One year of practice......

Dongfu Realm.......

Listening to Murong Qin's words, Jiang Lin felt that his fragile heart had been deeply hit......

Jiang Lin knew that Murong Qin's talent was high, after all, he was very discerning in accepting apprentices.

But that's an exaggeration.

How many years did it take me to cultivate to the Cave Mansion Realm back then?

It seems to have taken eight years.

And Xiaoqin only took a year......

emmm.......

Jiang Lin is a little skeptical about life, although many people say that he is a genius, but Jiang Lin finds that he seems to be the most dishman......

"I'm sorry senior......"

Looking at Jiang Lin's "dull" appearance, Murong Qin, who thought that his predecessors were indeed disappointed in him, lowered his little head even deeper, and his eyes were full of self-blame.

"Silly Nizi, what are you talking about?" Jiang Lin scratched the tip of her nose, "What's so sorry about this, I arrived at the cave realm in a year, this is an unimaginable thing, it's too late to be happy for you." ”

"Huh? Are you sure? Are the seniors really not disappointed in Xiaoqin? The girl's eyes sparkled with joy.

"Really, but Xiao Qin shouldn't be greedy for the speed of cultivation, it is even more important to lay a solid foundation."

"Hmmm! Xiao Qin understood. The girl, who had already become a girl, nodded, "By the way, senior, mother said that the meal has been prepared, let the senior stay for dinner." ”

"Huh?"

Just when Jiang Lin was puzzled, at the entrance of the courtyard, a woman had already walked in and bowed to Jiang Lin dignifiedly:

"Childe, long time no see."

"Madame, long time no see."

Jiang Lin bowed.

"Can Childe stay for dinner?" Mrs. Murong smiled.

"This ......" Jiang Lin's eyes showed a slight look of embarrassment.

"What, is Childe afraid of being in front of this widow of mine?"

"Why, then disturb Madame."

In the end, Jiang Lin stayed behind and had dinner with Murong's mother and daughter.

The dishes are all made by Mrs. Murong herself, and although the taste is not extremely amazing, it is definitely outstanding.

And more importantly, in Mrs. Murong's dishes, Jiang Lin felt a kind of fireworks, which Jiang Lin hadn't experienced for a long time.

The content of the conversation at the dinner table is nothing more than a year's greetings.

Over the past year, Murong Mansion's business in the demon capital has been getting better and better, and under the care of Mrs. Murong, everything is in order.

Especially Mrs. Murong's weaving skills, Jiang Lin now knew that Mrs. Murong's craftsmanship was already famous in the demon capital.

In the demon capital, all kinds of noble ladies want to ask for a single piece of clothing from Mrs. Murong, everything is paid attention to first come, first served, no matter how much money you give.

Moreover, after Mrs. Murong knits a piece of clothing for someone, she will not knit a second piece for the same person, and in the same way, no matter how much money she gives, she can't do it.

This kind of agreement of "making money but not earning" is indeed a bit strange, but it has made Mrs. Murong famous, and even faintly has the title of "Weaver Niang".

And this year, Mrs. Murong also often entered the palace of the demon capital, but she did not listen to Jiang Lin's advice when she left a year ago, and relied on the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom to live a comfortable and stable life.

The palace of Mrs. Murong in the demon capital, the first is to weave clothes, Nian Nian and Qinglian's clothes, and after weaving clothes, it is to send clothes.

The second is to accompany the thoughts.

During Jiang Lin's absence, Mrs. Murong would go to see Nian Nian once every few days, and Murong Qin would also play with Nian Nian in addition to practicing, just like sisters.

"Doesn't the prince ask how the little uncle who is the concubine died?"

Adding a chopstick dish for Jiang Lin, Mrs. Murong said slowly.

"I've already learned from Miss Xiaolan that she fell to death after drinking." Jiang Lin took a bite of food, "Well, I feel pretty miserable......"

Listening to Jiang Lin's words, a complicated look flowed through Mrs. Murong's eyes, but it also flashed.

"Indeed, the little uncle who is a concubine is indeed quite unlucky." Mrs. Murong said with emotion, which also brought an end to this topic.

After the meal, Jiang Lin said goodbye and left, and Mrs. Murong did not stay any longer.

After all, it's already a bit bad to stay for dinner, and it's really unreasonable to stay too long.

"Thank you Madame for your concern for Niannian, the dress that Madame made, Niannian and Qinglian like it very much."

"The concubine likes them too." Mrs. Murong owes a salute, "I'm afraid that the concubine will not be able to keep her son anymore." ”

Jiang Lin bowed and left.

When Jiang Lin disappeared into the starry sky, Lady Murong and Xiao Qin slowly withdrew their gaze.

After saying goodbye to her mother, Xiao Qin went to her room to meditate on Mingwu Kenshin, while Lady Murong continued to sit in the courtyard and retired as a maid.

The evening breeze blew through the courtyard, the cypress leaves rustled in the courtyard, and Mrs. Murong poured herself cups of green tea.

And when Mrs. Murong poured herself a cup of tea, in the green tea, the figure of a graceful woman was reflected.

The woman sat in front of her, poured herself a cup of tea "very unceremoniously", and after drinking it all, Wu Su looked at her and said slowly:

"Won't you knit him a garment?"

Mrs. Murong shook her head, or the woman who was called "Weaver Niang" said slowly: "I knit clothes for people, and I only knit one." ”

"I know, after all, that's how you behaved thousands of years ago." Wu Susu looked into her eyes, "You've already helped Childe weave?" ”

Weaver Niang shook her head: "No." ”

"Oh?" Wu Su felt that it was a slight accident.

"I don't know which one to weave." As if recalling Jiang Lin's various postures, Weaver Niang said softly, "I don't know if it's better to weave a Confucian green shirt or a swordsman's long shirt is more suitable." ”

"But now, maybe it's different, I seem to know how to do it."

"Neither dress, I guess." Wu Su smiled, and when she put down the teacup, her doppelganger had already turned into thousands of dancing butterflies and flew away, and the sound was also slowly transmitted in the courtyard, and then dispersed with the wind.

"Indeed."

After Wu Su left, Mrs. Murong shook her head, picked up the needle and thread in her hand, and sewed it stitch by stitch, not like a Confucian green shirt, nor like a swordsman's long shirt.

It looks like the gold collar of the emperor's robe.

Two thousand years ago, there were a thousand demons under the twelve thrones, and one of them was very strange because she was a human race.

Not a half-blood, real Terran.

She traveled through the mountains and rivers, and I don't know how many people she knitted.

Because of their own mood, they regard people as they are, no matter how high or low.

Knitting only one piece for the same person, no exceptions.

Although the workmanship of the clothes she spun is unsurpassed, some of them are beautiful and some are ugly.

But no matter how good it looks or not, no matter how annoying the person who collects it, they will wear it one day.