Xiaoxiao looked at it casually and was about to give the brocade handkerchief to Yun Xi, but Yun Xi didn't reach out to take it. She just looked at her with a smile and said, "Sister, if you touch this brocade carefully, you won't know.
Is it good to use this to make a child’s bellyband?”
The friendlier Yun Xi smiled, the weirder Xiaoxiao felt. It wasn't that she was suspicious, but that what Yun Xi did was too puzzling.
Even if I beat her to death, she wouldn't believe that Yun Xi had really become so good.
Although I don’t know what she wants to do, if she wants to act, then she will accompany her to the end. She can be hypocritical, and so can I. Just look at the two of them, who is more hypocritical?
"good."
Unfolding the brocade handkerchief, Xiaoxiao stretched out her fingers and stroked the brocade handkerchief gently. Suddenly, she felt pain on her fingertips, and drops of bright red blood fell on the snow-white brocade handkerchief.
Yun Xi immediately exclaimed, took the brocade handkerchief into her hand, looked at the bright red blood stains on the handkerchief, and said in a deep voice, "This silk is not good. My sister just touched it and actually pricked your finger. Sister, you
Are you okay?"
She raised her head, with a hint of concern in her eyes.
Xiaoxiao frowned, looked down at the fingertips that were still bleeding, and shook her head gently, "It's okay, it's just that the finger was pricked. Yun Xi, what kind of brocade is that? How could you pierce someone's finger?"
Puncture?"
Xiaoxiao raised her head, her eyes filled with confusion.
Yun Xi smiled and put the brocade handkerchief in her clothes, "Sister Princess, I have been using this brocade handkerchief well. Maybe your skin is too delicate."
"Since my sister also likes this peony pattern, Yun Xi will embroider it according to the pattern of this brocade handkerchief. Yun Xi has some things to do, so she will leave first."
After saying that, he stood up, gave Xiaoxiao a slight blessing, then turned and left.
Watching her leaving figure, Xiaoxiao thought thoughtfully for a while, looked down at her fingers, and felt that there seemed to be something weird in it, but she didn't know where the weirdness was.
After a while, Xue Mo came gracefully like a god descending to the world.
He changed into a smoky blue robe, and tied a soft silver belt around his waist. It was tied loosely. The hanging silver ribbon was gently blown by the wind, carrying with it the faint fragrance of lotus on his body.