The room was quiet, with only Qiao Yu's rapid breathing. Jing Yan bent down and leaned over. His body was tall and his shadow almost enveloped Qiao Yu. He pressed down lower and lower, and Qiao Yu curled up into a ball. His movements were as usual, with a plain face, Qiao Yu was timid and cowardly. He had a fight some time ago, but now he didn't even have the courage to refuse, and he spontaneously took out the things hidden in the bed.

It is a middle garment, the size is exactly the same as Qiao Yu's body.

Jing Yan picked up the clothes, and a shiny silver needle fell down, hanging from the corner of the clothes, shaking. He looked at the part carefully, and the broken part of the sleeve was sewn in a mess, the stitches were crooked, the thread ends were complicated, and there were many traces after repeated disassembly, which were probably sewn many times.

The lights illuminated Jing Yan's face. He had a very restrained personality and rarely saw any other emotions on his face. At this time, he was asking lightly: "What's wrong? He couldn't learn to sew clothes again."

Qiao Yu looked up at him. He took the needle and thread from Xuxin. He came back all the way and thought about how to sew clothes. At that time, he showed his skills in front of Jing Yan and sewed the clothes beautifully. Unfortunately, he died before he could get off the tutor and was discovered in the first time he practiced.

He felt that he seemed right, but he was still scared and explained dryly, "I think I should practice my clothes first. When I practice today, I will be able to sew your highness's broken clothes tomorrow!"

There was a tiny light in Qiao Yu's eyes, which was filled with Jing Yan's appearance.

Jing Yan turned around, sat on the edge of the bed, rubbed the back of his head, and his palms were filled with the touch of soft and long hair.

Children always do this, thinking about it every time, never knowing restraint and patience.

But this is also Qiao Yu's unparalleled cuteness.

Jing Yan gently put his falling long hair behind his ears and said with a smile: "I didn't expect Xiaoyu to be so virtuous."

Qiao Yu widened her eyes, grabbed the little tiger beside her, pretended to straighten her chest, and argued with dissatisfaction, "Boy, how can a man say he is virtuous? If he is smart and capable!"

What a pity, that little tiger also looks cute, not at all fierce and terrifying.

After saying that, it seemed that he was motivated again and wanted to take back the needle and thread from Jing Yan.

Jing Yan nodded helplessly, smiled without saying a word, and kept stuffing Qiao Yu's cold hands into the quilt without moving. He could not move at all.

He had already made Qiao Yu happy, and finally it was time to teach him a lesson. "I hid in the quilt to move needles and threads at night, and even the lanterns were covered. There was no light. Is it that old age that I want to be blind?"

Qiao Yu was so scared by him that she shrank back, "How come she gets blind?"

"Why can't it?"

Jing Yan rubbed the back of his head, his palms filled with the touch of soft long hair, and continued, "Why not? I once left the palace and saw many older poor scholars and embroiderers, who were all squinting because their eyes were no longer good, and they couldn't even see the road clearly, and everything they saw was blurry. They used too much at night when they were young, and they were like this when they were old."

He took Qiao Yu into his arms, opened his eyelids, and there were red bloodshots inside, which were so cute. "You don't feel dry eyes, it's more uncomfortable than usual. You're not allowed to do this again. If you want to do anything, tell me first, okay?"

Qiao Yu was so scared that she was trembling, afraid that she would become blind in the future, so she dared to use her eyes as a bet, silently retracted back to the quilt, closed her eyes tightly to rest.

Jing Yan smiled, put his clothes on the chair beside him, took off the lantern and placed it on the hanging wooden rack.

The lights were slightly lit, and Jing Yan walked to the door, closed the door, and said softly: "Go to bed early."

Although the wish to give the prince a surprise has been shattered, Qiao Yu obviously has not given up practicing sewing clothes. The certificate has not given up on the order. If the clothes are not sewn and patched, and the wind is leaking, it will be difficult to hold on for more winter. In the next few days, as long as you come back from the imperial kitchen, Qiao Yu will find the best place for sunshine and start practicing on his own clothes again.

He was stupid and even forgot how to move his fingers with his needle and thread. His fingers were poked a lot. Every time he poked, he licked it with his tongue. The tears in his eyes became more, but he still pursed his lips and held his tears in his eyes and continued to poke them carefully. Unfortunately, Qiao Yu really has no talent, and the sewing looks will be ragged and distorted, which is completely different from the stitches that are so satisfying that people can't see anything at first glance. But Qiao Yu boasted about the sea in front of Jing Yan last night, not to mention that he wanted to sew the prince's clothes well.

Jing Yan sat not far away, glanced at Qiao Yu in the afterglow. He didn't know how a person would have so many tears, but he only made himself feel cute and never felt troublesome.

But after a moment, he still took the book and walked over and asked, "What's wrong, isn't it sewn?"

Qiao Yu pulled the clothes to him, not allowing Jing Yan to look at them again, and then realized that the other party had actually seen them, so he had to tell the truth, "Satisfied, told me that the clothes must be sewn until others can't see the stitches, but I can't do anything about it, what I sewed was obvious..."

