"The time is here!"

Whether it was finished or not, the palace maids stopped, just like the imperial examination students waiting for their grades on the date of the release, looking at Madam Zhang with anticipation and worry.

Originally, Madam Zhang should have tested the level of embroidery, but now Wu Shu is here, she decisively gave up the right and respectfully said to him: "Please review Mr. Wu."

"How can I get over my business? You'd better do it." Wu Shulai smiled.

"It is a blessing for these palace maids to get a comment from General Manager Wu." Madam Zhang complimented.

"Okay." Mr. Wu touched his smooth chin and smiled, "There is nothing important to the left and right now, just take a look."

Madam Zhang immediately said to the palace maids: "Why don't you thank General Wu quickly?"

"Thank you, General Manager Wu!"

Wu Shulai raised his hand and pressed it down, suppressed the voices of the girls, then walked over with his hands behind his back, commenting on the embroidery in the girls' hands one by one.

He said it was a comment, but most of the time he only shook his head and nodded, and it was Jinxiu's turn that he said a rare sentence: "Well, the embroidery is exquisite, good."

Although it was only seven short words, it was enough to let Jinxiu overwhelm the previous group of nodding and shaking her head. She couldn't help but feel happy. She was about to take this opportunity to talk to Wu Shulai, but she heard a cry and looked up and saw that Wu Shulai had walked past her and stopped in front of Linglong.

"This is..." Wu Shulai said in surprise.

Jinxiu glanced at him and thought to herself a little sour: What's so strange about it just a wild cat?

Lingqing embroidered a cat in the bush, with sparse flowers and leaves, red and white. A colorful tabby cat poked its head out of the bush, with a delicate expression, especially the hair on the cat's body, which was intertwined with light and darkness, and had different depths. At first glance, it appeared vividly, as if a real cat was sewn into the embroidery band.

Only talking about acupuncture methods, it is not much different from the Begonia Spring Sleeping Picture in Jinxiu's hand. However, Linglong reversed the handkerchief and said with a smile: "Report to General Manager Wu, it is a double-sided embroidery."

I saw a cat on the back of the veil.

The same head protruded in the bush, the same expression was cute and innocent, and even the fur on his body was exactly the same as the cat on the front.

"Okay, okay." Wu Shulai handed the Xiubang to Madam Zhang, "What do you think?"

Madam Zhang squinted her eyes. She had been working in the embroidery workshop for a long time, and her eyes were different from Wu Shulai. She felt that the stitches were not fine enough, and there were several colors that were wrong, which seemed to be suspicious of rushing to work. But she didn't point out these things, just smiled and said, "Since General Wu said it was OK, it must be good."

Jinxiu showed displeasure when she heard this. She had only got one good word, but Linglong had two, one from General Manager Wu and the other from Madam Zhang. She was just a wild cat in the village. Who was better than her?

Wu Shulai did not stay in front of Linglong for too long. He was of high position and power. He had never seen any good things. The reason why he said two good words was that he chose tall boys among the short men. Among this group of new palace maids, this double-sided embroidery should be the best...

wrong.

Wu Shulai stopped in front of Jixiang, staring at the embroidery in her hand, and said nothing for a long time.

His silence brought endless pressure to Jixiang. As time passed by, Jixiang's breath gradually became heavier, and even his knees became a little weak, and he could kneel down for him anytime and anywhere.

"This peony is vivid and realistic, with its form and spirit, good, good, good!" General Manager Wu spoke again, and said three good things in a row, and then said with a final say, "I have been in the palace for many years and have rarely seen such an extraordinary embroidery worker. I deserve first, first!"

Two good words have changed Jinxiu's color. As soon as the three good words were released, she sneered: "People might as well look at Wei Yingluo's embroidery first. I think she embroidered the slowest, so it must be the best!"

Wu Shulai frowned, and Madam Zhang saw his expression change in her eyes and immediately scolded: "Who asked you to speak!"

Jinxiu's face turned pale and she lowered her head.

"It's okay." Wu Shulai said lightly, "Who is Wei Yingluo?"

Everyone looked at Wei Yingluo together.

Wu Shulai walked slowly to Wei Yingluo with a faint expression: "What is embroidered? Let's take a look."

"Yes." Wei Yingluo unbuttoned the embroidery strip, and a brightly colored picture of the pheasant came into view.

The golden carp, which was originally half-embroidered by auspiciousness, was changed to a golden pheasant in just half of the fragrance. The golden pheasant looked at the sun, and the long feathers stretched behind her, and the feathers were all shining with golden sunshine. The whole embroidery was rich and grand, especially the cockscomb was red, which was bright like blood, which was the finishing touch.

——And this finishing touch is precisely the previous failure.

Only a few people present knew that the reason why the cockscomb was so bright as blood was because real blood was seeping inside. The blood that Jixiang had previously rubbed on the embroidery cloth was cleverly changed by Wei Yingluo and turned into a touch of red on the cockscomb.

