"I promised you that I would eat those fruits in another way, and now I finally did what I said." Bei Tangye also poured himself a glass of wine, raised his glass and touched it with Lu Wushuang, who raised his head
Drink all the wine in one gulp.
At this time, he was surrounded by happiness, and even the air around him smelled sweet.
The breeze blows, and the willow branches rise above the moon.
After we had had enough wine and food, the night got darker and the stars filled the entire night sky.
The clear moonlight reflected the wind pavilion like water, and unknown little insects sang softly in the grass beside the pavilion.
"It's getting so late, I should go back." Lu Wushuang stood up and said goodbye.
"Wait a minute." Bei Tangye also stood up and quickly left someone behind.
Lu Wushuang raised his eyebrows and looked at Bei Tangye in confusion, wondering what he was doing to keep her here?
"Today is the Chinese Valentine's Day. There is a custom in Beitiao Country that both women and girls who have not left the palace must go to the Cailou to look at the moon and thread needles in the wind."
As soon as Bei Tangye finished speaking, he clapped his hands, and several servants immediately boarded the ventilation pavilion, quickly removed the banquet in the ventilation pavilion, and then placed incense burners and sacrifices on the table. Of course, for
The seven-hole needle and colorful silk thread of the Moon Threading Needle are naturally indispensable.
Seeing this, Lu Wushuang's hair was covered with black threads. She had lived for two lives. She had never even held an embroidery needle since she was a child. Now she was asked to thread the needle in front of the moon and the night wind in this dark night without electric lights.
, isn’t this deliberately trying to embarrass her?
"Beitang Ye, I appreciate your kindness. The Prime Minister's Office has prepared all the things you prepared for begging. I think I'd better go back to the Prime Minister's Office to thread the needle on the moon." She didn't want to be in Beitang.
Ye stood in front of the needle and made him laugh.
"Shuang girl, please don't lie to me. How could that mean woman Liu Furong prepare these for you? However, you don't have to be sad. I will prepare begging things for you every Chinese Valentine's Day in the future.
As long as people come, it will be fine." Bei Tangye said enthusiastically. In his knowledge, there is no woman who can't pull the needle and thread. Take his mother as an example. Although she is the queen mother of a country, she has a pair of skillful embroidery hands.
The patterns produced can almost achieve the effect of being fake and real.
"But……"
"Don't worry, hurry up and thread your thread and pray. After praying, I will take you back to the Prime Minister's Mansion." Beitang Ye looked at Lu Wushuang tenderly with his black eyes, and said with a gentle smile.
"This kind of begging requires a lot of people, so why not call Vanilla here too." Lu Wushuang, who couldn't hide, had no choice but to pull Vanilla over to delay some time.
"Okay, it's up to you." Bei Tangye walked to the side of the wind pavilion, where several waiting servants were standing below. He gave an order, and someone immediately rushed to invite fragrant flowers.
The night is charming and fireflies are flying.
Lu Wushuang and Xianghua knelt on the cushions in front of the sacrificial table, burning incense and praying. Bei Tangye stood a few steps away, with the moonlight pouring in, and his black pupils shining brilliantly in the night, making his whole person more mysterious and evil.
After praying, Lu Wushuang and Xianghua took the seven-hole needle and colorful silk thread from the table and began to thread the needle against the wind and the moon.
The ingenious Vanilla was used to needlework, and she quickly put the colorful silk thread in her hand through the tiny needle eye. But Lu Wushuang on the side was clumsy. After a long time, the colorful silk thread just missed the tiny needle eye.
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In less than a cup of tea, the dexterous Vanilla had passed the colorful silk thread through all the holes on the seven-hole needle, but Lu Wushuang could not pass through even one hole. She was so nervous that she was sweating profusely.