Concubine forced marriage: Six-finger princess

Chapter 71

Watching Zhao Ji embroider for a long time, Shui Xinrong thought she understood, so she asked Zhao Ji to come and embroider for a while by herself, but it was a pity that it seemed easy but difficult to do, her tightly frowned eyebrows made her frown stand up.

Zhao Ji looked at it, and reminded: "Rong'er, you have to be patient. This embroidery can't be learned in a day or two. Back then, it took Sanniang several months."

Shui Xinrong raised her eyebrows and smiled, suppressed the impatience in her heart, and began to embroider calmly, but she couldn't help being distracted when she thought of what King Yu said to Daning in Xueyang Palace.

If, if she could embroider as well as Sanniang, would King Yu like her even more?His majestic appearance and dignified appearance appeared in her mind again, so clearly as if he was right in front of her eyes.

"Ah..." Shui Xinrong felt as if the thumb of her left hand was pinched by a crab, and it hurt terribly. She hurriedly raised her hand to suck it in her mouth, and thought to herself, "My God, this lady from a famous family is not so easy to be." !It hurts!"

Shui Xinrong's delicate brows were tightly tangled, and when she lowered her eyelids, she was very angry when she saw the silk and needlework on her knees, and threw them all on the ground with a wave of her hand.If it weren't for them, her hands wouldn't be so painful.

Putting the pain behind Zhao Ji's words just now, and looking up at Zhao Ji distressedly, Shui Xinrong questioned: "Sanniang, to be a wife, you must go to the living room and the kitchen, and you also need to know how to embroider?"

One sentence awakened the dreamer, Zhao Jimao suddenly realized, and finally found a reasonable explanation for Shui Xinrong's strange behavior today.It turned out that her Rong'er became like this only when she had someone she liked!After thinking about it, Zhao Ji smiled, "Of course. Because this is the only way to make my husband-in-law proud." After speaking, she bent down and picked up the silk needle and thread thrown on the ground by Shui Xinrong.

Shui Xinrong pursed her lips, and secretly groaned in her heart: Why, as a wife, you have to know everything, hum, it's so unfair.But when she was angry, the figure of Yu Wang was always floating in her mind, and she had to remember that Yu Wang liked famous ladies.

As soon as I raised my head, Shui Xinrong suddenly asked: "Then when my mother married my father, did she also know how to do this?"

Zhao Ji nodded, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, a slight smile bloomed quietly, and she praised from the heart, "Your mother embroiders beautifully!" As she said, she tidied up the messy silk threads.

Shui Xinrong drooped her head dejectedly, got up and left with annoyance on her face.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Ji never expected that Shui Xinrong would get up and leave without saying a word. When she looked up, Shui Xinrong's back had already disappeared outside the door, so she could only look at Xiaoyun and ask .

(End of this chapter)