"Hmm......" Feng Qianyan looked at the Jinpa, and then at the woolen ball, "Let's embroider the Jinpa first, it's all ready-made, it's simpler!"

I rummaged through the bamboo basket, found a small bamboo embroidered bandage, and tinkered with it for a long time before I stretched the brocade to it.

"Uh...... Mandarin ducks playing in the water......" Feng Qianyan took a closer look, two mandarin ducks, one male and one female, "This male looks very beautiful, but it is better to change a variety of colors...... Let's embroider the mother first!"

Just do it, thread the needle, and look like that.

Who knows, a stitch down-

"Hiss-" It hurts! Feng Tianyan hurriedly took the index finger that had congealed blood into his mouth.

In my mind, I suddenly remembered the scene when he and Xiao Yuchen were in the ancient ruins and signed a colorful jade bracelet. Moving his eyes to the bracelet on his wrist, he couldn't help but see the picture of Xiao Yuchen's thin lips holding his delicate fingertips.

Unconsciously, his cheeks flushed slightly......

There was a sweet smile between his eyebrows, but there was a sneer in his mouth: "Hmph!

Pick up the embroidery needle and re-insert it into the brocade ......

"Shhhh

"Hmm-"

"Ahh

......

In the ruins, an hour passed.

Looking at his ten slender jade fingers, full of red needle eyes, the wind poured into tears and wanted to cry without tears......

Boom......

However, the female mandarin duck was only embroidered on more than half of her head when she was thrown on the grass on the side......

He got up, ran to the spiritual spring, and dipped his hands in the water.

The spiritual spring water has a strong repair effect, and this little injury, soaked for a while, can be recovered.

Although it is only the divine consciousness in the spirit ruins, the body that stays outside will also have corresponding reactions. For example, cultivating, drinking, eating, and getting hurt, and so on.

For this question, Feng Qianyan once asked Xiao Jiu. According to Xiao Jiu, originally, Feng Qiyan's body could also enter the spirit ruins together. It's just that now its cultivation level is too low, and the spirit ruins have been hit hard, so that Feng Qiyan's body can't enter it for the time being.

After a while, he shook off the water trails on his hands and looked sideways at Jinpa, who had only half of the mandarin duck head embroidered. Sighing helplessly, he walked over.

Who let himself die at that time to save face and swear to say big things!

Alas!

Sitting cross-legged, he picked up the embroidered bandage and needlework......

It's night. The third floor of Yaxin Court.

Xiao Yuchen, who was dressed in a moon-white brocade robe, reclined in the chair with his legs folded. Between the slender fingers, he held a delicate jade jade cup. The starry eyes drooped slightly, and on the always cold face, there was a faint smile on the corner of the lips.

"What's wrong with him?" sat opposite, dressed in black, Xue asked Yuejin beside him in a low voice.

Yuejin is still dressed in a red dress that has not changed for thousands of years, and has been evaluated as "coquettish" by the wind, and the placket is slightly spread out, revealing a beautiful and delicate collarbone.

On the other side of the snow, sitting was a man in blue, who looked slightly older than Xue and Yuejin, twenty-three or four-year-old. It is completely different from the demonic charm of Yuejin and the debauchery of snow, giving people a sense of maturity and stability.

If Feng Qianyan is here, he will definitely recognize it at a glance, this person is Hua Mohan who has met before.

Yuejin glanced at Xiao Yuchen meaningfully, and smiled teasingly: "Look at his spring heart, he must be thinking of his little daughter-in-law!"