After giving way to my husband's sweetheart

The moon is bright and clean, the Milky Way is brilliant, the breeze at night blows away the sweltering heat left in the day, and the refreshing feeling is refreshing, freeing people from the heat of the day. At this moment, it is the best time to calm down and do things.

In front of a half-person-high embroidery frame, Love is concentrating on embroidery.

Lantian Yunuan stood aside and stared at the master's needlework without blinking, remembering it in her heart, imitating it subconsciously with her hands.

Although Lantian Yunuan's embroidery skills are also top-notch, but Love learned Su embroidery from her mother's true teachings when she was in her boudoir.

This embroidery method is unique, and only the embroiderers in the south of the Yangtze River can do it. There are very few people in Beijing who can embroider Su embroidery proficiently.

Now that the south is in chaos, Suzhou embroidery can no longer be transported to Beijing. It is the time when rare things are more expensive, so Love's embroidery is in high demand and can be sold at a high price.

Since the master and servant made up their mind to sell embroidery to save money, Love has been teaching Lantian Yunuan Su embroidery skills, but this thing can not be learned overnight, although the two work hard, but now they can only embroider Some simple tricks, compared with Love's craftsmanship, are still far behind.

Luo Fu slowed down the movement of the embroidery needle, turned to Lan Tian Yunuan and said, "This technique is called 'pan needle'. Do you two understand the movement of the needle and thread?"

Lan Tian frowned slightly: "My eyes are dazzled, and I still don't quite understand the last few stitches."

Lan Tian has a straightforward temper, Yu Nuan is gentle and delicate, female reds are more perceptive than Lan Tian, ​​she poked Lan Tian, ​​and said bluntly: "I understand, I will teach you in a while."

"Then let's go back and practice."

The two little girls said goodbye to Love and went back to their own room, picked up the embroidery needles and began to ponder seriously.

There are many mosquitoes in summer, so Eminem brought some incense and lit it and put it in front of Love, muttering, "This incense is not as good as the old lady used to use, hey!"

Love walked skillfully with the embroidery needle in her hand, glanced sideways at Ah Mu, and said with a smile: "Ammo must always compare with the past, I am not a person who can't bear hardships."

As she said that, she sniffed: "This incense should be filled with jasmine petals and mint, it smells good to me."

Amu showed a smile on his face, and replied: "I was worried that the mosquito plant would smell too bad when it burned, so I added dried flower petals and mint into it, at least not to smoke the eldest lady."

Love stopped the needle and thread in her hand, took Eminem's hand and said: "Eminem always takes care of me, I have grown up, and I will take care of Eminem from now on."

Eminem patted Love's hand and said angrily, "Where did you grow up, you will always be a child in my eyes."

"It's getting late, don't embroider any more, just rest earlier."

Love nodded and said, "I have to get up early tomorrow, so Eminem should go to bed earlier."

Ah Mu warned: "You don't have to follow me to make the bunk tomorrow. Lantian Yunuan's help is enough. You should sleep more."

Love knew that Ah Mu loved her, so she pretended to say yes, and Ah Mu helped her make the bed again, and then went back to her room to rest.

After Eminem left, Love didn't go to bed. She adjusted the wick and continued to embroider intently.

Love was concentrating on busy work when she vaguely heard some noises in front of the window. She stopped and listened. At first she thought she had heard it wrong, but when the sound of knocking on the window lattice came to her ears again, Love was sure that there was someone standing outside. .

If it was a villain, he would definitely not knock on the window to signal.

Love was not afraid, but asked, "Who is it?"

"I!"

It was Sima Chao again.

Luo Fu was a little surprised, but it was also expected. She declined the money he ordered Yingfeng to send today. A person with such an arrogant temperament as Sima Chao would definitely be dissatisfied with her.

He will feel that she doesn't know what's good and what's wrong!
After all, the two had known each other since childhood, and Love knew him very well.

Love put down her sewing, got up and walked to the window, raised her hand and pushed the window open. Sima Chao was standing in front of the window. Seeing Love bit his lower lip subconsciously, he wanted to speak, but he didn't know what to say.

"It's so late, what do you want from me?" It was Love who spoke first.

Sima Chao looked at her and asked with a dull face, "Why don't you accept my money?"

Sure enough, she knew he would be angry with this.

Love replied calmly: "I can support myself, I don't need that money."

Hearing this, Sima Chao twitched the corners of his mouth, stretched his head and glanced into the house, and then said with a sneer, "Do you rely on you to work hard day and night? Go to the market during the day to cook meals for those high-ranking people, and at night What do you think about staying up here lighting lamps and staying up all night selling embroidery?"

His shoulders were slightly ups and downs, and he forced himself to suppress his anger: "It's too late to live here, but come here to suffer? Are you crazy?"

Love didn't want to talk too much with him. In Sima Chao's heart, if he could give her a rich life, she should be content. He didn't understand at all, or didn't want to understand what she really wanted.

"I don't need you to judge the life I want to live. If it's okay, you can go, I'm going to sleep."

As she spoke, she raised her hand to close the window.

Sima Chao stretched out his hand to hold the window, and hurriedly said: "Don't be angry, I still have something to say."

When he closed the window, his hand touched Love's hand that was about to close the window. Love quickly withdrew his hand and said impatiently, "It's getting late, you have something to say quickly."

Sima Chao looked at her and said, "You hate me so much right now?"

"Afu, how did we end up like this?"

There was sadness on his face, and the sadness in his tone of voice could not be concealed.

Love rolled his eyes at Sima Chao, and became even more impatient: "If you're fine, go!"

"Afu!" Sima Chao frowned, called her heavily, and then said helplessly, "Afu, we used to be so good, do you know that? Ever since I first saw you, you have been deeply attached to each other. Imprinted in my heart, I only like you, you also liked me before, don't try to deny it, I know you like me, at that time, every time you saw me, you would always smile at me."

"Afu, I like the way you smile at me."

When she was young, she really liked him, very much, otherwise she would not be willing to be his concubine later.

But now, it's different.

Ever since she experienced the misery of her previous life, her feelings for him have long been different.

It's true that Sima Chao likes her, but what he cares more about is his future, and what he likes more is winning this beautiful country.

Love turned her head to the side, sneered, and replied, "What's the use of talking about it now?"

"Sima Chao, I am the daughter of a guilty minister. You have your ambitions. We are destined to never be together in this life."

"Let's go." Taking advantage of his daze, she closed the window suddenly, and locked the window firmly from the inside.