He's Super Sticky

Ready for a wedding dress?

The doubt on Bai Chen's face was so obvious that Biqing saw it at a glance. She froze for a moment, and a thought flashed through her mind.

"Young master, don't you know?" Biqing has been here for many days, and occasionally went out to do laundry and have conversations with people in the village. Naturally, she has some understanding of Bai Chen's past.

At this moment, she only thought that the Ruan family had oppressed and exploited Bai Chen too much, so that he didn't know much about it now.

Biqing was a little distressed, and explained to Bai Chen carefully and patiently.

"This is a custom in our country of Shu. Whether it is a brother or a girl, when you get married, you need to sew the wedding dress by yourself. It represents a happy and happy married life in the future. It is said that the more beautiful the wedding dress is embroidered , the life after marriage will be more harmonious, the husband and wife are loving and loving, and have more children. And the husband's family also looks at the wedding dress to distinguish whether the daughter-in-law here is skillful and hardworking." Biqing said.

Bai Chen tilted her head slightly.

Hearing Biqing's words, he also extracted the information about the marriage from the original owner's memory.

However, the countryside is not so particular. Most of them are embroidered with a beautiful red hijab. Farmers are more economical, and the red cloth used for marriage is also more expensive, and it is almost impossible to wear it except on the wedding day, so the wedding dress Generally, you buy cotton cloth in the color you like, embroider a few beautiful patterns on it, and use it as a wedding dress, and you can wear it again when you visit relatives in the future, and you can wear it again during festivals.

The relationship between Bai Chen and Zhao Yan does not need these foreign customs to prove, but since he is in the countryside, he doesn't mind following the customs.

And this kind of symbolizes the beautiful meaning between the two, Bai Chen is even more joyful, and treats her very seriously.

He asked Biqing enthusiastically, "Can you teach me how to make a wedding dress?"

Bi Qing smiled, "Of course."

Bai Chen immediately put down the medicinal materials that were waiting to be processed, and went to look for needlework and hand-practicing cloth with Biqing.

Biqing started by teaching tailoring. Bai Chen is a novice in this field, but he is serious. Although his talent in this field is very poor, according to the template given by Biqing, when it gets dark, he is finally a Able to cut out a complete piece of fabric.

When Zhao Yan appeared at night, Bai Chen happily showed Zhao Yan the fabric he had cut, and said in a tone of showing off and asking for praise: "Look, I can cut clothes, and I will let Biqing teach it tomorrow. I do needlework, and I will make you a dress in the future."

His eyes were shining, and he looked at Zhao Yan expectantly.

Zhao Yan looked at it with a slight smile, his heart was soft and full, no gaps were filled by Bai Chen's smile and acting like a baby.

He stretched out his arms to embrace Bai Chen, but did not stop Bai Chen's enthusiasm, following Bai Chen's intention, he said: "Baby is really amazing, the clothes made by baby must be the most beautiful clothes in the world."

Bai Chen raised her head proudly, and took a bite on Zhao Yan's chin: "Of course."

"However, baby, be careful, the needle is so thin, you must hold it well, don't hurt yourself, if you hurt yourself, the husband will be angry and unhappy." Zhao Yan pinched Bai Chen and now she has been raised more delicately palm, pinched his fingers, and exhorted.

Bai Chen nodded and obediently complied.

The next day, Bai Chen, who was full of confidence, picked up the needle and began to thread the needle under Biqing's teaching.

Biqing's hands are very skillful, the needle and thread are extremely docile in her hand, just like her other hand, pointing to where to sew, but after Bai Chen got the needle, she turned away from her previous high-spirited, He who has never lost in dancing with swords on weekdays, is now defeated miserably by a small embroidery needle.

Either the end of the thread was tangled up in a lump, or he accidentally pricked his finger, and the stitches he sewed were crooked, not at all as good-looking as the fine and smooth stitches on Biqing's hands.

Bai Chen frowned tightly, looking at the fabric and needlework in his hands like an enemy, with a serious attitude and a little unwillingness to admit defeat.

"hiss"

The pulp of the index finger was accidentally pierced by the needle, Bai Chen's face was instantly tangled up, and he put his finger in his mouth, licking and sucking, a little angry and pitiful.

Biqing on the side felt distressed seeing Bai Chen like this. This is not the first time Bai Chen has pricked her finger. One morning, after the two of them sat in the room and began to take needles and threads, the sound never stopped. .

Bi Qing put down the needle and thread in her hand, pulled Bai Chen's hand, and watched the pad of the index finger turn red, covered with dense pinholes, faintly thin threads of blood gushed out from it.

"Master, let's learn another day. I'll get some ointment for you to apply." Biqing's brows were frowned, and she quickly stood up from the stool and went to Zhuo Lang in the yard to get a bottle of ointment.

When Zhuo Langzhong heard that Bai Chen's hand was stabbed because he was learning needlework, although he was a little puzzled, he still gave Biqing the best wound medicine.

Bi Qing didn't notice the weird expression on Zhuo Langzhong's face, and after taking the wound medicine, she ran back quickly to apply the medicine to Bai Chen.

As a result, as soon as she ran back, Biqing saw Bai Chen holding the needle and thread and drawing air while sewing clothes. She immediately put on a small face, stepped forward, and snatched the needle and thread from Bai Chen's hand: "Young master is hurting!" After that, why are you still busy with needlework?"

