Chapter 455

"That's the relic of my palace's mother, who is a foreigner from the northern part of China. She is proficient in embroidery from the northern part of China, which is different from those from the Central Plains. It's a pity that the mother's body is not good at all. It's not long after she gave birth to the palace. The sachet was given to the palace by her father. She said that the mother had been ready to give it to the palace for a long time. "

Seeing this, the concubines immediately comforted.

"The embroidery of the northern wall is a little more complicated, and the color is also quite bold. Unlike our Central Plains, we pay special attention to the color matching. If we want to look beautiful, the color should not be too messy. "

"But the sachet in my palace was counted when I was free. There are eighty-eight colors on it."

"It doesn't look messy, but it's quite matched. One color after another. If it's not careful, it really can't be seen."

Anning joss stick tight handkerchief, eighty-eight colors, why so like the sachet she picked up when she was a child.

When she counted sixty-six colors for the first time, she was a little older and discriminated more carefully. When she counted eighty-eight colors, she was stunned.

If she had not been taught by her mother, she might not have been able to count the colors on it.

Some colors, the difference is so little, so many colors, in a small sachet, it is really incredible.

The sachet was picked up by the river when she was a child.

When she came into contact with embroidery from a young age, she thought it was of great research value and took it back.

She did work out a lot of special embroidery methods, but up to now, she hasn't figured them out, only learned a little.

After entering the palace, the sachet is left in the boudoir.

Later, I was asked to bring something to my family to bring in the sachet. But... The family wrote that she couldn't find it. She can only blame it. She should have been accidentally lost. She felt sorry for her failure.

Now listen to Tang Guo's words, an Ningxiang's heart is thumping. Isn't that really the sachet left by the imperial concubine?

She is always cautious and will not open her mouth if she wants to know it again.

"In that sachet, there is a small gold lock, which was sent by my palace father," Tang guomianlu regretted, "it's a pity."

This time, an Ningxiang is not calm. She can be sure that the sachet belongs to the imperial concubine. When she found it, there was a little gold lock in the sachet.

She is not interested in Jinsuo. Instead, she allows her partner to study the embroidery on the sachet every day.

Now the sachet is lost. Even if it is not lost, anningxiang will never admit to picking up the sachet. Who knows what trouble it will cause.

Tang Guo glanced at the look of the eyes, which were sweet and fragrant. He was amused. His eyes turned and he had a bad idea. He asked Mei Lan to prepare the ink.

All the concubines thought that she was going to paint and write poems. Unexpectedly, it took her half an hour to draw a small and exquisite sachet.

"Look, sisters. Is the sachet lost in our palace more beautiful than that of an GUI?"

All the concubines have a look, don't they?

What's more admirable is that the lady of the imperial concubine has such a good painting skill. It's clearly a dead thing, but it's so lifelike that she painted it. They all think it's true. They want to touch it, as if they've drawn it with a needle and a thread.

Princess Meng stood aside, looking at the woman with the first dimple like a flower, and her heart overflowed with complexity.

It's said that the imperial concubine practised martial arts when she was a child. If it wasn't for later accidents, she might be an excellent person who can do both literature and martial arts.

And such a woman went into the house.

An Ningxiang looks at the familiar sachet with a lower head.

The secret lies in my heart.