Chapter 49 Difficulty
The second day after Zhixian left, the saint returned to the morning, and Rong Yuzhong became busy again. He said he would go to Muzhou, but he ordered troops overnight and left Beijing early in the morning. Bu Nuan heard that he was still indifferent and thought that he was an elder. She just showed enthusiasm and didn't need to do more. It's not good to move too much. After all, both of them are still young. As my father said, it is most inconvenient for my nephews to meet less.
She had a lot of free time and began to embroider the peacock picture. The thin yarn as cicada wings fixed it with a bandage shaft and flowed across half of the room in the main hall. Her embroidery craftsman Cheng's aunt, braid embroidery is the most traditional technique. In addition, there are long and short needles, nail thread embroidery, dot embroidery, dizzy embroidery, and frying gold embroidery, which are many names and passed down from generation to generation.
The embroidered peacock is very exquisite, and the tail feathers and trees are stunned by flat needles. There is a flower tree on the top of the peacock, which should be combined with a flat needle and lock embroidery. Double-sided embroidery is extremely difficult for others, but she can control it skillfully at the age of 12. As long as you are willing to think about it, it is not a problem to embroider a strong and magnificent embroidery.
When Lin's leader came in with her newly made clothes, she was sitting in front of the embroidery rack and flying needles and threading. Thirty-six colors of flowers and silk hung high behind them and spread into thick curtains. She didn't even lift her eyelids. She was distracted and couldn't hear anything.
Lin moved over and saw that this was a double-sided different-color embroidery. Earlier, I heard that she was doing needlework behind closed doors, but I didn't expect her to make such a good product. The needle was not long, and a small piece of canopy was embroidered, which was already amazing. Lin couldn't help but suddenly. She didn't expect that she would have such a means at her young age! In the past, she only thought that she, like ordinary rich and noble girls, was very familiar with the four books and five classics, could write letters, and be some female celebrities. But now it seems that she really underestimated her.
Bu Nuan caught a glimpse of a figure on his eyes, and then looked up. Seeing that Lin came, he quickly remembered the needle and put down his work. He stood up and said, "I haven't seen my grandmother just now. It's so rude!" They took it to the mat and poured tea and water attentively. "It's so hot outside. My grandmother just sent someone to send a message. Why do you have to come here?"
Lin smiled and said, "My son, this trip is worth it. If you don't come, I really don't know that my warmth has such a good ability! Oh, it's really complete! In the future, I don't know who has this blessing to ask for it. With this pair of skillful hands alone, it can make my mother-in-law unable to speak!"
The wet nurse said along the words, "The old lady doesn't know that there are many embroidery items in our Luoyang library, all of which are the crafts of young ladies. This double-sided different-color embroidery is not the most difficult. She will also have two-sided three-color embroidery, and the embroidered things are seamless on both sides, which is the top treasure!"
Lin Shi leaned over to look at the bandage and said, "That's not it! This is so clever!" She gently rubbed the branches and leaves, "What kind of needle is this? The embroidered surface is as delicate as a painting, hiding needles and hidden threads, and the pins are not exposed.
Bu Nuan replied, "If you go back to your grandmother, you should use loose needles. Here are all branches and leaves, and the lower tree trunks are embroidered with random needles. There are also needles, needles, punches, needles, and needles. When the peacock is embroidered, it is embroidered on the shelf with inserts. She squeezed her lips and smiled, "My uncle and Sister Ye got married. I have nothing to give them away. The peacock picture was embroidered with a frame to make a congratulatory gift for them.
Lin nodded and said, "I expect your sister Ye to be very impressed!" But according to me, it's better to embroider a pair of peacocks and have a good color, isn't it?"
This is a mother's good wish, hoping that her son and daughter-in-law can live in two nights. Bu Nuan smiled forceful, "I didn't expect to follow my grandmother's, go back and redraw the bottom and add a female bird."
Lin fell in love and stroked his palm, "My son, it's hard for you to make a heart!" I couldn't help touching it again and couldn't put it down. "It's so good, it's really complete!"
Bu Nuan looked at her like that and said, "Does grandma like it? When this painting is completed, Nuan'er will embroider a Puxian Bodhisattva for you, which will look good on the desk.
"That's good." Lin said, "Don't embroider your eyes. Turn your head day and night, it's mine!"
Bu Nuannuo answered, and the two grandchildren sat down and chatted about the types of embroidery for a while. Lin remembered for a long time, asked the servant to bring the paint plate and said, "I'm really useless. I forgot what I did. This is the dress I made for you last time, which was just delivered by the tailor's shop. Look, the style and workmanship are not bad. Choose a set you like and prepare what you want to wear tomorrow.
Bu Nuan looked at the pile of peach blossoms and willows, "Is tomorrow the right day for Uncle Ye?"
Lin took a sip of tea and said, "The latter is 22 years old, but we are going to leave tomorrow. My mother's relatives arrived a day earlier, and only those thin families went to the right time.
Bu Nuan said, turned his head and looked out of the window at the purple forest. The wind blows the branches and leaves, and the trees are green everywhere in midsummer. Only the forest is red and lively.
My uncle has been gone for more than ten days, and I haven't seen him since the Song family made trouble that day. She warned herself to put it away, and occasionally remembered him in her heart, but it was not easy to ask. It was hard to say. There are also some intricate feelings of resentment and panic. Now only by sitting in front of the scaffolding can we forget those.
