Don’t Mess with the Tough Lady

Feng Xuanche strode forward, raised his eyes and glanced at the father-in-law who was aside. Seeing father-in-law lowered his head and seemed to be thinking about something, Feng Xuanche couldn't help but chuckle, jokingly:

"Duke Hua, I look at you like this, but what are you thinking about? Daddy Hua must have a lot of knowledge to come to Daddy Hua, why don't you let me listen to it?"

Hearing Feng Xuanche's words, Grandpa Hua was flustered and smiled flatteringly at Feng Xuanche, rubbing his hands, arched his waist to Feng Xuanche's side and whispered:

"What are you talking about here, the emperor, you really have broken the old slave. The old slave is just feeling the emperor's kindness to the empress, and you really envy others. It's a good answer. I only envy the mandarin ducks. Cents."

Feng Xuanche became more happy after hearing what the father-in-law said. He let out a hearty laugh, and said quickly:

"Hahaha, father-in-law, you are really the more naughty you get as you get older. Nowadays you can learn to speak so slickly. It seems that you really haven't told you about this rule. You are used to being lawless, what are you now? You dare to speak with me."

Seeing Feng Xuan Che’s mouth that he hadn’t told him about the rules, but with a smile on his face, Hwa Duke knew that Feng Xuan Che was making fun of himself, so he hurriedly said that he did not tell him the rules. Smiled and explained to myself:

"That's not because you, the emperor, are generous and benevolent. You are so tolerant to each of us. You really have the demeanor.

So, everyone didn't tremble over these fake gifts, and they had to stick to the rules.

Although the emperor is the emperor and the minister is the minister, everyone closely follows the etiquette of the emperor and the minister, but the emperor and the minister are all human beings, and they are all made of meat. They still have to be somewhat human, and human nature cannot be completely abandoned. In this regard, our emperor is the best. "

After hearing Duke Hua's words, Feng Xuanche's eyebrows were full of smiles, but Feng Xuanche still pretended to be very helpless, shook his head and chuckled:

"You, really give you three points of color, you can open the dyeing room, but don't compliment me anymore."

I saw Feng Xuanche walking outside the bedroom where Du Xuechun was while talking. Feng Xuanche slowly opened the door and walked in, while Duke Hua was very consciously guarding the door respectfully, always paying attention. Come, for fear that others will disturb Feng Xuanche and Du Xuechun's conversation.

Du Xuechun, who was embroidering Feng Xuanche's gown in the sleeping hall, looked up and saw that Feng Xuanche was here. She could not help but stood up quickly and was about to speak, but was given by Feng Xuanche who strode forward. Stopped.

I saw Feng Xuanche lightly grabbing Du Xuechun's shoulders and letting him sit back to his position securely. Then, he sat on the other side of Du Xuechun's low table and watched Du Xuechun whispered:

"These crude needlework, you just leave it to your subordinates. How can you do it yourself, don't **** your hands, I will feel distressed when the time comes."

After listening to Feng Xuanche's words, Du Xuechun shook her head with disapproval, and explained softly:

"You wear this long gown. I still think it's better to embroider it personally. I don't worry about it.

Besides, if I give it to others at will, I will lose that thought. I was still thinking, my needlework is very crude, look at this needle eye, big and small like a centipede, and I am afraid that you will be laughed at when you wear it out.

When are you going to find a free day to bring it to you, let you see, see if this long gown has been embroidered by me, or if you change it again, we don’t need this long gown Up. "

As soon as Du Xuechun's words fell, Feng Xuanche hurriedly reached out and wanted to take the gown in Du Xuechun's hand. Du Xuechun looked helpless and had to hand the gown in his hand to Feng Xuanche. After Xuan Che took him over, he lowered his head and looked up and down carefully, but said with admiration:

"Look at what you said, if you say that your needlework is crude and embroidered like a centipede.

The people over there are even more embroidered. I think this long gown is already fine. You are not allowed to embroider it anymore. I decided to wear it for the winter solstice feast. Look at the dragon embroidered on it. It's alive, just like real.

Maybe I put it on the head of the bed, and after I fell asleep at night, it might get out of this gown and head straight for the sky in the middle of the night. "

Du Xuechun didn't expect Feng Xuanche to say this, he couldn't help but laughed, patted Feng Xuanche on the shoulder quickly, gave Feng Xuanche a look, and said:

"It's just that you can talk, and your mouth is as sweet as wiping honey.

You even said that the dragon embroidered on this one can fly out of the clouds, but you didn't expect you to arrange stories like this. Even if it flew out, it would be the ugliest dragon.

His companions may discriminate against him. If you look at it again, I haven’t embroidered this dragon’s tail yet. It’s strange that it can fly. It’s really open eyes to tell lies, dare to say anything, just to coax I am happy, and treat me as a three-year-old kid. "

Du Xuechun smiled, and quickly took the long gown in Feng Xuanche's hands, put it back on his knees, and carefully embroidered it stitch by stitch.

Seeing this, Feng Xuanche was pampered, raised his hand and rubbed Du Xuechun's head, and said: "I said it can fly, it can fly, because it is embroidered by you, so he is different."

Du Xuechun knew that Feng Xuanche said this only to make her happy, and that's why the so-called beauties appeared in the eyes of lovers.

No matter how ugly the things he embroiders, he will think it is very beautiful, but the things embroidered by others are not comparable.

So Du Xuechun still knows a little bit about his embroidery skills. Although Feng Xuanche praised her so much, she decided when to think of a way, ask others for advice, and work hard to embroider the dragon's tail.

"Okay, don't embroider anymore. I only came to this harem for a few days. You are embroidering the long gown in your hand, ignoring me. Come on, stretch out your hand and let me see Is your hand stuck or cut?"

Seeing Du Xuechun buried his head, Feng Xuanche kept embroidering the long gown in his hands, and ignored him. He couldn't help feeling a little bit left out. He hurriedly played coquettishly and had to compete with the long gown held by Du Xuechun. .

Du Xuechun saw that Feng Xuanche was like a child, but he did not speak to her for himself! Du Xuechun was so helpless that he got angry, and she nodded and said:

"Well, I'm talking to you, can you not embroider this gown? You don't come to this harem for several days. Every time you come, you run to me and bother me every day."

Feng Xuanche heard what Du Xuechun said, and immediately quit, shook his head quickly, looked at Du Xuechun with wide eyes, and said with a dissatisfaction.