Bai Chen wasn't angry either, Biqing was doing it for his own good: "I think I can do well."

Bai Chen defended himself.

Bi Qing sighed, took Bai Chen's finger to apply the wound medicine, and said: "Needlework cannot be learned overnight, the young master shouldn't be so disregarding his body, not to mention that if his hand is injured, he can't hold it another day." Needle, even Mr. Zhao will feel distressed when he sees it."

I don't know which words convinced Bai Chen, but after that, Bai Chen did not pick up the needle and thread again, but moved the stool to Bi Qing's side, watched Bi Qing's embroidery carefully, and Bi Qing patiently explained one by one .

When Zhao Yan appeared at night, he found the pinhole on Bai Chen's fingertips. He felt distressed and angry at the same time: "I didn't promise to do well yesterday, why did I get hurt like this today?"

He was so distressed, he held Bai Chen's fingers and blew, trying to blow away the pain on Bai Chen's hand.

Bai Chen felt a little guilty: "That's right, I wasn't careful."

Zhao Yan hugged Bai Chen and looked at him seriously: "You are not allowed to touch needles and threads from now on."

Bai Chen was in a hurry: "I said I would make clothes for you."

"And that's assuming you don't hurt yourself."

"But I'm a novice."

Zhao Yan stared at Bai Chen: "Anyway, it's not allowed, you see your fingers are swollen."

Bai Chen coquettishly crawled onto Zhao Yan's body, pressed a moist kiss on Zhao Yan's lips, and rubbed her coquettishly in Zhao Yan's arms: "Don't kill me, your fingers hurt very quickly. It will be fine, I will be careful in the future, I want to make clothes for you, and I also want to make a wedding dress myself."

Zhao Yan was almost bewildered by Bai Chen and responded immediately, but he got rid of Bai Chen's temptation in time, and tried his best to maintain his serious face: "No, you are not allowed to touch it in the future, my clothes can be directly suppressed. You can buy it online, and I have already ordered your wedding dress to be customized."

Bai Chen puffed up her face a little angrily: "Why are you like this, all brothers in this world make their own wedding dresses, and I just want to make a dress for you, I haven't made clothes for you yet. He climbed down from Zhao Yan's body, turned around and didn't look at Zhao Yan: "You are angry with me, I am angry, and I am very sad now."

A small mouth is also pursed high, almost enough to hang an oil bottle, pitifully tight.

Zhao Yan leaned over and looked at Bai Chen, who had his back turned to him. Seeing Bai Chen's aggrieved appearance, his heart suddenly softened. He sighed, and first gave in: "It's my fault, I shouldn't be so cruel. Baby, baby, don't be unhappy, okay?"

Bai Chen pouted and said nothing.

Zhao Yan had no choice but to hug Bai Chen: "If you want to touch needlework again, baby, you should wait until the injury on your hand is healed, but next time you hurt yourself like this, then you must never touch it again."

With permission, Bai Chen immediately smiled, and coquettishly rubbed against Zhao Yan's arms.

Zhao Yan rubbed Bai Chen's head: "Little villain, now you know how to blow me up, and you know that I don't want to."

Two days later, under Bi Qing's strict scrutiny, Bai Chen's fingers finally fully healed, and he was allowed to touch the needle and thread.

It's just that he probably has no talent in needlework, and even the value is negative, but after a while, he got a few more needle holes in his hand.

Bi Qing, who had been seriously instructed by Zhao Yan, immediately took the needle and thread from Bai Chen's hand, and did not allow Bai Chen to touch it again.

It was the first time that Bai Chen encountered such an insurmountable problem as himself, and he refused to admit defeat. He wanted to continue, but was severely stopped by Bi Qing. The two were bargaining, and there was a lively noise outside the house.

Then the closed courtyard door was knocked.

Zhuo Langzhong changed into a new cyan long gown, he was neatly organized, and walked out of the room radiantly. When Biqing saw it, he suddenly recovered from the needlework teaching and remembered what day it was today. Ignoring Bai Chen who was at the side, he stuffed the things in his hand into the basket at the side, dragged Bai Chen back to the room, told Bai Chen not to come out if no one called him, then closed the door, and walked again. On his legs, he ran over to help Zhuo Langzhong sit down in the yard, then straightened his clothes, and walked over to open the courtyard door.

As soon as the door was opened, one could see Zhao Yan's handsome face, and behind him were several mahogany boxes of carts, all of which were tied with bright red silk and satin, even the horses pulling the carts were tied with red silk. Wearing big red flowers, uniformly dressed servants stood beside the cart, with beaming smiles on their faces.

On both sides of this battle, there are many villagers watching the excitement. Most of them go to work in the fields or on the mountains, and they still carry farm tools on their shoulders. At this moment, they all stop and look at Zhao Yan. There were also excited discussions about the mahogany box on the cart, and not far away, many villagers who heard the noise and came to see the excitement were rushing here.

Ruan Ama was wearing a festive red dress and a big red flower on her head. She cheerfully distributed candies to the surrounding villagers and children, saying festive and auspicious words on her lips. With words of blessing.

Seeing the door opened, Ah Ruan handed the candy to a servant beside him to continue distributing, while she raised her hand to fix the big red flower on the top of her head, and walked forward quickly, "Magpie head Call, Xi is from the Zhao family, are you here? Zhao Langjun is here to propose marriage!"