"How can you see the needle threading in such dim light? It's not threading anymore, it's not threading anymore."
After Xianghua stood up from the sacrifice table, Lu Wushuang threw away the seven-hole needle and colorful silk thread in his hand, stood up, and shouted impatiently.
"Hahaha."
Bei Tangye, who was standing a few steps away, saw Lu Wushuang getting angry because he couldn't insert the needle, and he couldn't help laughing out loud. No wonder she had been making excuses just now, not wanting to stay in Prince Qi's Mansion to test the needle.
Needles, it turns out, can't be done at all.
"Shuang girl, I never imagined that your hands are so skillful. Even a grown man like me, kneeling in front of the sacrifice table, can at least put colorful silk thread through one or two pinholes, but you can't even pass a pinhole."
It's really eye-opening." Bei Tangye grinned and said ironically.
"Stop bragging. If it's true that you can put colorful silk thread through two needle holes, I will follow you and change my surname to Beitang today." Lu Wushuang glared at Beitang Ye and said unconvinced. The seven-hole needle
The needle hole is smaller than that of an ordinary embroidery needle, but the colorful silk thread has two more strands than the usual silk thread. The usual silk thread is made of three small strands twisted into one, which greatly increases the number of threads.
The difficulty of threading a needle.
"This is what you said. If I really go through two pinholes today, you are not allowed to lie, and you have to bear my surname Beitang." Beitang Ye was extremely happy, just thinking about others calling him Lu
Wu Shuang was Mrs. Beitang, and he was extremely excited.
"You will definitely take advantage." Lu Wushuang threw a look of contempt at Bei Tangye.
"Are you scared?" Beitang Ye said excitedly.
"As a gentleman says, four horses are hard to catch. However, you have to set a time. The time is limited to one stick of incense."
Bei Tangye was thick-skinned, and Lu Wushuang was not stupid either. She said so confidently, but in her heart she was thinking that she was a woman, not a gentleman, so it didn't matter even if she lost.
"Okay, just as long as one stick of incense."
"Then let's get started."
After she finished speaking, Lu Wushuang personally took a piece of incense, lit it, and inserted it into the incense burner. She picked up the incense burner and walked around the ventilation pavilion. Finally, she placed the incense burner where the wind was strongest to shorten the burning time of the incense.
Bei Tangye, on the other hand, was so focused on threading the needle that he had no time to pay attention to these things. However, when Vanilla stood aside, when she saw Lu Wushuang's actions, she covered her mouth and suppressed laughter.
"Damn, why is this colorful silk thread so difficult to pass through?" Bei Tangye knelt on the cushions of the sacrifice table, staring at the pinhole motionlessly, holding a seven-hole needle in one hand and a colorful thread in the other, wearing it seriously
, but the result was a huge disappointment.
"Time's up."
After Beitangye failed one hundred and eight times, Lu Wushuang shouted loudly.
"Why did the time come so quickly?" Bei Tangye put down the needle and thread in his hand in disappointment.
"Bei Tangye, I thought you were so capable. You are no match for me. You couldn't pass through even a pinhole." The tide had turned, and now it was Lu Wushuang's turn to laugh at Bei Tangye.
"I'm a man, so it's not surprising that I can't pass through." Bei Tangye looked embarrassed and defended himself.
"If you're stupid, you're stupid. How can you tell the difference between men and women?" Lu Wushuang, with a smile on his face, seized this rare opportunity to mock Beitang Ye.
Bei Tangye's face turned red with embarrassment. Suddenly, he glanced at the location of the incense burner from the corner of his eyes, and he suddenly realized. No wonder he felt that time for a stick of incense passed so quickly just now?
He curled his lips and smiled helplessly, secretly saying: "What a cunning little fox."