Chapter 506 506 Mysterious Miss (1) One More

This time through the body without much discomfort.

Ye Shaohua woke up in a few seconds, and when he lowered his eyes, he saw a piece of embroidered cloth in his hand with a... butterfly embroidered on it?

Rao is Ye Shaohua, who is well-informed, and he couldn't recognize what the embroidered thing in her hand was. He could only guess based on the outline.

After guessing, some of them are...indescribable.

The charming woman beside her heard the man's cold words, her face seemed to be about to cry, "Third Uncle...Third Uncle, you help Shaohua speak..."

An old man whose hair has been dyed with years of wind and frost heard this and shook his head slightly, "Not to mention the picture of a hundred butterflies wearing flowers, Miss Qingqing just counted fifteen colors in just three breaths, and Shaohua only saw it. After ten kinds, she really has no talent in this area, so you should not force her."

After the old man said a word, Ye Shaohua clearly saw that the woman who was speaking flickered, as if she was about to fall.

It is not suitable to receive the plot right now, Ye Shaohua holds the embroidery in one hand and supports the woman in the other.

"Pack up and move out of the warm house." Seeing that the farce with no suspense came to an end, the middle-aged man finally said the last sentence, "This farce ends here."

When he was talking, Ye Shaohua glanced at him, and naturally he saw the look in his eyes, which was very unfamiliar.

This made Ye Shaohua very puzzled. Logically speaking, she should be the daughter of this middle-aged man...

"But sir, Shaohua has always been frail, and the winter is bitter, can you let her stay longer, after all the winter..." The woman seemed to have something to say.

The middle-aged man gave her a cold look, "Huiniang suffered from a serious illness in her early life. The doctor said that you must live in the Nuan Pavilion in the cold winter. I will let people stare at you and move out of here within an hour."

"But..." The woman has to distinguish.

Ye Shaohua sighed, supported her, and whispered, "Mother, let's move."

The woman seemed stunned by her compromise today

The middle-aged man ignored the two girls. She turned and left, "Qingqing, let's go to the front hall first. The shopkeeper of Jiangling Embroidery Workshop brought the embroidery they got from the Hu people this morning. I'll show you."

The middle-aged man turned around and said to a fifteen-year-old girl beside her.

It was completely different from the way Ye Shaohua spoke. When he spoke to Ye Qingqing, he had an obvious smile on his face, and even his tone became much gentler.

Ye Shaohua saw that the girl smiled slowly towards Ye Shaohua before turning around.

But seeing Ye Shaohua didn't react, it was a little boring.

The tasks around her were similar to those of a housekeeper and a maid. Seeing that Ye Qingqing was about to go out, they hurriedly followed, fanning her, and busy looking for an umbrella, with a respectful and flattering attitude.

Seeing the unfeeling look of the middle-aged man, Mother Ye wiped away her tears, then went into the room sobbing and packed her things.

Not far away, there was a housekeeper waiting for Ye Shaohua and the mother and daughter to pack up.

No one was there now, Ye Shaohua looked around.

Seeing an embroidery frame placed a few meters away, Ye Shaohua's mind was completely empty about embroidery. She only saw a row of embroidery threads on the embroidery frame. The colors from light to dark were divided into fifteen. Bunch placement.

It should be classified by Ye Qingqing just now.

The third uncle did not leave with Ye Qingqing and others.

When he saw Ye Shaohua's eyes, he couldn't help sighing, "Don't look, Shaohua, embroidery is useless if you don't have talent, no matter how many years you practice, you can't even distinguish fifteen colors, not to mention embroidery. Skill, you're a lot worse than others in terms of color matching..."

Ye Shaohua squinted at the row of threads on the embroidery frame. Hearing this, he couldn't help frowning, "No, it's nineteen colors."

Although the physical quality of this world is rubbish, Ye Shaohua has a powerful soul.

After entering this world, his body was also infiltrated with soul power, and his five senses were naturally stronger than before.

However, this body is really poor. It takes two small steps to breathe. It seems that it needs to be well recuperated.

"Nineteen kinds?" The third uncle heard the words, and looked stunned for a moment, then frowned and looked at Ye Shaohua with a serious face, "Failure is not shameful."

He thought that the little girl had lost both competitions, so she would only say this if she couldn't save face.

Ye Shaohua glanced at him, then took two steps forward, and put aside the fifteen colors of embroidery threads with very similar colors, and divided them into nineteen bundles.

After the division, she didn't say anything, and went straight in to help her mother in this world pack up.

The third uncle has been staring at the nineteen bundles of embroidery threads in this category.

After all, he grew up in an embroidery workshop, and the third uncle spent two quarters of an hour in the sun, and his forehead was sweating, and he was barely able to see the four kinds of embroidery threads that were almost indistinguishable.

Therefore, wait for him to come back to his senses.

Seeing Ye Shaohua and Mother Ye taking the package out, there was a hint of regret in Ye Shaohua's eyes, "Are you going now?"

Mother Ye's expression was very low, "I'm useless, dragging down Shaohua..."

The third uncle didn't know what to say, he just took out a piece of silver from his pocket and pushed it away from Mother Ye, and put it in her hand.

At the beginning, when Ye Shaohua could only barely distinguish ten colors, the third uncle didn't feel much when he saw her.

But now... She can actually distinguish these nineteen colors, and Ye Qingqing, who has the best talent in the Ye family, can only distinguish fifteen colors.

It is a good thing to be able to distinguish fifteen kinds, but unfortunately...there is no spiritual energy in embroidery skills.

Ye Shaohua didn't say anything to the third uncle, but just took the package and helped Ye Mu to walk outside step by step.

And behind them, the maids and servants who had been serving them all looked at them indifferently.

Especially a woman who spit out the shell of the melon seeds on Ye Mu's shoes.

Everyone in the warm pavilion knows that Ye Mu and Ye Shaohua have absolutely no status in the Ye mansion. How could the servants of their former masters have a good impression on them, and they all thought of how to curry favor with the new lady. .

Ye Shaohua helped Ye Mu to go out, but he didn't expect it.

When passing through the hall, I met a man in a moon-white dress.

The man's footsteps were fast. Mother Ye obviously knew him. When she saw him, she opened her mouth, "Yanqiu?"

Meng Yanqiu paused when she heard Mother Ye's words, "Auntie," after a pause, he glanced at Ye Shaohua with obscure eyes, "Miss Ye."

When Mother Ye heard Meng Yanqiu's unfamiliar voice, she couldn't help but feel strange. Meng Yanqiu was still very familiar with her daughter. What happened today?

Ye Shaohua has seen too many people of all shapes and sizes. When Meng Yanqiu looked at her, she could see the reluctant fake smile on her face and the disgust hidden in her eyes.