Chapter 800

Yesterday, some people laughed at Zhao Yuqi's sculptor, but they didn't want to. She was already very good. She was not as good as herself.

Mo Huan did his work attentively and seriously. The knife kept turning in his hand. After a while, it carved what Shen Qing wanted.

Shen Qing took the wooden crochet, and asked Mo Huan to modify it a little. As like as two peas in the past, she was once again the same as her previous life.

"Great! Great Shen Qing is about to cheer.

In ancient times, women, especially ladies, could embroider flowers and grass.

She can't get the fine embroidery needle, but she knows what the ancients didn't know.

Mo Huan doesn't understand why Shen Qing is so happy to get this thing?

It's like a hairpin. It's not a hairpin. It doesn't have a sharp end, and it also has a small hook. If you put it in your hair like this, it won't confuse your hair?!

But as long as Shen Qing likes it, he will be happy.

"If Xiao Qing likes it, I'll do more for you in the future." Mo Huan wanted to give her all the good things in the world, but she didn't want them.

Even the front pages of the poems she bought a few days ago, Shen Qing just took a look and put them on the side.

It's rare to have something she likes. Mo Huan just wants to make her happy.

After listening to Mo Huan's question, Shen Qing thought about it and said, "this kind of thing, thick and thin, each make a few, but it's not urgent now. Let's talk about it when we have time."

Shen Qing fiddled with the little Crochet in her hand, but she was always afraid of being damaged when she put it on her body. It was the only one.

Although one end of the crochet is a hook, the other end is still flat. Shen Qing picks up the crochet and inserts it into her hair.

It's still safe, at least it won't break.

Mo Huan looked at the beautiful hair like splashing ink, with a white jade hairpin on it. Now there are so many wooden hooks. How can he see it? How can he feel uncomfortable.

Shen Qing asked about the details that should be paid attention to after entering the palace.

Although she was not afraid of those who were in charge, she also knew that the court had Royal etiquette, and she didn't want to lose face in public.

Mo Huan also understood her thoughts, and explained some people and things he would meet when he entered the palace in the future.

With these words, the sun was already setting, and qingdie knocked at the door and said, "Miss, boss Chen is here."

Er Boss Chen Who is it?

Shen Qing can't react, but she immediately stands up, opens the door and goes out.

Forget to look in the yard: ah It turns out that the so-called boss Chen is Chen Caixia.

It's the same. They run their own shops. Of course, it's Mr. Chen.

"Girl, I've got the thread you want." Chen Caixia seems to be in a hurry. At this time, her face is a little red and her speech is a little hasty.

Green butterfly came forward and took a big cloth bag from her hand.

"Sister Caixia, come and sit down first!" Shen Qing warmly greets.

She had to drink a glass of water after a long journey.

Chen Caixia just wanted to answer, but she looked up and saw the noble, evil and charming ruiwang Shizi behind Shen Qing. She was so nervous that she shook her head and said, "no, no, I have to hurry back. There are still a lot of things in the shop!"

Chen Caixia has already gone.

After receiving the cloth bag from qingdie, Shen Qing turns and returns to the house.

When she untied the bag and took out the delicate colored threads, Shen Qing had to sigh that the ancient handicraft industry was really developed.

These threads are bright in color, uniform in texture and of the same thickness. I can't believe they are all made by hand.

"Xiaoqing wants to be a female worker? That's right. When the daughter's family gets married, they have to embroider their own wedding clothes. " Mo Huan looked at these lines and said.

Since Shen Qing promised to marry him last time, he has always kept in mind the matter of getting married. Unexpectedly, Xiao Qing has been thinking about it all the time and has started to prepare her wedding clothes.

At this time, Mo Huan was beautiful in his heart.

But she didn't want to. Shen Qing pulled out the wooden hook he had just made from his hair and wrapped a brown thread around her finger.

Mo Huan didn't know, so he couldn't even see the green butterfly.

Shen Qing put the hook through the thread on her finger and quickly turned it over. She used the small hook under the stick to hook it. After a while, she drew a circle.

"Girl, this is..." Green butterfly beside all see surprised, did not expect the girl to have this skill! Better than that loom.

Shen Qing gave her a silent action, she is now counting the number of needles, if the chaos, hook out the things can not look good.

Mo Huan stares at the green butterfly, suspecting that she has disturbed his Xiao Qing.

Green butterfly shrunk body, stand aside dare not speak, just eyes, still have been staring at Shen Qing's hand.Shen Qing hooks in circles. First, he adds needles in each circle. When the number of circles is enough, he reduces needles in each circle. Finally, he hooks out a sphere.

At this time, it was getting dark. Green butterfly brought the candle light to Shen Qing, and then went out to serve them dinner.

Mo Huan finally understood what Shen Qing wanted the hook for.

Although he didn't know what she was doing, he liked the feeling, the feeling of men farming and women weaving in the countryside.

After a hard day, I came home to see my beloved woman sewing for him under the candlelight. This kind of feeling is very warm and warm.

However, he also found another problem. When Shen Qing had this, she could hardly talk to him.

All night, except for dinner, Shen Qing has been doing it.

Looking at a lot of big circle, small circle, semicircle, all kinds of color, don't know what shape of things on the table, Mo Huan can't bear it. When Shen Qinggang just stopped Huan line, Mo Huan grabbed the things in her hand and put them on the table.

Shen Qing is surprised. She looks up at Mo Huan, but Mo Huan bends down and holds Shen Qing up.

"Ah..."! What are you doing...?! " Suddenly, Shen Qing is so surprised that she slaps Mo Huan's chest.

Mo Huan doesn't care. All night, Shen Qing is working on those threads, and doesn't pay attention to him at all.

The more he thought about it, the more he held Shen Qing in his arms and put her on the bed.

He thought that those threads were used by Shen Qing to learn how to make wedding clothes, but he didn't think that she had made so many strange things, which had nothing to do with the wedding clothes.

This little girl, do you remember that she wants to marry herself?

Shen Qing is put on the bed, but Mo Huan comes face to face.

"Mo Huan...!" Shen Qing exclaimed.

Even if the candlelight at the head of the bed was taken to the round table, she could still see the desire in Mo Huan's eyes.