Acacia, don't be negative

Chapter 571
Ye Song asked casually: "Why do you have no strength?" The next moment Su Jing reacted in a ecstasy, and before she could say a word, Ye Song immediately covered her mouth, twitched her brows and said, "Forget it You still don’t want to say anything, and you can’t say anything good.”

Su Jing bent her eyes and laughed, her breath slapped Ye Song's palm very itchy.He was muffled, but he still said: "Ah Song knows me well, you know what I will say before I open my mouth. It's not that I don't want to paint that painting. I like to paint you, but I can't paint you." Come myself."

"Can't draw at all?"

"Well, I really can't draw at all."

"What about this?" Ye Song propped his hands on the ground, leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, "Are you still not strong enough to get up and try to draw?"

Su Jing was startled, and she still couldn't finish it: "I still have a little motivation."

Ye Song kissed him on the cheek again without hesitation.As a result, Su Jing turned over and got up, full of energy.

When Ye Song was grinding ink for him, he started to take the paintbrush and said, "If you can kiss me every time I draw a stroke, maybe I will have some inspiration."

Ye Song: "...you are so shameless."

Su Jing made a gesture and put down the pen again, and said, "Then should I paint or not?"

"... let's draw."

So Su Jing dipped in the ink and wrote, pausing every stroke, waiting for Ye Song to kiss him on the face.A face was drawn intermittently, and it was dark outside.But looking at the whole picture, Su Jing's blank face was drawn out. Although it has been a long time, there is no sense of disobedience.Who says he can't draw his own, the ones he draws are simply similar.

Su Jing blew on the ink on it, and said: "I never thought that with your help, Ah Song, I would be so inspired. What I couldn't draw no matter how hard I tried in the past, I can draw it all at once..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Song dipped his finger into the inkstone and wiped it on Su Jing's face.She looked at Su Jinghua's lost face, finally let out a sigh of relief, and said, "Seeing your face, I am suddenly inspired, what should I do?"

The two quarreled in the study for a while, and Ye Song put away those paintings one by one, rolled them into the painting box, and said, "These are all mine, and I will store them at your place first. It's getting late, and I Time to go back."

Su Jing hurriedly said: "Wait, I'll wash your face and send you back."

Ye Song opened the door of the study, looked back at his ink-stained face, and said seriously, "Don't wash it."

Su Jing: "..."

Ye Song said again with a half-smile, "You can wash it after I leave." After saying that, he turned around, the smile on the corner of his mouth was crooked very badly.

Having said that, Su Jing couldn't just watch Ye Song go back alone, so she just put on a face and sent Ye Song out of the house dignifiedly.His reputation as a majestic and romantic prince was ruined. All the way out the door, the servants at home immediately stopped and bowed their heads when they saw this, holding back their smiles.

When they went out, the carriage was ready, Su Jing and Ye Song got into the carriage together, and wandered back to the General's Mansion.When they arrived at the General's Mansion, Su Jing covered her face with one hand and said, "Ah Song, we're here, go back quickly."

Ye Song said with a smile, "Why don't you go in and sit for a while when you're here?"

Su Jing laughed, and then said seriously: "No, no, no."

Ye Song continued to induce: "You don't want to come into the house with me and sit in my courtyard?"

Su Jing raised her dark face, her charming peach eyes sparkled brightly: "Is this really good? Then I can climb over the wall and get in."

Ye Song sternly said, "No, I'm just kidding you."

Su Jing lowered her head, "Ah Song, why are you so bad."

Ye Song weighed his chin and thought, "Didn't you think that I would be so bad before you decided to be with me?"

"Absolutely not."

Ye Song curled his lips into a smile, leaned over and kissed Su Jing on the face again, and said, "Probably, it's one thing for one thing." After she finished speaking, she jumped out of the carriage.Su Jing raised the curtain and watched her walk into the gate of the General's Mansion, and said while walking, "It turns out that ink smells like this, it's so unpalatable!"

Ye Song went back this time so that he could catch up with his family for dinner. She also felt hungry, so she sat down at the table.The others looked at her straight from the moment she came in.She couldn't help touching her face and asked, "Is there something on my face, why are you looking at me like this?"

Ye Qing asked first: "Second Sister, why is your mouth black and swollen?"

"Is there?" Ye Song Mingming remembered that she had deliberately wiped the corners of her mouth with a handful of snow when she entered the door.Now hearing what Ye Qing said, he couldn't help touching his lips again.

Ye Qing pointed to the corners of his mouth, and said: "The corners of both sides of the mouth are black."

Ye Song wiped her fingers, and it was indeed black, but she said calmly without changing her expression: "Oh, it may be that I ate a fresh special tribute fruit in Prince Xian's mansion today, and the juice is black."

Ye Qing asked: "Is the fruit delicious?"

Ye Song exaggerated: "It's delicious, and I'll bring you one or two some other day." In order to convince Ye Qing and the whole family, she refused the warm and wet towel offered by the servant girl, and licked the corner of her mouth with her tongue. Continue to be calm, "Sweet, slightly sour, very delicious. I have never eaten such delicious fruit."

