Chapter 455 The Prestigious Concubine (33)
"That is the relic of Ben Gong's mother. Ben Gong's mother is an outsider. She is proficient in embroidery outside the Great Wall. This sachet was given to this sachet by my father, saying that it was already prepared by my mother for this palace."
Seeing this, the concubines quickly comforted them.
"The embroidery outside the fort is a little more complicated, and the colors are quite bold. Unlike our Central Plains, we pay special attention to the color matching. To look beautiful, the colors should not be too messy."
"But the sachet in this palace, I counted it when I had time, and there are eighty-eight colors on it."
"It doesn't look messy, but it is very contrasting, one color after another, if you are not careful, you really can't see it."
An Ningxiang squeezed the handkerchief tightly. There were eighty-eight colors. Why did it look like the sachet she picked up when she was a child.
The first time she counted colors, she only counted sixty-six. She was a little older and discriminated more carefully. When she counted eighty-eight, she was stunned.
If it weren't for her mother-in-law's teaching, she might not be able to count how many colors there are.
Some colors, the difference is just a little bit, so many colors, on a small sachet, is really incredible.
That sachet was picked up by the river when she was having fun when she was a child.
She had been in touch with embroidery since she was a child and thought it was worth studying, so she brought it back with her.
She did figure out many special embroidery methods from above, but so far she has not figured it out thoroughly, only learned some superficially.
After entering the palace, the sachets are left in the boudoir.
Later, he asked someone to send a message to the family, and wanted to bring the sachet in. But... a letter from the family said that she couldn't find it, and she could only blame it. It should have been accidentally lost by someone, and she couldn't regret it.
Now listening to Tang Guo's words, An Ningxiang's heart is pounding, isn't it really the sachet left by the imperial concubine?
She has always been cautious, and no matter how much she wants to know, she will not open her mouth.
"In that sachet, there is also a small golden lock, which was given by Daddy Ben Gong," Tang Guo said with regret, "What a pity."
This time, An Ningxiang was not calm, she was sure that the sachet belonged to the imperial concubine. When she picked it up, there was indeed a small golden lock in the sachet.
She was not interested in the golden lock, and let the other person stay in the sachet. Instead, she studied the embroidery on the sachet every day.
Now that the sachet is lost, even if it is not lost, An Ningxiang will never admit to picking up the sachet, who knows what trouble it will cause.
Tang Guo glanced at An Ningxiang's drooping eyes, she was amused, her eyes rolled, she had a bad idea, and asked Mei Lan to prepare a pen and ink.
All the concubines thought she was going to paint and write poems, but they didn't expect that it took her half an hour to draw a small, exquisite sachet.
"Here, my sisters, look, isn't the sachet that Ben Gong lost very beautiful, more beautiful than the one belonging to An Guiren?"
The concubines take a look, don't they?
What is even more admirable is that the concubine's good painting skills are obviously dead objects, but they are so lifelike that they are painted by her. They all think it is real, and they want to touch it, as if every stitch and thread were drawn.
Concubine Meng stood on the side, looking at the woman who was like a flower, and her heart was complicated.
The appearance is stunning, and the painting skills are so superb. I heard that the imperial concubine practiced martial arts when she was a child. If it weren't for an accident later, I am afraid that she would be called a peerless beauty who can write and perform martial arts.
Such a woman actually entered the palace.
An Ningxiang looked at the familiar sachet and lowered her head.
Keep this secret in your head.