?"
Linglong's bed was empty, and the person next to him reached out to touch it. The bed was cold, and there was no heat on the bed.
"Huh?" At the same moment, outside the embroidery workshop, Mammy Zhang looked at the people sitting on the steps in surprise, "Why did you come so early today?"
It was as if he hadn't slept all night, sitting all night until dawn, his delicate clothes and hair were covered with morning dew.
The body is cold, but the heart is hot.
"Mother." Linglong raised her face, which was slightly flushed with excitement, and said with a smile, "My clothes are embroidered."
She handed over the clothes that she was holding tightly in her arms, which were shockingly--the uniforms stolen from under Wei Yingluo's pillow.