Others don’t know the inside story, and only appreciate the acupuncture and meaning. Even the always-picky Madam Zhang praised her after seeing this embroidery: “It’s smart and acupuncture. This palace maid has really emerged with many talents!”

Jinxiu was dissatisfied. She deliberately led Wu Shulai to Wei Yingluo, not to let her see the noble man differently. She opened her thin lips and was about to stand up to complain, but was pulled by Linglong beside her.

"What are you doing..." Before Jinxiu finished speaking, a little palace maid not far away suddenly said, "Master, Wei Yingluo cheats on behalf of others!"

As soon as these words came out, the entire embroidery workshop was silent.

Mountains have heights and water have depths and shallows, and people always compete for each other. This is true for palace maids and so for fawns.

"Nalan Chunxue, the daughter of the Assistant Minister Nalan Yongshou, is sixteen years old!"

The talent show continues in the Yanhui Loft in the Imperial Garden.

"Speaking of this, what's the name of that little palace maid?" Nalan Chunxue stopped thinking and thought to herself, "Now is not the time to think about this. Nalan Chunxue, it's your turn to play."

She restrained her somewhat chaotic thoughts, walked to Hongli with her eyebrows down, and saluted: "My daughter Nalan Chunxue, I have seen the emperor."

As if he was distracted by the previous incident, Hongli's expression was very cold at this moment, with a faint hint of impatientness. He stared at Nalan Chunxue and said nothing. This silence was like a dark cloud pressing down on the top, making everyone in the hall not daring to speak.

"What's going on in your ears?" Hongli said suddenly.

Everyone was frightened. He had asked similar words before, "What's going on your feet?"

After that, Wu Ya Qingdai was in great danger. Her blood was still left on the stone steps outside the door, two long. The palace people were rushing to rinse them with clean water to avoid the sun rising and attracting insects and flies.

Nalan Chunxue naturally felt that the atmosphere was wrong and said that it was not a false one, but she was different from other people. The more this happened, the calmer she became.

"Reply to the emperor." She stood there in a state of sensation and replied, "My daughter Ama often said that women wear three pliers in one ear and wear flower pot shoes, which are the rules left by their ancestors. If they abandon them once and follow the example of Han women, they will forget their ancestors."

There were five girls in a group, and four candidates were also allowed to enter the door with her. As soon as she said this, three of them unconsciously lowered their heads, and one of them couldn't help but raise their hand and touched their earlobes, with only one earring hanging down on their heads.

Among the five, Nalan Chunxue was wearing three precious earrings on one ear, red, blue and white, and at first glance, it was different from the other.

Someone asked her why she was dressed like this, but she smiled but didn't answer. It turned out that she didn't answer, but she wanted to answer in front of a specific occasion and a specific person.

"It's right!" Hongli was indeed very happy and slapped his hand on the table. "The Qing Dynasty has been in the pass for many years, and the old customs of Manchuria have gradually declined. I asked them to learn Chinese and understand ethics, but they didn't even forget who they were!"

After saying that, he nodded to the eunuch.

The eunuch understood and said loudly: "Save a sign!"

Nalan Chunxue was blessed with his blessing, and his attitude was as always Duanxian, with a calm attitude of not being arrogant or impatient, neither happy nor worried.

"Lu Wanwan, the daughter of Lu Shilong, the young minister of Guanglu Temple, is sixteen years old!"

With Nalan Chun's snow pearls and jade in front of him, Lu Wanwan made him look quite petty.

She was too timid and too nervous, so she forgot how to walk on the road for a while. She walked to the imperial front with her hands and feet. Before she could look up and reveal her appearance that was enough to stun the time, Hongli chuckled.

"I have a memorial to be approved." Hongli stood up and said, "Let's go first."

"Emperor!" Empress Fucha hurriedly said, "What should I do here?"

Hongli stretched, walked absent-mindedly by Lu Wanwan's side, and said, "Queen, look at the disposal, I trust your vision!"

After saying that, he left without looking back, leaving everyone looking at each other.

Concubine Hui lazily raised her hand to her side, put it in the maid's hand, and let her support herself: "Since the emperor has left, it's obvious that there is nothing to see, I will leave first."

After saying that, she left without waiting for the queen to speak.

Queen Fucha sighed and looked at Lu Wanwan with a kind look.

She has a kind of maternal temperament, especially her gaze, as gentle as her mother looking at her children. Under such gaze, Lu Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief and gradually calmed down.

Her expression changed into Nalan Chunxue's eyes, and a sentence in her heart couldn't help but appear: "She is not my opponent..."

Lu Wanwan's beauty is the first of all the beautiful girls, but she does not know how to use her strengths at all. Instead, she lets opportunities pass by her. She is also timid by nature, like a dodder flower, always looking for a big tree that can shelter her from the wind and rain.

I don’t think about where this place is, it’s the harem.

Too much dependence on one person is equivalent to handing over your own destiny to the other party.

"She is not my opponent...who will my opponent be?" Nalan Chunxue thought of this, and a blue figure appeared in front of her.

Blue is the clothes on her body - the clothes of the newly entered palace maid.
Chapter completed!