Prosperous Concubine

Chapter 27 Gifts
She worked so hard to get the concubine to appreciate her more, and she must not let the long-term efforts be ruined by Mu Yutang.

"Second sister, doesn't she know how to embroider? How did she embroider this piece of embroidery?" Mu Yutang's murmured just rightly stepped on Mu Yunjia's painful foot, her whole body shook, and she angrily reprimanded.

"Mu Yutang, if you want to slander me, please find a suitable reason. As a daughter of a famous family, how can I not know embroidery? If you don't believe me, look at this silk handkerchief!"

The silk handkerchief that Mu Yunjia threw out was white, with a blooming red plum embroidered on it, exactly the same as the red plum on that embroidery, and a corner of the silk handkerchief was embroidered with a word Jia, swearing Mu Yunjia's ownership of it .

Mu Yutang smiled. The silk handkerchief was embroidered by Mu Yutang a month ago. Mu Yunjia saw it when she went to Luoyu Pavilion to bully her, so she snatched it. She must have taken a fancy to the plum blossoms on it and forced her to embroider that one. Plum blossom falling snow illustration.

"Second sister, the plum blossoms and the name on your silk handkerchief are not embroidered by the same person, the stitches are completely different!"

How about having your name embroidered on the corner?The plum blossoms on the silk handkerchief may not have been embroidered by you yourself.

Mu Yunjia was startled, and looked down at Sipa. The bright red Jia character was embroidered by her maid imitating Mu Yutang's technique. When she looked at it suddenly, she couldn't see anything unusual, but a knowledgeable person could still see it if she observed carefully. This is the method of two people.

"When I finished embroidering the plum blossoms, I was a little tired, so I asked the big maid to embroider the name for me!" Mu Yunjia lied without changing her expression, her beautiful eyes were full of pride: there is no embroidery on the plum blossom falling snow picture. Signing, she has a silk handkerchief that can prove her embroidery skills, but Mu Yutang is empty-handed, without any objects to prove it, let's see what other reasons she can find to refute herself...

Looking at the schadenfreude in her eyes, Mu Yutang smiled: "The silk handkerchiefs I embroider have one thing in common, the flower veins on it are connected to form a Chinese character for Tang!"

The original owner was imprisoned in the Rainfall Pavilion, very bored. He accidentally developed such an embroidery technique, but he didn't expect it to come in handy today.

Mu Yunjia's white hands trembled suddenly, and she stared carefully at the silk handkerchief. The petals quietly combined on the white silk, and a beautiful and elegant Tang character appeared: Mu Yutang never mentioned this embroidery technique, and now suddenly When it was put on the table, it was clearly premeditated to catch her by surprise, damn it, damn it!
She glared at Mu Yutang resentfully, and saw the picture of plum blossoms falling in snow with angry eyes, her eyes suddenly lit up: "Sister, the plum blossom veins on the embroidery can't be combined into the word Tang!" Mu Yutang's embroidery has Tang characters, embroidery without Tang characters would not be embroidered by her.

"The second younger sister specifically confessed that there should be no names or taboos on the embroidery. That's why I didn't let the flower veins connect into the word Tang. However, the plum blossoms on the silk handkerchief are exactly the same as the stitches of the plum blossoms on the silk handkerchief. I embroidered the picture!"

Embroidery is like writing, each person has their own characteristics. Compared with the plum blossoms on the silk handkerchief, it is absolutely certain that the embroidery was embroidered by Mu Yutang.

Mu Yunjia's small face was pale and bloodless in an instant, her small hands were clenched quietly, the plum blossom silk handkerchief was twisted into twists, and she was gnashing her teeth in anger. The evidence proved her honesty, but she put herself to death...

"My stitches are crooked, and I'm not familiar with embroidery skills. I won't make a fool of myself with such clumsy embroidery!" Glancing at Mu Yunjia, Chen Jing's ugly face, Mu Yutang walked forward leisurely, and slowly collected the embroidery How could the mother and daughter of the Chen family ruin the embroidery that Mu Yutang worked so hard to embroider?

Looking at her complacent movements, Mu Yunjia and Chen Jing frowned tightly: They picked out thousands of things to curry favor with Princess Qi's embroidery, but Mu Yutang actually said it was clumsy, not because she was self-effacing, but because she was disguised mock them.

Concubine Qi is still sitting on the side, they are completely humiliated!

"Where does Yutang want to put the embroidery?" Concubine Qi lives in the royal mansion and has seen too many battles in the inner house. Pin was about to leave, she put down her teacup and opened her mouth.

Mu Yutang glanced at the gloomy mother and daughter of the Chen family, and pretended to sigh helplessly: "Back to the princess, this minister's clumsy work, which is difficult to be elegant, is naturally thrown away!"

Mu Yunjia gritted her teeth in hatred. When they touched the embroidery, Mu Yutang thought it was dirty, so she deliberately threw away the unwanted ones. This is a blatant humiliation!

"If Yutang doesn't want this embroidery, can you give it to me?" Princess Qi also thought of what Mu Yunjia thought of. She doesn't hate the people in Duke Mu's mansion. She likes exquisite embroidery. Who has touched it? It doesn't matter.

Mu Yutang looked up at Princess Qi. She had a beautiful face, a graceful temperament, and her dark pupils were clear to the bottom. She was a sensible person, completely different from the sinister and despicable Chen Jing: "Since the princess doesn't dislike it, I will give it to the princess!"

The embroidery was intended to be given to Princess Qi by Mu Yunjia, whether she threw it away or gave it to Princess Qi, it was a provocation and humiliation to Chen Jing's mother and daughter.

"Thank you!" Concubine Qi smiled slightly, and ordered her mother to take over the embroidery. As an outsider, it was inconvenient for her to participate too much in the family affairs of Duke Mu's mansion, so she said goodbye to Chen Jing, and took the embroidery back to Prince Qi's mansion in a carriage.

"Mu Yutang, you planned all of this a long time ago, right? You want to curry favor with Princess Qi, deliberately dismantle everything today, and use me as a stepping stone?" I wish I could swallow her alive.

She had worked hard for several months, and the good image she suggested in Princess Qi's heart was completely destroyed by Mu Yutang, and she would never let Mu Yutang feel better.

Mu Yutang glanced at her coldly. A mean-minded person really thinks others are as mean as she is: "Mu Yunjia, you used my embroidery as an impostor, why don't you allow me to seek justice for myself?"

A trace of contempt flashed in Mu Yunjia's eyes, the Duke Mu's mansion belongs to her and her mother, and they have the final say on all matters, and Mu Yutang still wants to seek justice, what a fool's dream!
Her lips moved. Just as she was about to mock Mu Yutang, a burst of thunderous hooves rolled in, and the ground she stepped on trembled slightly!
what happened?

In doubt, the gate of Duke Mu's mansion opened wide, and dozens of young men walked in hurriedly. They all wore white cloaks and white military uniforms inside. The hilts of the swords are all made of gold, and the faces are stern and heroic.

When they came to the rockery, the young men suddenly split into two sides. The last young man walked out with a handsome face and cold eyes. He said loudly to the people in the gazebo, "By order of Prince Xiao, please see Mr. Mu Guogong." Miss!"

Mu Yutang took a step forward and looked at the young man indifferently: "I don't know what advice you can give me!"

The young man looked at her and was taken aback. The girl in front of him was fourteen or fifteen years old, with picturesque eyebrows and red lips, and she was dressed in soft smoked purple, clean and fresh, not stained with dust, with a slight smile on her face. , with bright eyebrows, like red plums blooming in the wind in the snow, noble and out of dust, arrogant.

(End of this chapter)