Xian Zijian shook her head, hesitated, and said softly: "My sister is talented and smart, but Zijian is too stupid. Zijian doesn't know anything about music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. She only knows a few words and understands some music. She usually helps in the shop."
I embroidered some patterns on it to make the princess laugh."
Princess Xuan returned the scroll to Xian Zijian and asked casually: "Where do you plan to embroider this pattern?"
"It's embroidered on a gray cloak in my sister's wedding dress." Xian Ziqian answered, took the scroll, put it on the stone table with hesitation, and bit her lip, "The peony pattern is bright in color, so I chose a plain color.
It’s beautiful, as the princess said, peonies are inherently rich and noble, so if you embroider them, it’s best to show them off.”
Princess Xuan nodded, took a sip from the tea cup, and then put it down. The slave who had just left immediately walked in and refilled the tea for Princess Xuan. I wonder if the scroll was in the way, so the slave accidentally touched the scroll when she put down the teapot.
, because the scroll was rolled into a scroll, it fell to the ground on the smooth stone table. It just so happened that the slave was in a hurry to pick up the scroll, and in her haste, she knocked the teapot and teacup on the stone table under the table.
, the scroll was opened, tea was spilled on it, and it immediately smeared the entire painting.
"You deserve to die!" The slave immediately knelt on the ground and stopped picking up the scroll. Seeing that the peony pattern on the scroll was a little blurry, it was useless to pick it up at this time.
Xian Zijian was already stunned with fright. She didn't know whether it was better to be anxious or afraid. She just thought that if she couldn't embroider the peony pattern within five days, Xuan Yi would not let her go. Naturally, she would not be able to escape the punishment.
He sighed, but could only stare blankly without saying a word.
"You are the same slave, why are you so careless?" Princess Xuan frowned, then paused and continued, "Go and tell Yi'er, just say that I accidentally broke this peony when I was looking at it.
Picture, let him draw another one."
"Yes." The slave immediately stood up and left in a hurry.
Xian Ziqian didn't know what to say. She just felt that her mind was blank and she tried her best to recall the patterns and colors of the scroll in her mind. Fortunately, this was not her first time embroidering peonies, and she had a good memory. She was so surprised when she saw this peony picture.
So I took a closer look at Xuan Yi's painting skills, and there are still impressions in my mind.
"Miss Zidian, don't be afraid." Seeing Xian Zidian's panic and helplessness, Princess Xuan said calmly, "It's just a picture of peonies. Just let Yi'er draw another one. It doesn't matter. Fortunately, Prince Xuan's palace has prepared
There are many congratulatory gifts, so it won’t matter if you have one more or less. It’s okay, if you come back later, the girl may bring a new picture of peonies.”
Xian Zijian could only whisper: "Yes, Zijian understands."
While he was talking, the slave who had left just now came back with an embarrassed expression on his face. It seemed that he had been scolded by Xuan Yi. He walked to the pavilion, bowed slightly and said softly: "This slave has already spoken with the young master.
I explained it before, but the young master was very angry and asked Miss Zijian to go over immediately, taking the ruined painting with her. My servant saw that the young master was very unhappy and did not dare to say anything else."
Princess Xuan frowned slightly, looked at the slave, and then at Xian Zijian, who had a look of panic on her face, and said calmly: "Send Miss Zijian over, and ask Yi'er to come see me."