The stitches are so stitched that you can’t tell. That’s what a skilled embroiderer, or at least someone who has to touch a needle and thread for a while, that’s what Qiao Yu can do in two days?

Jing Yan felt sorry for his nail tips that had been poked countless times in the past few days. He touched his uneven sleeves and said to him: "If you change the method, Xiaoyu doesn't need to be sewn so that others can't see it, and everyone can see it."

He took Qiao Yu's hand and walked into the room. He picked up the pen and dipped it in bright red paint. He drew a blooming flower on the blue stone bricks in a few strokes. "Just sew this. It's beautiful and suitable for us Xiaoyu."

Qiao Yu hesitated. Although the flower was simple to draw, it must be very complicated to embroider with a needle. He couldn't sew a single thread well, let alone a flower? But after hesitating for a while, he bravely took it, not wanting to disappoint the prince, and he was confident in sewing it.

Jing Yan held a white porcelain cup, filled with clear water, and there were dandelions dried from summer floating on it. He watched Qiao Yu clumsyly thread the needle and start from the break, and it took him a long time to embroider a "small" flower that occupied half of the sleeve.

Qiao Yu looked left and right, full of satisfaction. She felt that the flower was embroidered very beautifully, at least she could see her appearance. She gave it to Jing Yan with her eyes very much, wanted to get praise, but she had to suppress her mood, tilted her head, and she was red from the corners of her eyes to her cheeks, and asked, "Your Highness, is it beautiful!"

Jing Yan opened his eyes and said lies. It was probably not lies, but sincere. Her aesthetics went astray with Qiao Yu, and nodded affirmatively, "It's a very beautiful little flower."

This sentence made Qiao Yu feel happy. He was a child raised. He had never seen any embroiderer since he was a child. The first time he saw someone sewing clothes was the last time he was satisfied, which was contrasted with the one he sewed. Because the pattern was incomparable, he thought he was very powerful.

After receiving praise, Qiao Yu felt that he had found a good way, so he was eager to sew clothes for Jing Yan. He found a blue brick himself and was excited to draw a pattern that was worthy of the prince. After thinking about it, he thought of the golden dragon embroidered on Jing Yan's clothes in the past.

The five-clawed golden dragon is a symbol of the honor of the emperor. It is not usually accessible to him. Qiao Yu thought for a while, grabbed Jing Yan's clothes and asked a little embarrassedly: "Your Highness, how did the dragon draw?"

Jing Yan picked up a pen and wanted to help him draw, but Qiao Yu grabbed his wrist.

Others were still a small ball, not too big, but they said very seriously and seriously: "Your Highness, I want to draw it myself, sew it myself, and give it to you."

Qiao Yu wanted to dedicate all his feelings to the other party, which was also the meaning of his desire to do this from the beginning.

Jing Yan was stunned and smiled, depicting the appearance of a golden dragon with him. Qiao Yu lit his head like a chicken pecking at rice, remembering it all in his heart, changing to yellow paint, and drawing a five-clawed golden dragon.

After finishing the drawing, he always felt something was missing. He supported his round chin and tilted his head to think for a while. While Jing Yan was not paying attention, he secretly washed his pen, imitated the flower just now, and drew it and placed it on the golden dragon's head exactly the same.

As soon as he put down his pen, Qiao Yu ran far away with the brick and Jing Yan's coat. Jing Yan was not allowed to look at him embroidered. He was about to make it dark before he came back with his clothes in his arms.

When Jing Yan heard the sound, he put the wood carving next to it, covered it with bricks and stones, and waved to Qiao Yu, "Xiaoyu, come here."

Qiao Yu rubbed his eyes, tiptoed and handed the clothes to Jing Yan. He was a little shy because the prince always treated him well, but he had nothing to give. He finally tried his best to get praise, but he was afraid that his prince would not like it.

Jing Yan lowered his head, his eyes and eyebrows were filled with smiles, and he exclaimed gently: "Xiaoyu embroidery is so beautiful and so attentive."

It was a little black dragon wearing red flowers. It was pitch black from beginning to end, with a crooked body, and its claws were about the same size as half of its body. I don’t know what kind of monster it was.

But in Jing Yan's eyes, it was so cute. He took off his coat, picked up the piece from Qiao Yu's hand and put it on his body, and carefully brushed his palm across his sleeve.

Qiao Yu received the praise, her snow-white cheeks were red and she was extremely happy. She pretended to say, "There are only three colors of red, white and black, so she can only embroider it in black, so it is not very good to embroider it. If there is gold thread, it must be very similar."

In the end, Qiao Yu couldn't help it, tilted her head, her eyes full of red blood, and there was no light in the past. Even her bright eyes seemed to be gray. He proudly asked for praise, "Your Highness, am I very capable!"

So, the very capable Qiao Yu was confiscated his needle and thread and wrote a guarantee letter pitifully to ensure that he would never touch him again.

After a few days, Qiao Yu, who had been depressed and cried for a long time, finally realized that the needlework he had been thinking about would not be able to come back. However, he still complained to the prince that deprived him of his happiness, but found that Xingxin was much busier today than usual and had no time to take care of himself.

Qiao Yu looked around and asked curiously: "Where has the flowing fish gone? Why is he not here?"
Chapter completed!