C521 (1/2)

People live in the world, the world has never been satisfactory, otherwise, life will not be so mixed, the only thing we can do is to listen to the fate of the people.

Princess Pingyang got pregnant again. She couldn't go to Chang'an for the sake of her baby and her body. She didn't want to or could not control the fight between the prince and the king of Qin. Only sage was her only concern in Chang'an.

Before, she was busy and had no time. Now she was raising her baby, and Xue Lang took care of her affairs. She had more leisure. Every day, she read books, stroked the piano, and even picked up needlework to make needlework.

Xue Lang watched her solemnly choose the fabric styles. Chu Xue helped to divide the silk thread. Lixue helped her find flower bandages. Mu Xue helped build an embroidery frame. The posture was very big. As a result, after a long selection and cutting, the cloth was small and small, which did not match the huge posture.

Xue Lang looked at what his every rhythm and solemnity was solemn, solemn and solemn princess. He was not sure enough to ask, ”what are you going to embroider your highness?”

Princess Pingyang raised her head and took the time to look at him with a serious expression: ”embroider a handkerchief for shuinu, and embroider a purse for Langjun.”

But you don't look like you want to embroider small objects!

Xue LAN terrified, and the heart of the Tucao has been covered with the screen: ”although I am not embroidered, but do not make complaints about me, embroider handkerchiefs and purse, need embroidery?”

Princess Pingyang was stunned. She felt her shoulders were stiff. Even the first snow, the evening snow and the standing snow all seemed to stop for a moment.

Xue Lang didn't know why. After confirmation, everyone was back to normal. ”How about embroidering a bamboo pattern purse for my wife?

”Bamboo?”

Pingyang Princess nodded: ”yes, bamboo was born hollow Festival, four seasons evergreen, gentleman's wind, just like Lang Jun.”

he was so good at his royal highness.

Xue Lang was very happy and laughed so much that he even said, ”Your Highness, I'm not so good!”

Say, still embarrassed touch head! Just, how to feel the expression of dusk snow and standing snow a little strange? Just waiting to be examined carefully, the first snow coughed and said, ”dusk snow, Lixue, you two go to the embroidery room with those green silk threads.”

”Here it is.”

The two people's backs seem to be in a hurry and in a hurry, just like what is chasing behind them. Xue Lang, look at the silk thread in the bamboo basket. There are many green silk threads!

Xue Lang was puzzled. Princess Pingyang had already said, ”look, how about this pattern?”

Xue Lang immediately happy to see the past, the evening snow and the strange snow left behind. Many years later, four of the two children were born. They looked at four children, the girls were all plum handkerchiefs, and the boy's bamboo purse was like him. Xue LAN suddenly realized that

His Royal Highness Princess Li Jianling, the famous Princess of Pingyang, could only embroider two patterns. One plum blossom, one bamboo, none of the rest. Take it leisurely and unoppressively, Princess

's two Royal Highness is still a calm and calm way. When the children are trying to catch her in other designs, she can still be calm and comfortable, so that she can make her do it without any doubt.

As a husband, Xue Lang naturally can't tear down his wife's platform. He covers his face in his heart and turns around without hesitation to become an accomplice, fooling the children together and maintaining the glorious image of Princess Pingyang as a perfect mother. As for the truth That's the Xue family's secret. It can't be said.

However, it was many years later. At this time, Xue Lang was still immersed in the joy that his wife wanted to make a purse for him, and praised him with bamboo character. He also held his daughter in a silly way: ”baby, your mother is going to make embroidery for us. Baby has a plum handkerchief, and father has a purse! Are you happy? ”

”Dad! Dad