"That's the relics of the mother's relatives of the palace, the mother's relatives of the palace are outsiders, and they are proficient in the embroidery method outside the palace, which is a little different from the Central Plains. It's a pity that the mother's own son is not good, and not long after giving birth to the palace, the person is gone, and this sachet is still handed over to the palace by the father, saying that this is what the mother has been preparing for the palace for a long time. ”

Seeing this, the concubines hurriedly comforted them.

"The embroidery method is a little more complicated, and the color is quite bold. Unlike our Central Plains, we pay special attention to the matching of colors, to look exquisite, the color can not be too messy. ”

"But the sachet in the main palace, when the palace was free, I counted it, and there were eighty-eight colors on it."

"It doesn't look messy, but it is very compatible, one color after another, if you are not careful, you really can't see it."

An Ningxiang squeezed the handkerchief tightly, eighty-eight colors, why is it so similar to the sachet she picked up when she was a child.

The first time she counted the colors, she only counted sixty-six, and when she was a little older, she was more careful to distinguish them, and when she counted eighty-eight, she was also stunned.

If it weren't for her mother's teaching, she might not have been able to count how many colors there were.

Some colors, the difference is just a little bit, so many colors, on a small sachet, it's really incredible.

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

Having been exposed to embroidery since childhood, she thought it was valuable for research, so she brought it back.

She did figure out a lot of special embroidery techniques from above, but she hadn't figured it out so far, and she had only learned some superficially.

After entering the palace, the sachet falls in the boudoir.

Later, I asked someone to bring a message to the family, wanting to bring the sachet in. But...... The family wrote to say that she didn't find it, and she could only blame it, and she should have accidentally lost it, and she regretted it.

Listening to Tang Guo's words now, An Ningxiang's heart is pounding, it can't really be the sachet left by the concubine, right?

She has always been cautious, and no matter how much she wants to know, she will not speak.

"In that sachet, there is also a small golden lock, which was given by the father of the palace," Tang Guo showed regret, "It's a pity." ”

This time, An Ningxiang was not calm, she was sure that the sachet was the concubine's. When she picked it up, there was indeed a small golden lock in the sachet.

She was not interested in the golden lock, and let the other party be in the sachet, but studied the embroidery on the sachet every day.

Now that the sachet is lost, even if it is not lost, An Ningxiang will never admit to picking up the sachet, who knows what trouble it will cause.

Tang Guo glanced at An Ningxiang's drooping eyes, his heart was funny, his eyes turned a little, and he had a bad thought, and asked Mei Lan to prepare pen and ink.

The concubines thought that she was going to paint and write poems, but they didn't expect that it would take her half an hour to paint a small, exquisite sachet.

"Well, sisters, take a look, the sachet lost in this palace is not very beautiful, more exquisite than the one of An Guiren?"

The concubines took a look, didn't they?

What I admire even more is that the concubine Niangniang's good painting skills are obviously dead things, but they are so lifelike that she paints, they all think it is real, and they want to go up and touch it, as if every stitch and thread have been painted.

Concubine Meng stood aside, looking at the woman who was as beautiful as a flower, and her heart swelled with a sense of complexity.

The appearance is stunning, the painting skills are so superb, I heard that the concubine also practiced martial arts when she was a child, if it weren't for the accident later, I am afraid that she can be called a peerless beauty who can write and martial arts.

Such a woman actually entered the palace.

An Ningxiang looked at the familiar sachet and lowered her head.

This secret, rotten in my heart.

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