"..."

Ye Song didn't show any abnormality at the dinner table, and he ate deliciously.After eating, chatted with Ye Qing for a while, then walked back to his yard, the first thing he did was pour water into his mouth.She felt a strong taste of ink in her mouth all night.

Ye Song drank water to his full, hiccupped, and sighed, "It's really self-inflicted."

The eighth day of the twelfth lunar month was approaching, and everyone in the general's mansion was busy going in and out.The house has been re-arranged, and there is a sense of joy throughout.

The family invited a master from the most famous garment shop in the capital to teach Ye Song how to sew clothes.However, she has done a lot of big things on the bloody battlefield, but this kind of delicate daughter's female celebrity has never done it. Compared with ordinary people's daughters, she has been dumped more than eight blocks.

Ye Song pricked his fingers countless times with a needle and thread, and even the master felt pain for her when he saw it.The stitches that were sewn were crooked and unbearable to look at.Ye Song was depressed for two or three days, and finally couldn't take it anymore. He tore off the two ugly pieces that he had just sewed, and said aggrievedly, "Why do you have to sew stitch by stitch? Isn't there a sewing machine for this kind of thing?" !"

But venting is venting, and after venting, Ye Song still had to pick up the fabric and sew it again.But Ye Qing who was at the side heard the word "sewing machine", and thoughtfully went back to his small courtyard.

So that a few years later, under Ye Qing's invention, a thing called sewing machine became popular in Beixia again, becoming a must-have item for every girl in Beixia.Ye Qing sent Ye Song the first sewing machine all the way.

Only now did Ye Songshi understand that agreeing to sew Ye Qing's wedding dress sounds like a very simple thing, but when it is being done, it turns out that it is so difficult.She can't sew a crooked wedding dress for Ye Qing to wear.What's more, the ones sent by the clothing store were all bright red, without any embellishments, and the embroidery patterns had to be sewn on stitch by stitch. Ye Song was so anxious that he was fussy all day long, and his temper followed.

Ye Qing didn't care, and said: "Second Sister, take your time, it doesn't matter, when the time comes, I will dress as you sew."

Ye Song twitched the corners of his mouth, and said, "That coffin face will definitely hate me for a long time."

Later, when Ye Song heard that Baili Mingshu had started to learn to be a female celebrity, he was very curious, so he went to Ye Xiu's yard to have a look.

At that time the room was very warm, with heaters placed all around, Baili Mingshu already had a big belly.She had trouble walking, and spent most of her time in the yard, occasionally walking around in the garden with Ye Xiu's support.But she seldom went to the dining hall, probably because the bigger the guy in her stomach, the more restless she became, which made her appetite more and more picky, and she would feel nauseous if she didn't like it slightly.A small kitchen was specially set up at home to take care of Baili Mingshu's daily life.

Baili Mingshu was lying on the small couch by the window. The couch was specially made by Ye Qing for her. The curvature was just right. She was very comfortable to lie on and would not squeeze her stomach. Looking at it from the side , that protruding belly and Baili Mingshu's whole body are very gentle and beautiful, which is probably the case for women who are about to become mothers.

Before the child was born, Baili Mingshu started to learn to sew small clothes for the child when she had nothing to do all day long.As soon as Ye Song came, Baili Mingshu beckoned her to come and sit down, and asked someone to bring all the baskets of small clothes she sewed. Ye Song turned from bottom to top, and praised Baili Mingshu: "Single Judging from the clothes, your sewing technique has made a qualitative leap."

Baili Mingshu proudly said: "That's natural, if you do a lot, you will get used to it naturally."

Ye Song touched the little yellow chicken-like embroidery on the little clothes, and said, "This chicken is really well embroidered."

"Is this... a chicken?" Baili Mingshu snatched the clothes away and said, "It's obviously a little yellow duck, okay?"

Ye Song's eyelids twitched, and he said, "I'm sorry, my eyesight is not very good. You embroider very well. My little nephew must be very cute when he wears this dress in the future."

It doesn't matter if it's a chicken or a duck, as long as it has the same shape, the chickens and ducks don't look much different anyway.

Ye Song squatted by the side and watched for a while, and saw that Baili Mingshu's stitches were indeed much finer and neater than hers, and the stitches were indeed much more beautiful than hers, so he said, "Sister-in-law, the clothes shop's The master is not flexible, and the teaching is not good, why don't I learn from you."

Baili Mingshu raised her eyebrows and said, "Okay, anyway, if you can catch up with my current level, it must be your limit. What kind of wedding dress Ah Qing can wear at that time depends entirely on your skills."

Ye Song hurriedly asked the maid to go to her yard to bring all the female red's belongings, and practice according to Baili Mingshu's technique.After a while, he asked again: "Sister-in-law, can you embroider phoenixes? Does a woman's wedding dress have to have a phoenix pattern to be majestic enough?"

(End of this chapter)