Not just enough, it was simply too much. She was in a good mood and said, "Zhulan, can you weave straw baskets?"
Uh--? What's going on? Zhulan was slightly startled, with a look of doubt on her face, "If I tell you, Zhulan doesn't know how to do it."
Feng Ning pulled her to sit on the lawn together, handed her half a handful of wicker sticks, and said, "I'll teach you."
There is something different about Concubine Ning today, Zhulan thought to herself, but it was not something she disliked. She took the wicker and smiled involuntarily, "Yes, please give me some advice."
I learned how to weave straw baskets when I was studying and going on outings in my previous life. My classmates would gather around to weave straw baskets, and then pick many wild flowers and put them in the baskets. While immersed in memories, I broke off the wickers. After I had a basket stand, I took them
Wrap the willow sticks around the branches, and finally wrap the lifting strips around it. It is completed. Look at your results with satisfaction, and then look at the bamboo orchid. People in ancient times are ingenious. If they see it once, they will learn it.
You have a good look, girls really love to play.
"Your Majesty, I've made it up." Zhulan smiled happily, showing a childlike innocence that you would never see in normal times.
Feng Ning accepted her work, and finally nodded with a smile, "That's good, little girl. You did it so well for the first time."
Zhulan lowered her head in embarrassment and whispered back, "Thank you for your compliment."
"Okay, the straw basket is finished, and the next step is to pick flowers." Standing up, Feng Ning gave a rare bright smile, like the warmth of March, Zhu Lan was stunned for a moment, and then stood up, "My queen, I want to
Whatever flowers you want to pick, you can just go and pick them."
He praised the ancient people for their ingenuity, and this time it proved the strong concern between superiority and inferiority. He shook his head helplessly, leaned over and picked a wild chrysanthemum, "I don't want you to wait on me, just come with me to pick it."
Show her the pattern of picking, "pick this kind of beautiful and plump one."
"May I ask your Majesty what the flowers are for?"
She met Zhulan's questioning eyes with side eyes and said with a smile: "Make tea."
Although she didn't understand why the empress was in a good mood today, as a slave, she couldn't ask too many questions. She pursed her lips and smiled, then bent down and picked flowers like the empress.
About a quarter of an hour later, Feng Ning smelled the fragrance of the basket full of chrysanthemums, cluttered her head with satisfaction, and said to the bamboo orchids that were still being picked: "Bamboo orchids, it's ready. If you continue to pick them, they will have no descendants."
Uh--? Zhulan couldn't help laughing when she heard this, "Haha--, my dear, please forgive me, I've lost my composure."
Feng Ning lowered her eyes and took care of the chrysanthemums in the straw basket. The wind picked up the purple clothes around her waist and fluttered slightly, and a strand of black hair caressed her face. "I have never deprived you of the right to laugh, so why should I be so impolite?"
Zhulan felt warm in her heart. No wonder His Majesty loves the empress. The empress is indeed special. "Empress, let's go back to the palace and teach the slaves how to make tea with chrysanthemums."
The nirvana-white gauze skirt is filled with the fragrance of flowers. The gentle autumn wind passes by, and a few chrysanthemum leaves are melodious.
Stepping on the flower path, basking in the warm sun, and coming to this world, there are only a handful of days when I feel so comfortable. It is rare. The days in Yuweishan are happy, but also inexplicably melancholy. After all, I am not a god.
People can accept the impact of this huge change all at once.
With a slight step, Zhulan was about to go down the steps when she met Lin Yun's approaching figure. Zhulan immediately suppressed the smile on her face and revealed a trace of fear.