Don't talk about Zhao Shi,

Even Zhao Zhen looked at the people next to him in disbelief, as if he had noticed her goodness for the first time.

Zhao Shi would never refuse,

He took out his sewing box just to give it away in the name of his mother. After all, although this thing only cost 3.6 yuan, it had a lot of needles. Although the Song Dynasty already had better embroidery needles, they really needed them.

Compared with the refined and refined needles of later generations, which only cost 3.6 yuan for dozens of needles, Zhao Shi's needle is still of some value.

"yes."

Zhao Shi nodded and walked towards Concubine Miao first. Concubine Miao was the biological mother of the deceased King Zhao Xin of Yu and the still-living Princess Fukang. Zhao Shi was naturally the first to walk towards her, and she watched Zhao Shi walking towards her.

His eyes couldn't help but become crazy, and he murmured: "If Erlang is still alive, he must be this old!"

Zhao Shi paused in his steps,

I walked over anyway, wanting to take out a needle as soon as possible, but I didn't know what happened to the box. After holding it for a long time, I took out a needle and handed it to Concubine Miao. Concubine Miao lowered her head and said quietly: "

It would be great if Fukang was here."

fukang,

It’s Princess Fukang,

Without Zhao Shi, she would be Zhao Zhen's only daughter now. Zhao Shi was a little afraid of this concubine who might have been touched by something sad, so he left in a hurry, and soon heard Concubine Miao continue: "Such a delicate embroidery needle.

, maybe I’ll be able to get two of them.”

Zhao Shi's feet swayed,

Please give me my compassion back, thank you.

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Chapter completed!