The Great Villain is Not to Be Trifled With

"hiss."

Jiang Li looked at the blood bead poked by the embroidery needle on his finger, and stared at A Jia who was frightened aside.

"Women like men to embroider their purses?"

His murderous hands with daggers and embroidery needles are so clumsy that one wants to kill.

Ajia handed over the handkerchief and ointment, "Young Master, you don't understand this."

"One, the purse is a personal thing. If your embroidered purse can be carried by Your Highness every day, it proves that she values ​​you, and your heart is as careful as hair, and your virtue and virtue will be appreciated by His Highness."

"Second." Ajia pointed to the place where he was bleeding, "Tie these places thicker, which will arouse His Highness's love for you."

"Huh." Jiang Li gave him a white look.

With his good looks, he still needs to spend time in other places, if not... or if he doesn't want to.

Humph.

He looked at the needlework he had just started, "What am I going to embroider?"

"You can embroider things that your Highness likes, or you can embroider some auspicious words and flowers, birds and fish trees." A Jia said at the end, "Young master, just do your best."

Don't pick the complicated ones, the simple ones are fine.

Otherwise, the son's hand will really be abolished.

It was just a small injury, Jiang Li didn't care about his fingers, but he really didn't know what Ling Qingxuan liked.

In order to understand this, he dangled in front of Ling Qingxuan for the first time ever.

"Master wife~ Do you have something you like?"

"No." Ling Qingxuan replied neatly and cut off the words behind Jiang Li.

[Host, according to my strategy, at this time you have to answer that you like him. 】

But he asked what he liked.

[...] This complex cultural heritage yo.

"Why don't you use the medicine?" Ling Qingxuan noticed the wound on his hand and threw the medicine for him.

Jiang Li: ...you sell medicine?

After thinking about it, Jiang Li decided to embroider what he liked.

After three days and three nights, he showed Ajia the finished product for appreciation.

Blue sky, white clouds, sun, there is a small house, next to it is a vegetable garden and a tree.

"Master, son, what does this mean?"

It was the free and leisurely life he longed for.

Jiang Li grabbed the purse and said, "Thanks for being by my side for so many years, you don't know me at all."

A Jia: Look to the sky!

Stuffing some spices on the edge of the purse, Jiang Li paused and suddenly remembered the package of medicinal powder Huangfuwei gave him.

"Master, this is not a sachet, just stuff it a little less."

"Oh."

Jiang Li tied the knot and went to find Ling Qingxuan.

I don't want Shangguan Ruan, this man is here again, and he is holding something to give to Ling Qingxuan, which is also a purse!

"His Royal Highness, I sewed this for you myself." Shangguan, like Anluo, put on Fendai, with a beautiful smile.

Her purse is also very beautiful, and the gold and silver threads depict the phoenix lifelike.

As soon as Jiang Li came over, he immediately became the center of attention.

He also saw the purse.

He suddenly couldn't come up with what he had done himself.

"Jiang Fu Shi, I haven't seen you for a few days. You are getting plump."

Shangguan Ruan actually said that he has gained weight, and he obviously exercises every day!

With this energy, he took out his embroidered purse.

"Wife, this is what I sewed for you."

The two purses were placed in front of Ling Qingxuan, and the comparison became obvious.

Xiang'er laughed out loud, "This purse is too ugly."

"Xing'er." Shangguan Ruan scolded perfunctorily, "This is Jiang Fu Shi's intention, even if it doesn't look good, you can't laugh at it like this."

Xiang'er immediately understood, "Yes, Xiang'er talks too much."

Look, he takes care of his attendants very well.

A Jia imitated Jiang Li's usual appearance and gave him a blank look, but at the same time she was nervous about which Ling Qingxuan would choose.

His son had been sewing for three days without sleep.

Ling Qingxuan looked at the two purses, and under their expectant gaze, took over from Shangguan Ruan.

Jiang Li's hand holding the purse trembled slightly, and his blood was surging. He wanted to turn around and leave, but in front of Shangguan Ruan, he didn't want to lose face.

Seeing that Ling Qingxuan took the purse that she sewed, Shangguan Ruan smiled proudly at Jiang Li, "It seems that Jiang Fushi's embroidery needs more practice, so if your Highness takes this purse out, it will probably be discussed."

What about him.

Jiang Li pursed his lips and snorted coldly, with mixed feelings in his heart.

But no one picked up the purse in his hand, and the expectation in his heart gradually disappeared.

Even if it's ugly, give him a little face.

But she...

The hand holding the purse lost its strength and fell down quickly.

But he was pulled in midair.

Lingqing Xuanfeng Qingyundan took the purse from his hand and returned the beautiful purse to Shangguan Ruan.

"Your Highness, Your Highness?" Shangguan Ruan couldn't believe it, this purse was so much better, why didn't she want it?

"Phoenix, it should be given to Your Majesty."

Ling Qingxuan's indifferent words made her feel like she was drenched in the cold wind, Phoenix, what's the problem?

Or, what did Ling Wang discover?

Heart like thunder drums, Shangguan Ruan was holding her purse, this time it was Ajia who looked at Xianger proudly.

Your son's purse is useless no matter how beautiful it is. Our Highness still chose the son~ Hurry up and go back, you le~

Jiang Li put his hands on his side, with puzzlement in his eyes.

"Master Shangguan, is there anything else?"

With the familiar order to evict guests, Shangguan Ruan shook his head and left with Xiang'er. Ajia specially saw off the guests.

Only Ling Qingxuan and Jiang Li were left in the reception hall. Ling Qingxuan looked at his wrapped hands and took a look at the purse.

really ugly.

Not even the sun is round.

"Help me tie it up."

But it was the little guy who bothered to do it, and she reluctantly accepted it.

"Ah?" Jiang Li didn't respond a little, "Tie, tie?"

It's so ugly, it's a shame to wear it around your waist and take it out.

Ling Qingxuan threw the purse to him, unable to deny it.

Jiang Li had to accept his fate to tie her up, but his drooping brows were filled with a smile.

With vision, I chose him.

The cold fragrance of the woman lingered on the tip of his nose, and he tied his purse very slowly, as if he wanted to stay by her side for a while longer.

As long as Ling Qingxuan stretched out his hand, he could hold him in his arms.

Thinking so, Aya Qingxuan also did it.

Clinging tightly to the woman, Jiang Li's chest heaved violently, why did she suddenly hug him!

"Jiang Li."

Her voice was clear and free of impurities, soothing his troubled heart.

"What?" Can you release him first!

Cheeks rubbed slightly, dyed with a touch of red.

While he was waiting quietly, Aya Qingxuan spoke up.

"If you don't want to stay in the palace, you can leave by yourself."

The ambiguous aura that had just risen disappeared in an instant.

Jiang Li was silent for a while, then pushed her away suddenly.

He pulled back his purse.

"The embroidery of the body is clumsy, and the wife and owner laughed, so I retired first."

He didn't know how desolate his back was when he left at this time.

Obviously he yearns for freedom, she gives him freedom, why is he unhappy?

Is he sick?

Unable to hold back the sourness in his heart, Jiang Li ran back to his room, slammed the door hard, and locked it from the inside.