As the younger sister of Suzhou weavers, although her needlework and threads are not as good as those of embroidery masters like An Lingrong, she is still relatively successful.
It's just that skills cannot be mastered without practicing. She hasn't touched it since time travel, and she was indeed pricked by needles many times when she first started using it.
Fortunately, An Lingrong came to help, otherwise she would never have been able to embroider the four thousand words.
Based on this alone, Sun Miaoqing accepted her love. The other concubines looked like her sister, but they did not take any action except verbal support.
Sun Miaoqing asked Liuli, "Go and prepare some snacks, and also make the milk tea that my sister likes, brew it with Yuqian Longjing."
Liuli said, "I understand."
Turning around, Sun Miaoqing and An Lingrong complained, "There are still a thousand words to embroider, and I have a headache just looking at them. I really don't know where I offended him, and he actually came up with such a trick to punish me."
An Lingrong said, "How could it be punishment? The emperor believes in Buddhism and values my sister, so he eagerly asked her for it."
"Other concubines are envious of her and wish they could take her place."
Sun Miaoqing's expression became exaggerated and she raised her voice, "I don't want it. When Concubine Hua asked people to copy women's rings, they didn't think it was a favor at all. How could it be considered a favor by the emperor?"
"Look at what my hands have become in the past month."
An Lingrong took a look and found that it was indeed not as white and tender as before, and there was a thin layer of calluses on his fingers, which must have been from practicing bow and arrow.
The favor she could not ask for was the hardship that others could not avoid.
Although she knew she was wrong to think so, she had received a lot of cold looks these days. After entering the palace for a few months, the emperor didn't see her as a person, and he couldn't even get the monthly schedule.
When she was at home, although she was the eldest daughter, her life was not as good as that of a shameless slave. Knowing that she was selected into the palace, she thought she would feel proud. But the little master and the little master are different after all.
An Lingrong thought of Sun Miaoqing's words. She was trapped by herself, that's why she ended up like that.
But what should she do to avoid being trapped by herself?
Sun Miaoqing noticed that An Lingrong was unresponsive, looked up and saw the vulnerability on her face, and immediately raised alarm bells.
[How could I forget that An Xiaoniao has a sensitive mind, and those words just now probably made her think of other places. 】
[Don’t get me wrong, I really didn’t think about it that way. Sure enough, being close to men makes people unhappy, and the big fat orange really killed me! 】
As soon as Sun Miaoqing thought about it, An Lingrong came back to her senses and said, "Sister Sun, don't worry. I know there is a balm that can make your hands delicate and smooth after half a month of use."
"When I go back and prepare the mixture, I will give it to my sister to try. I will keep it so that my sister's hands can return to their original state."
Sun Miaoqing nodded. She had always trusted An Lingrong's strength.
[An Xiaoniao seems to be getting more and more bored, and that’s right. How can he feel comfortable with such a terrible father in the stall? 】
[It seems that next summer, when troops were deployed in the northwest, Anbihuai and Songyang County Magistrate Jiang Wenqing escorted the army rations. As a result, they encountered stray soldiers on the road and the army rations were robbed. Jiang Wenqing escaped from the battle and was arrested, and Shen Zishan tried the case. 】
[An Bihuai was cautious and did not run away from the battle. This matter sounded serious, but in fact it did not pose much risk. An Xiaoniao became confused when she cared about her, but the queen took the opportunity to provoke her, thinking that Sister Mei was being hypocritical to her, and the three of them gradually separated. 】
[An Bihuai was not involved, and he was just a subordinate official as big as sesame seeds and mung beans. It would be useless to kill him. On the contrary, it hurts the royal family's face and makes people feel that Big Fat Orange is too cold-blooded and ruthless towards the concubine's mother's family. 】
[So if you want to live a good life in the palace, in addition to knowing the likes and dislikes of Big Fat Orange, you must also understand what government affairs are, and you must also know how to set up a character. 】
[But how should I tell An Xiaoniao about this kind of thing? Tell her that something will happen to his father in the future, but it won’t be fatal. Don’t believe the queen’s instigation? Will she misunderstand it and think I'm teasing her? 】
[Or let her read more history books if she has nothing to do, but will she think that I look down on her? 】
In the blink of an eye, Sun Miaoqing had already thought so much, and looked at An Lingrong with a bit of confusion.
Without even noticing, An Lingrong's hand holding the silk handkerchief loosened and then tightened, and then tightened and loosened again, until the silk handkerchief was twisted into a twist.
An Lingrong became nervous when she heard that something would happen to her cold father.
Escaping during battle while transporting military rations was a serious crime that she could not even think about.
She didn't care much about An Bihuai's life, but she couldn't write two words of "an" in one stroke. They were indeed father and daughter.
If something happened to An Bihuai, let alone how she was in the palace, her mother would definitely not have a good life.
However, after hearing that it was just a false alarm, An Lingrong felt relieved again. So her sincere efforts to please her these days are not without effect. At least Sister Sun really thought about helping her.
A history book?
She didn't understand this. For her, it was rare to know a few words. Her father's thoughts never stayed on their mother and daughter.
But she is still young and it is not too late to start learning now.
An Lingrong said hesitantly, "My sister has something to ask of me. I wonder if Sister Sun can agree?"
Sun Miaoqing became curious. This was the first time An Lingrong asked her for help. However, she always hated other people trying to mess with her, so she was unwilling to mess with others when she had no other purpose. Therefore, he did not agree directly, but wanted to hear what An Lingrong wanted first.
"Sister An, just tell me what you want. If it can be done, I will not shirk it."
An Lingrong smiled implicitly and restrainedly, and his voice was as sweet as a thrush, "It's not a big deal, but there is nothing to do in the palace, and I don't like to go out and walk around. So I thought about reading some books to pass the time." "
"It's just that I didn't have the guidance of a famous teacher like my sisters since I was a child, so I often only know what is happening but don't know why."
"Sister Sun has poems and books in her belly, so I thought that in the future, if I don't understand something, I would like to ask my sister for advice. Is she willing to accept me as a stupid apprentice?"
[I was just thinking about how to persuade her, but now the opportunity has come. 】
[But what I know is all what was taught in class before, and I know how to follow the text. Occasionally, you can fool people for a while and act as a master to others, but you can be seen through right away? 】
[To say who is really talented in the harem, it depends on Huan Huan. After all, she is the one who shares the same language and hobbies with Big Fat Orange. 】
Sun Miaoqing said sheepishly, "It's a good thing that you like to read, but I don't dare to be your master with half a bucket of water. I'm afraid I will make a mistake for you."
However, seeing the disappointment on An Lingrong's face, Sun Miaoqing felt that she had spoken so humbly, and it would be too unreasonable for him not to agree.
So he quickly said, "But if you don't understand something, just ask me directly. If I don't understand, you can ask someone else."
[Finally, I will pester Big Fat Orange and ask him how to train a concubine who is illiterate in writing and writing into a talented woman who is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. 】
[If you can do this, you will have your own filter in front of Big Fat Orange, and you no longer have to worry about falling out of favor. 】
An Lingrong nodded shyly, it turned out that the emperor liked this...
