Mr. Xiang, your doctor's wife is a little poisonous

Chapter 59
It was a gentle gesture.

blue sleeves.Slender fingers.sachet.

He just felt that his throat was starting to dry out, and he almost couldn't help stretching out his hand to catch the sachet, and the share, surrender.

Don't fight, but subdue the enemy's soldiers.

But at this moment, on the green pine tree he was standing on, an extremely thin branch couldn't withstand the accumulation of snow powder, and suddenly broke with a "click".

"Susususu", the layer of snow powder immediately poured down like a downpour.

Cold embedded in the bone.

He woke up suddenly, then looked at Song Wanzhi in shock, then looked at the sachet, as if it had been scalded, turned and left.

Song Wanzhi looked at his figure who seemed to be running away, and then calmly put the sachet back.

Xiao Ye leaned over: "Sister, what's in your sachet? Give me one."

Song Wanzhi said: "Go back and make one for you, this one is not suitable for you to wear."

Xiaoye just nodded happily.

The two looked at each other, and then turned their eyes to the right. The green pine branches not far away trembled, and then "rusted" the white snow fell to the ground.

Song Wanzhi smiled, not knowing what kind of news that snooper had spied on.

However, there still seems to be some trouble.

In the afternoon, the male and female students were separated, because Song Wanzhi provoked Song Hanxiu one after another as soon as he entered Tianhe Academy, and Song Baiyi and Yunhai became the focus of everyone all of a sudden. Embroidery" course, they kept looking at Song Wanzhi.

But Song Wanzhi lowered her head and took the needle and thread to embroider an ivy frame very seriously.When the teacher asked them to make a draft, Song Wanzhi inexplicably drew a string of ivy on the embroidered handkerchief.

In the fine snow that day, a green vine covered the building.

However, although Song Wanzhi often helped Xiao Ye and Uncle Wang mend clothes, she was not very good at embroidery, and her talent in this area was not high. She picked it up and looked at it, not knowing how to make those stitches more seamless. Detailed and vivid, so she raised her hand.

For ordinary female students, this "embroidery" class is just a hobby. For ordinary wealthy and powerful people, the clothes worn by their children are all custom-made by a special embroidery shop, and there is no need for them to do it.

The female teacher who taught the class was a very gentle and beautiful middle-aged woman. She walked over and looked down at the things Song Wanzhi embroidered. It could be seen that the girl embroidered very seriously, but those lines were just Just lines.

She couldn't understand it, because girls' feelings are always poems, even the most pungent girls here can think of their lover when they see the moon, and their own appearance when they see flowers, but on Song Wanzhi's embroidered handkerchief, there is only The lines, even though the lines are so fascinating, are really not very decent.

But if she knew that Song Wanzhi had looked at the stars and the sky for more than 1000 days and nights, seeing countless circles, swirls, and all kinds of soft things as lines, she would probably understand why the girl There are only lines in my eyes.

No matter how complicated things are, they are just lines.

"Master, how should we do this?" Song Wanzhi asked sincerely.

The female master looked at her sincere face, and said, "Try it, the needle should be lighter, and then, be more tactful."

Song Wanzhi embroidered lightly.

Another line.

The lady wife sighed, and said helplessly after having embroidered flowers for 30 years: "Actually, if you are not suitable for embroidery, you can try other things."

Song Wanzhi understood immediately, so she nodded, "Thank you, Master."

The female teacher took a look at her. This female student looks very likable. In fact, she also looks quite suitable for embroidery.

Song Wanzhi put down the embroidered handkerchief, and then looked at Xiao Ye. Xiao Ye was embroidering buns, but the embroidery was a little flat, so she scratched her head, and decisively changed the buns into steamed buns.

That's great, Xiaoye smiled with satisfaction.

After the "Embroidery" class, it was time for dinner, and Xiao Ye ate until her stomach became full again, and then was dragged by Song Wanzhi to transfer to the academy to digest food.

Tianhe Academy is very large. Although it is not as old as the "Wuwei Academy" in the Song Dynasty, it is wider and larger, and there is a small Jialan Tower inside. Standing on it, you can see the one in the center of Zhaodu outside the academy. The 200-meter-high Jialan Tower seems to be inserted between the clouds.

The two turned around and then entered their sleeping place.

Men and women live separately in Tianhe Academy. No matter who they are, as long as they are studying, they must be with everyone in the academy. The purpose is to train those noble children's ability to take care of themselves. No servants, no maids are allowed.If there is something urgent, you can wait for the notification from your family and the approval of the director before you can go home.

Saya was bouncing around, still very excited.

The two turned around a green pine tree, and heard a voice trying to recite Huang Shigong's "Plain Book" with correct words.

"Taoist, what people do, so that all things do not know their origin. Virtue, what people get, so that all things have their own desires. The benevolent, the benevolent, the benevolent..."

There was a "rustling" sound of flipping through the book.

After a while, there was a voice that was immature and difficult but serious: "The Taoist, what people do, makes everything not know where it came from. The virtuous one, what people get, makes everything get what it wants. Have a heart of kindness and compassion, so that it can be born..."

Xiao Ye and Song Wanzhi lowered their footsteps, turned around lightly, and saw the girl covering her ears, eyes closed, frowning, and reciting the book not far away under the Changxin Palace Lantern.

Both Xiaoye and Song Wanzhi recognized that this girl was Yue Xiaoxing from the class.

Xiao Ye was still a little puzzled, but Song Wanzhi smiled lightly, then grabbed Xiao Ye's hand, and gently turned to the side.

Xiaoye didn't ask until she got away from Yue Xiaoxing, "Sister, is it that difficult?"

Song Wanzhi nodded: "Maybe you think it's not difficult, but some things are really difficult. For example, if you see my sister and I embroider, I will never be able to embroider well."

Xiao Ye said: "So that's how it is."

Song Wanzhi nodded, and then walked towards the residence with Xiao Ye.

The woman guarding the door saw that she was from Tianhe Academy Wuyuan. Song Wanzhi and Xiaoye handed over their name tags and walked in.

Their small house is very quiet, there is a big saponin tree outside, and there is a faint fragrance of saponin.

But the moment they walked forward, several basins of water poured down on them from the small building with a "swipe".

(End of this chapter)