Chapter 150

She doesn't want to fight embroidery with Song Rong. Where can she beat Song Rong? In order not to be inferior, she has practiced carving melons desperately these days!

She's going to find another way to rob the leader.

Song Rong looked at Song Hui, with a meaningful smile on her lips. She quickly threaded the needle and thread. The embroidery Song Rong took had already been embroidered. Song Rong embroidered a broken flower on it, indicating that it was indeed embroidered by herself, and then began to sew the sachet.

This is very easy for Song Rong. The second column of incense has just been burned. A delicate sachet with peach complexions is formed on Song Rong's hand.

At this time, green peach came and sent a carving knife and several lotus roots.

Song Rong took the carving knife again and began to carve lotus roots.

At the bottom of the lotus root, Song Rong carved a lotus pattern. On the top, Song Rong carved out the beauty.

Waiting for the carving to be finished, Song Rong took the vanilla with color that had been prepared earlier and dyed the lotus root slightly. On the glittering and white lotus root, the carver was not very obvious, but the woman inside was particularly obvious by such a halo.

Song Hui is carving melons over there, but she can't help it. She wants to see Song Rong.

When Song Hui saw that Song Rong had found another way and chose to carve the beauty out of the lotus root, her face immediately looked ugly.

"Oh......" Song Hui whispered and looked down. Her fingertips had been cut by a carving knife and bled.

"Miss Song Er, are you all right?" the steward was a middle-aged man in his thirties. Seeing this scene, he hurried over and asked with concern.

You know, Mingyue building is not a place where ordinary people can get up. In the past, they were counting on these merchants to support their business, so the person in charge was very polite to everyone here.

Song Hui took a look and said, "it's all right."

The steward was worried and said, "otherwise, Miss Song, I'd better have a rest."

Song Hui can ran smiled: "I have nothing to do, just a small injury."

With that, Song Hui bowed her head and carved her own flower melon attentively. However, her mind was already gone. She was thinking about Song Rong in her heart.

She wondered why Song Rong carved lotus roots?

She never knew that Song Rong would do this. She tried every means to find out the news from Penglai hospital, that is, Song Rong made a sachet, but she didn't hear that Song Rong would still do this.

She tried hard to avoid Song Rong, but she didn't think of it. How could it be like this.

Song Rong made a sachet and carved lotus roots. Both of them are very exquisite. Today's limelight must be robbed by Song Rong.

She worked hard to prepare for the Qiqiao Festival. I don't know how many melons she carved, but in the end, she couldn't compare with Song Rong.

In fact, Song Hui's melon carving is good. Even if it is no worse than Song Rong, it won't be any worse. Just when she saw that Song Rong also carved the melon, she confused her mind. No, her hand was stained with blood. The blood stained the melon. Song Hui saw it and removed it with a carving knife. This son destroyed the beauty of the whole melon.

When the two incense sticks burned out, Song Rong had carved out a beauty who was refining and a man riding a green bull.

But looking at the beauty, maybe we can't think of anything, but when we look at the man riding the green bull, anyone can understand that Song Rong is a carved Cowherd and weaver girl.

Someone brought a tray and took everything in their hands.

At the bottom, a note was pressed to indicate which girl did it. Naturally, no one can see the note.

Then, the trays of these things were replaced by mistake and placed in a row. Next to the tray, there were a bamboo tube.

Young people, each of them has a silk flower in their hand. When they see which one they like, they put silk flowers into the bamboo tube.

At that time, the person who gets the most silk flowers will be the winner of Dou Qiao.

Like Song Rong, Song Rong is not the only one who has done both, but Song Rong has lived longer than these people. Of course, the things he has made are more exquisite than these people.

In particular, lotus root, among a pile of flowers and melons, is particularly eye-catching.

Waiting for the last count of silk flowers, Song Rong has the most in both sachets and melons. Song Rong deserves it.

The Qingyi steward of Mingyue building took out two notes of Song Rong from the bottom of the tray, looked at it and said in public: "the leader of this year is the third miss of the Song family, Miss Song Rong."

Song Rong stood up, Shen came and motioned to the Qingyi steward.

This leader is also good. In addition to having a good reputation, he can also get a face.

This face costs at least a few hundred liang of silver.

This year's head is made of pure gold with warm red gemstones. It makes people feel amazing at a glance.

"Congratulations, Miss Song San."

"Miss Song, your hands are really exquisite. You should teach me before begging for dexterity next year."

"Miss Song, I'm Li Wenfeng, a student of Gusu Academy..."

"I'm the eldest son of the Zhao family. Miss Song's hands are so clever."

Song Rong is surrounded by many girls and CHILDES. The girls know that Song Rong will definitely marry a good family in the future. They want to curry favor with Song Rong now. Although they say they are jealous of Song Rong for winning the championship, they are convinced by what Song Rong has made.

Jealousy won't be of any use. It's better to have a good relationship with Song Rong and learn two things, which will benefit you immensely.

And making friends with such people will inadvertently improve their reputation.

Those CHILDES have a certain admiration for women like Song Rong. It can be said that this side of Song Rong is the image of the girl many CHILDES dream of.

Although Song Rong likes to be quiet, she is also separate. For example, now, she answers with a smile one by one.

Compared with Song Rong, Song Hui is a lot colder. However, some people talk to Song Hui and ask questions like this.

"Miss Song Er, your sister is really good. Do you often practice these at home?"

Song Hui doesn't know how to answer this. Where is Song Rong diligent at home? Just talented, how can she answer that? It's been said. Isn't it a compliment to Song Rong again?

Song Hui had to smile and didn't answer.

There was a smile on her face, but Song Hui's heart was full of hate. They were all damn Song Rong. If there was no Song Rong, she would be the one who stood on the stage today!

Now, she can only be a green leaf!

This is not what she wants.

At this time, Song Rong's eyes fell on Song Hui. There was a smile in her eyes, but the depth of the smile had a different meaning, which made Song Hui's blood boil!