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The room was quiet, only the sound of Qiao Yu's rapid breathing.Jing Yan bent over, his figure was tall, his shadow almost enveloped Qiao Yu's whole body, and the lower he was, the more Qiao Yu curled up into a ball.His actions were the same as usual, his face was flat, Qiao Yu was timid and cowardly, he had a fight a while ago, and now he didn't even have the courage to refuse, so he spontaneously took out the things hidden under the blanket.

It was a middle coat, the size was just right for Qiao Yu's figure.

Jing Yan picked up the dress, one was still connected to the thread, and the shiny silver needle fell off, dangling at the corner of the clothes.He looked at that place carefully, and found that the cuff of the sleeve was patched in a mess, with crooked stitches, messy threads, and many traces of repeated disassembly, probably mended many times.

The lights illuminated Jing Yan's face. He has a very restrained personality, and he rarely shows any other emotions on his face. At this time, he asked lightly: "What's the matter? I can't learn to sew again. "

Qiao Yu looked up at him, he took the needle and thread from Xin Xin, thought about how to mend the clothes all the way back, and then showed his skills in front of Jing Yan, sewing the clothes beautifully.It's a pity that he died before leaving the teacher, and was discovered the first time he practiced.

He felt that he was right, but he was still afraid, and he explained dryly, "I think, first practice with your own clothes, and when you finish your practice today, you can sew up your highness's broken clothes tomorrow." Already!"

Qiao Yu's eyes shone with fragments of light, reflecting Jing Yan's appearance.

Jing Yan turned around, sat on the edge of the bed, and rubbed the back of his head, feeling the soft long hair in his palm.

Children are always like this, they come up with ideas as soon as they come up, and they never know restraint and patience.

But this is also the incomparable cuteness of Qiao Yu.

Jing Yan gently pulled his long hair behind his ears, and said with a half-smile: "I never thought that Xiaoyu would be so virtuous."

Qiao Yu's eyes widened, and he grabbed the little tiger beside him, pretending to straighten his chest, and retorted unconvinced, "Boy, how can a man be called virtuous! If he is smart and capable!"

It's a pity, that little tiger is also cute, not fierce or scary at all.

After finishing speaking, she seemed to have the motivation again, and wanted to take the needle and thread back from Jing Yan's hands.

Jing Yan nodded helplessly, smiled without saying a word, and forcefully stuffed Qiao Yu's cold hands into the quilt without moving.

He had already coaxed Qiao Yu into a happy mood, but finally it was time to teach him a lesson, "Hiding under the covers at night and sewing, even the lanterns were covered up, and there was no light. At such an old age, I wanted to go blind eye?"

Qiao Yu shrank back intimidated by him, "Here, how could you be blind?"

"Why not?"

Jing Yan rubbed the back of his head, the palm of his hand was full of soft long hair, and continued: "Why not? I used to go out of the palace, and I saw many old poor scholars, and embroiderers, all with squinted eyes Yes, because their eyesight is bad, they can’t even see the road clearly, and everything they see is blurry. They all used their eyes too much at night when they were young, and that’s what happens when they’re old.”

He pulled Qiao Yu into his arms and opened his eyelids. There were red and bloodshot eyes inside, and he was extremely delicate, "It's not like you don't feel dry eyes, it's more uncomfortable than usual. Don't do this again in the future. If you want to What to do, tell me first, okay?"

Qiao Yu was so frightened that he shivered, fearing that she would become blind in the future, how could she dare to use her own eyes as a gamble, she silently shrank back under the blanket, closed her eyes tightly, and rested.

Jing Yan smiled, pulled back the corner of the quilt, put the clothes on the chair aside, took the lantern away, and put it on the suspended wooden stand.

With the light burning slightly, Jing Yan walked to the door, closed the door, and said softly, "Go to bed early."

Although the desire to give the prince a surprise has been shattered, Qiao Yu obviously hasn't given up practicing sewing and mending clothes. There are not enough samples sent by the Department of Dian. .In the next few days, as long as he came back from the imperial dining room, Qiao Yu would find a place with the best sunlight and start practicing on his own clothes again.

His hands and feet are clumsy, and he even forgot how to move his fingers while holding the needle and thread. He was poked many times, and every time he poked his finger, he licked it with his tongue, and the tears in his eyes increased, but he still pursed his lips. With tears in his eyes, he continued to poke down cautiously.It's a pity that Qiao Yu really doesn't have any talent, and the stitches will be tattered and crooked, which is completely different from the stitches taught by Xinxin that can't be seen at a glance.But Qiao Yu boasted again 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 from the corner of his eye, he didn't know how a person could have so many tears, but he only made himself feel cute, and never found it troublesome.

But after a while, he still put away the book, walked over and asked, "What's the matter, isn't it sewn up?"

