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Rong Xiu looked into Jiang Li's eyes, eye-shaped and charming, smiling, not reaching the bottom of his eyes.

The pupils were pitch black, so black that they were frighteningly cold.

Thinking of her abnormal habit of burning paintings, Rong Xiu gave up buying her art.

Eyes fell on her slender, white hand, "Have you honestly, how long have you not touched a needle?"

Jiang Li raised his eyebrows slightly, propped his face, and recalled casually, "Ah, it's been more than a year."

More than a year...

Rong Xiu changed his face on the spot, his hand holding the spoon tense, thinking about how to remedy Jiang Li's vacancy during this time.

Finally tapped his fingers on the table, "Today you must stay here for a day and practice hard!"

I haven't touched it for so long, and I don't know how unfamiliar it is!

Such a great talent!

how come! Such a waste!

Jiang Li made a noise.

After breakfast.

Rong Xiu took Jiang Li to her embroidery room.

Pushing open the door, a huge embroidered landscape painting in front of him broke into the field of vision.

The composition is magnificent, the needle pen is magnificent, and the scenery is patchy. It is an invaluable work of art.

-This is Rong Xun's work for the title of God.

The embroidery room is full of various tools for embroidery.

Rong Xiu crossed the threshold and walked in, "Practice hard here today, no one will disturb you."

"Oh." Jiang Li replied lazily with his hands in his pockets.

A servant suddenly walked in and saluted respectfully, "Old lady, those students have arrived."

Rong Xiu is going to interview several students applying for the embroidery training class of Beijing University today.

She has always been rigorous and rigorous in teaching embroidery, whether she is recruiting new students or apprentices, she has done it personally.

At this moment, she heard the report from the next person, and she said: "Take them to my study first."

"Yes." The subordinate turned and left.

Rong Xiu walked a few steps inside, took a few simple and old books from the table, and handed them to Jiang Li, "This is my new ancient book. Look, I'll meet those students."

Jiang Li nodded.

Rong Xiu exhorted her a few more words before leaving without closing the door for her.

Jiang Li walked by the fixed wooden frame unhurriedly, drew his beautiful fingertips across the edge, and went inside.

There is a special place for her, which Rong Xiu has kept.

She sat down, raised Erlang's legs, clicked her fingers on the white brocade, and looked around the embroidery room, with a careless bandit in every movement.

Then he reached out and took the tools from the small bamboo basket next to him.

***

Rongfu is an antique house-style building.

Pavilions, terraces and pavilions, mountains and rivers depend on each other, and nine-curved corridors.

Just as Rong Xiu walked down the corridor, one of the servants hurried over and said respectfully: "Old Madam, Madam Yu is bringing Ms. Yu to visit you."

Rong Xiu twisted his eyebrows, his expression as cold as frost, "No."

Dropping the two words, she walked straight ahead with her hands.

***

lobby.

There was a reel next to Yu Ruoqi, a little nervous, and she kept looking in the direction of the entrance of the front hall.

Mrs. Yu's cup of tea was about to bottom out, and she couldn't help but squeeze the corner of the sandalwood table tightly before she waited for someone.

"Mom, Master Rong never cheats for personal gains. Is it really okay for us to come to her like this?" Yu Ruoqi looked at her embroidery reel nervously.

Madam Yu frowned, "There is no other way, I will see Master Rong later, remember to behave well."

Yu Ruoqi nodded, her gaze fell on the pile of gifts, "We have brought so many gifts, Master Rong does not look at the face of the monk but also the face of the Buddha."

The sentence of reaching out and not hitting the smiley person is appropriate everywhere.

Rong Xiu is the instructor of the Beijing University Embroidery Training Class.

Madam Yu is quite talented in embroidery, she is a student of Rong Xuan's training class, but her little talent is not enough to make Rong Xuan look different.

After graduation, Mrs. Yu joined the Embroidery Association.

However, Rong Xiu stayed simple and rarely appeared inside the association, and Madam Yu had never seen Rong Xiu a few times.

With a work, Yu Ruoqi was admitted to Rong Xiu's seminar and boasted that she would become Rong Xiu's direct disciple in Haikou.

As a result, none of the works and thesis have been successfully published. At the moment, it is a question of whether I can successfully graduate from the seminar.

In recent years, Yu Ruoqi has gained the limelight among the famous ladies in Beijing in the name of Rong Xiu's student.

If she can't graduate, let alone her face, even the Yu family will have to suffer all the ridicule.

Madam Yu had to bring Yu Ruoqi to Rong Xiu.

At this time, a figure appeared at the entrance of the front hall.

Mrs. Yu stood up immediately, and her eyes were stunned when she saw the servant.

The next person walked in and said politely: "Sorry, my old lady doesn't want to see you two, please go back."

Upon hearing this, Madam Yu suddenly squeezed her fingers, she was mentally prepared before coming, Master Rong was not easy to pass this level.

However, she did not expect that she would not even be able to see Master Rong.

After being notified by the next person, he withdrew.

Madam Yu and Yu Ruoqi stood there stiffly.

As soon as the person left, Yu Ruoqi looked at Mrs. Yu anxiously, "Mom, what should I do now?"

She must not be forced to postpone her graduation!

Madam Yu's face was ugly, she glared at Yu Ruoqi with hatred of iron and steel, and opened her mouth. She wanted to reprimand her, but she felt a waste of her tongue.

The most important thing right now is to solve the problem.

But what else can she think of now?

Madam Yu pursed her lips, her heart was as impatient as an ant on a hot pot, she looked at the direction of the door, and a bold decision emerged in her mind.

She looked at Yu Ruoqi, "You come with me."

***

The embroidery room is here.

Jiang Li's fingertips are like cigarettes, with needles in between, and his white and thin wrists are randomly placed on the edge of the embroidery stretch.

Fingers pinched the sketch just drawn.

At this time, there was a burst of whispering voices outside.

The sound is extremely low and there is still some distance.

Jiang Li has a keen hearing, but he can hear clearly.

"Mom, if we just broke in like this, wouldn't we really anger Master Rong?" Yu Ruoqi worried. If we can't graduate, we can offend Master Rong...

"Do you think I am willing? If you are arguing, why should I take this risk?" Madam Yu's voice was cold, "It's just a graduation work, so difficult?"

Yu Ruoqi retorted unwillingly, “I’m better than Jiang Li no matter how hard I am. The embroidery we learned together when we were young, I was admitted to Master Rong’s training class, and Jiang Lijin couldn’t even get in.”

"Compare you with someone like Jiang Li?" Madam Yu curled her eyebrows and sternly reprimanded, "You will remember for me, she doesn't even deserve her name to be with you."

Seeing that Mrs. Yu was really angry, Yu Ruoqi confessed her mistake in a low voice, "I see."

In the embroidery room, Jiang Li tilted his head and looked at the embroidery sketch in his hand.

Madam Yu didn't want to put too much pressure on her at this time, so she eased her tone, "Well, I will see Master Rong later, I hope she can open the Internet and let you graduate smoothly."

When the words were over, Mrs. Yu had already walked to the door of the embroidery room.

As soon as I turned my head, I saw the person mentioned in their words, sitting in the embroidery room.

She was stunned at the door, her face blank.