Lin didn't know that she had moved those thoughts for a moment. She looked at the people in the porch to feed the parrots and said slowly, "Your uncle has been gone for a few days. It's time to return to Chang'an today. I'm going to Gaoling tomorrow, and I don't know if Tingzhou has woken him up. As soon as he is busy, he forgets the family affairs behind his neck. If it is delayed, I won't set him back.
Bu Nuan said, "Grandma, don't worry, my uncle told me that I must go last time, and I will definitely go back to Chang'an today. If you can't make it, you may not know if you go straight to Gaoling.
"It's up to him, as long as he knows how to explain it. That's not good for generals. If you want to match a civil officer in Beijing in the future, at least you can see it every day. Lin waved his hand and changed a very affectionate expression on his face. "I'm going to say it several times, but the words are suddenly changed. My son, don't call me grandma in the future. She is so official and estranged. Learn from a small family. We have an uncle's milk in Chang'an. I'm afraid of hanging out with my uncle, and it's not good. Or rely on Dongdu and call grandma.
This is the real sign of closeness! Generally, people with titles will never be called so casually, unless they are loved to the bone and will not avoid it in front of others. Bu Nuan listened and bowed her back and said, "Yes, listen to grandma."
Lin smiled and said, "This is like a close relative!" After sitting back for a while, he got up and pointed to the coat and said, "Try it later. Don't think it's troublesome. It's big and small, so that you can change it immediately. I'm leaving. You take a break. Don't rush in. It's a long time to come.
Bu Nuan said softly, send it to the door and go down, "It's easy for grandma to go."
The servant under the eaves took an umbrella early. Lin went straight into the shade and turned around and said, "It's hot outside. Go back to the house!"
Bu Nuan sent each other with a smile. When Lin got on the road, he put down his stiff cheeks.
Adding another peacock is so light, but I don't know how much effort it will take! There are still four months left, and it will be completed in October, and there will be dozens of overnights.
Voluntariness is one way of saying, and unwillingness is another state of mind. OK, why do you have to add another one? The old lady probably doesn't understand the allusions in it. She always feels that it's just a beautiful one and embroidered pair. Shouldn't she accept the words of the peacock flying southeast?
She lowered her head and walked back slowly. After a few steps, she couldn't help looking at the Bamboo Branch Hall. Why didn't she come back after him for so long? It's almost Zheng. Did you really go straight to Gaoling? She had made up her mind before, but as long as she knew he was there, she would feel at ease. But why hasn't he come back yet?
Is there something difficult going on? The rebellion in Muzhou has obviously subsided. Is there any aftermath, thus delaying the trip?
She sat on the beautiful couch in the rolling shed and shook the fan, with the unique smell of wormwood burning in the wind. It was the jade furnace that smoked the mosquitoes, and the air was still filled with faint smoke, like a layer of gauze, flickering, and it was not very real in the distance.
She sat on the enclosure and thought for a long time. How good it is to meet him among tens of millions of people! Fate is fixed, no earlier, no later, just happen to catch up. Then they either passed by, or entangled, and both fell into the rolling red dust.
Rolling red dust... There are too many traps and fascinating things in this red dust. So many people vowed to cut it off and tried their best. In the end, they couldn't quit.
She looked up at the carvings on the ceiling, looked at them for a while and then closed them. She also expects a good man to appear early. Which young girl doesn't yearn for love? After a long time, it gradually withered. It's ironic to think that he is alone but wants to embroider a pair of peacocks for others.
She began to recall his face, and the lines became vivid because of a light smile, as well as gentle eyebrows and clean and powerful fingers...
She closed her eyes, opened her lips, and half swallowed and muttered, "Rong Yu..." This is the best name in the world, like a rich wine. When the tip of her tongue rolls over, it will leave a fragrance on her teeth and cheeks. She smiled and was addicted, "rong yu..."
Rong Yuxiang is probably talking in her sleep. When she wakes up, she can't be so presumptuous and dares to call her by her name. However, her voice was soft, and when she called his name, there was an unspeakable tenderness. There are no edges and corners, but they are straight to people's hearts.
He just came back from Muzhou, and the dust all over his body had not been cleaned. Walking to the smoke wave building, I saw her under the rolling shed, looking up leisurely, different from his physical and mental fatigue. What she saw on her face was an unmatched calm.
He suddenly felt abruptly strong about this. Although he was busy in Muzhou, he could still remember the expression that day when she tried to restraint under the corridor. He left in a hurry and wanted to inform her, but he couldn't make room. A few days after leaving Chang'an, he always felt angry. He expected that she would still sulk, and he might not have a good face when he came back.
She is practicing calling his name, does it mean that she also cares about him? He thought about it and realized that he shouldn't be here. There were many people serving everywhere, and the first thing he came back to see her seemed unreasonable.
I don't know when he began to agree with the saying of the wet nurse of the Bu family. He is also helpless. When he has nothing in his heart, he is frank. Only when the dust falls will he subconsciously want to cover it.
He stepped back gently and stepped eagerly when he stepped down. At this time, the scene is more difficult to control. He was not sure what attitude he should use to deal with it. Should he laugh at her or scold her severely?