Qiao Yu pulled the clothes to her side, not allowing Jing Yan to look at them again, and later realized that the other party had actually seen them, so she had to tell the truth, "Xingxin, please tell me that you have to sew clothes until others can't see the stitches, but I, I can't help it, I sewed it, it's obvious..."

Sew so that the stitches cannot be seen, that's something a skilled embroiderer can do, or at least someone who has been acquainted with needlework for a while, and that's what Qiao Yu can do in two days like this?

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

He took Qiao Yu's hand, walked into the room, dipped a pen in bright red paint, and drew a small flower in full bloom on the blue stone brick with three or two strokes, "Just sew this. It's beautiful and suitable for us." Xiaoyu."

Qiao Yu was a little hesitant. Although the flower was simple to draw, it must be very complicated to embroider with a needle.He can't sew a thread well, let alone a flower?However, after hesitating for a while, he bravely accepted it, not wanting to disappoint the prince, so he sewed confidently.

Jing Yan was holding a white porcelain cup filled with clear water and floating dandelions dried in summer, watching Qiao Yu clumsily threading needles and threads, starting from the opening, and it took a long time to embroider one flower, which took up half of the sleeve The "little" flowers.

Qiao Yu looked left and right, full of satisfaction, felt that the flower was embroidered very beautifully, at least it could be seen, so she eagerly sent it to Jing Yan, really wanting to be praised, but forced to hold back her mood, and turned her head to the side. Her head was red from the corners of her eyes to her cheeks, and she asked, "Your Highness, isn't it pretty?"

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

This sentence filled Qiao Yu with joy. He was a pampered child, and he had never seen any embroiderers since he was a child. The first time he saw someone else mending clothes was at Xin Xin's last time. The contrast with what he sewed was stark.And since the patterns were incomparable, he just thought he was great.

After receiving the praise, Qiao Yu felt that she had found a good solution, and was anxious to sew clothes for Jing Yan.He found a blue brick by himself, and eagerly wanted to draw a pattern worthy of the prince. After thinking about it, he thought of the golden dragon embroidered on Jing Yan's clothes.

The five-clawed golden dragon is a symbol of the emperor's honor, and it is usually out of reach. Qiao Yu thought for a while, grabbed the corner of Jing Yan's clothes, and asked a little embarrassedly: "Your Highness, how did you draw the dragon?"

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

He was still a small ball, not too big, but he said very seriously: "Your Highness, I want to draw and sew it myself, and then I will give it to you."

Qiao Yu wanted to dedicate all of his heart to the other party, which was why he wanted to do this from the very beginning.

Jing Yan was stunned, smiled, and described the appearance of the golden dragon with him, Qiao Yu nodded his head like a chicken pecking rice, remembering everything in his heart, changed the yellow paint, and drew a five-clawed golden dragon.

After finishing the painting, he always felt that something was missing, propped his round chin, tilted his head and thought for a while, took advantage of Jing Yan not paying attention, secretly washed the brush, imitated the flower just now, and drew The flowers were placed on Jinlong's head exactly the same.

As soon as she put down her pen, Qiao Yu ran away holding Brick and Jing Yan's coat, not allowing Jing Yan to watch her embroider, tossing and tossing until it was almost dark before returning with the clothes.

Jing Yan heard the noise, put the wood carving aside, covered it with bricks, and waved to Qiao Yu, "Xiaoyu, come here."

Qiao Yu rubbed his eyes, stood on tiptoe, and handed the clothes to Jing Yan. He was a little shy, because the crown prince always treated him well, but he had nothing to give. , and was afraid that his prince would not like it.

Jing Yan lowered his head, smiling at the corners of his eyes and brows, and praised softly: "Xiaoyu embroidered so beautifully and with care."

It was a little black dragon with red flowers on its head. It was black from head to tail, its body was crooked, its claws were about half the size of its body, it looked like some kind of monster.

But in Jing Yan's eyes, she is extremely cute.He took off his coat, picked up the one in Qiao Yu's hand and put it on, brushing the sleeves carefully with his palm.

Qiao Yu received the compliment, her snow-white cheeks flushed with joy, and she pretended to say, "There are only three colors of red, white and black threads, so you can only embroider in black, so the embroidery is not good, not very good. If there is gold Line, it must be very similar."

In the end, Qiao Yu still couldn't hold back, and raised his head, his eyes were full of bloodshot eyes. Compared with the past, there was no water at all. It seemed that even his bright black eyes were gray. To praise, "Your Highness, am I very capable!"

So Qiao Yu, who was very capable, had her needle and thread confiscated, and wrote a guarantee letter pitifully, promising never to touch it again.

After a few more days, Qiao Yu, who was dejected and crying for a long time, finally realized that the needle and thread he was thinking about might not come back.However, Tong Yixin complained that the prince deprived him of happiness, but found that Yixin was much busier than usual today, and he didn't even have time to take care of himself.

Qiao Yu looked around and asked curiously, "Where did Liuyu go? Why isn't he here?"