Don't disturb me, I won't be a concubine

After learning the rules, Zhang's mother arranged other things for them. But the purpose is different, no longer teaching them, but to see what they know.

At this time, each of them had a round bag in their hands, and there were embroidery thread, embroidery needles, scissors and other tools on the two tables.

"I will come over tomorrow at midnight to collect your embroidery. It is up to you to decide what to embroider." Mother Zhang left after explaining.

The girls stepped forward to select embroidery threads, but only Yunling and Meng Dong stood there as if frozen.

Meng Dong looked at the roundness on his hand with a grimace, "I've been afraid of studying for the first time since I was a child, and I'm afraid of this thing second. Why do women need to be able to embroider, but men don't? It makes no sense."

Yunling deeply agreed: "Many things in this world are so unreasonable."

Meng Dong turned his head: "Yunling, you don't know how to embroider?"

Yunling shook her head. She had never touched a needle in her twenty years of life, let alone such a difficult craft as embroidery.

Meng Dong was happy, "I didn't expect that you look like you are proficient in this, and you are the same as me. I also want you to help me, but this is fine, we can be companions and share the same difficulties!" "

"Humph, you can't even do basic needlework, yet you're not ashamed to laugh here. Let's see what you can do to Mrs. Zhang tomorrow!" Lu Yue chose the embroidery thread and heard the conversation between the two, and made a sarcastic comment.

"Why are you everywhere?" Meng Dong said in a bad tone, "Isn't it just what you want that we can't make friends? Are you eager to see our jokes?"

"It's because your skills are inferior to others, why don't you let others tell you?" Lu Yue moved lightly, sat down on the round stool, and began to thread the needle.

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After Lu Yue had been in contact for a few days, Yunling had already felt a bit of her temper. She tugged on the corner of Meng Dong's clothes and said, "Let's go and choose."

Meng Dong muttered as he walked: "The rest are chosen by others. There is nothing to choose from. We don't know how to use them anyway. It doesn't matter which thread we use."

There were only some embroidery threads of poor color and texture left in the two thread baskets. Yunling simply put them into one thread basket and took them away together.

"Come on, let's go outside."

Yunling carried the thread basket and Meng Dong to the porch outside.

"You really want to do it." Meng Dong felt dizzy looking at these things between the two of them.

Yunling put a ball into her hand and said, "This is what Mother Zhang ordered. Not being able to do something and not doing it are two different things. Our attitudes must be correct."

Meng Dong stared at the thread basket dejectedly, feeling that his head was messier than the embroidery thread inside.

"I'm afraid that what I embroider will make Mother Zhang even more angry."

"Mother Zhang is familiar with your mother, so she should know something about you, right?" Yunling asked.

Meng Dong showed a hint of embarrassment, "Everyone in the house who can chat with my mother for a few words knows what I am like."

Yunling held back a smile and comforted her: "Look, since Mama Zhang also knows that you can't embroider, once you embroider, no matter how well you embroider, Mama Zhang won't blame you. But if you show her that your embroidery is in vain, Boo, she will feel that you didn’t take her words seriously.”

Meng Dong suddenly realized: "What you said makes sense. I never thought about this before. It was all based on my own temper. Now that I think about it, I don't blame my mother for always being angry with me."

"No matter what you do at home, your mother won't really care about you, but now in the Duke's Mansion

, we still have to abide by the rules in the house. Yunling told her carefully, not wanting her to suffer in some small things in the future.

Unlike Mother Wu's toughness, Meng Dong listened to Yunling's gentle words. She no longer resisted like she did at first, picked up the round bandage and gestured, eager to try: "Why don't you just put a few threads on it? I don't believe I can be cured by it!"

Meng Dong, who had just made a grand promise a moment ago, soon tasted the taste of frustration. She held an embroidery needle in front of her eyes with her left hand, and tried hard to thread the embroidery thread in her right hand into the nose of the needle. Her eyes were narrowed to a slit, and she was so anxious that she was sweating. Couldn't get it in.

After trying for a while, she suddenly put down her sore arm, "This is really not something someone like me can do -"

Yunling had already threaded the thread. She carefully inserted the embroidery needle on the embroidery cloth and stretched out her hand towards Meng Dong. "Don't be impatient in threading. Come on, give it to me."

Meng Dong handed her the needle and thread and followed her with his eyes.

Yunling saw that the thread had been ravaged by Meng Dong into a state of disgrace. Several small prongs had come out of the already soft embroidery thread. It was no wonder that she couldn't thread it through.

Yunling used scissors to cut off a section of thread and threaded it again. With the successful experience just now, I put it on quickly this time.

Meng Dong was stunned for a moment, then said with his hands: "Yunling, you are so amazing, you learned to thread the thread so quickly."

Yunling returned the threaded needle and thread to her and said with a smile: "It's nothing. You can try it again later. You will master it after threading it once. If you still haven't succeeded after a long time, just cut the thread."

"I didn't expect that there is something special about threading," Meng Dong held the embroidery needle and didn't know where to start, "But what should I embroider?"

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After thinking for a moment, he said, "We can't embroider patterns that are too complex, so we can only use tricks."

"How to be clever?" Meng Dong wondered, can crafts like embroidery be tricky?

Yunling smiled slyly and told her her thoughts.

Meng Dong opened his eyes wide after hearing this, "Is this okay?"

"You'll know if you try it or not. It's much better than showing Mother Zhang an empty piece of embroidered cloth."

"That's true, Yunling, it's up to you."

With the idea in hand, the two of them stopped worrying and stayed outside until evening before returning to their room.

When they entered, the girls didn't even raise their heads, their wrists were flying, and they were all busy with their embroidery work.

Only Lu Yue noticed them, looking like she was watching a good show, "You two are trying to break the pot, and you just hid out because you don't know how to embroider. You are self-aware, so you don't bother us here."

"Who said we were hiding? We were..." Meng Dong was tugged on his sleeves by Yunling mid-sentence before he realized what he was saying.

She imitated Lu Yue's look and raised her chin slightly and turned her head: "Why should I tell you?"

"If you don't say pull it down, no one is willing to listen." Lu Yue looked disdainful, but her eyes glanced at the thread basket Meng Dong was holding.

Early the next morning, Yunling and Meng Dong had breakfast and went out again with their string baskets.

Lu Yue stretched her neck and looked out, extremely curious, but she muttered in a low voice: "It's mysterious. I don't know how to do it. I don't know what tricks it is going to do."

"Sister, why should I care about them? The embroidery they made must be too ugly and they were embarrassed to let us see it, so they ran out. Mother Zhang will come to collect the embroidery today, and they will be embarrassed when they take it out."

The speaker is Xilian, who has been deliberately trying to please Luyue.

Lu Yue looked away and curled her lips, "I don't care what happens to them."