Xia Zhiliao looked down and asked, "Are you talking about this?"
"Yes, I think it's quite unique." Princess Yi Yang said with a smile.
Xia Zhiliao handed it over, and Princess Yi Yang did not refuse and took it in her hand to look at it.
Nanny Cui's palms were sweating, she also knew the little girl's intention.
Wen Heng was the same, but he was not as nervous as them.
"Very good, was this embroidered by an embroiderer in the palace?"
There was a flash of disappointment on Xia Zhiliao's face. "No, it was embroidered by my mother."
"Then your mother's embroidery skills are really good." Princess Yiyang looked at Xia Zhiliao, "Very good."
"If you like it, I'll ask my mother to embroider one for you someday."
"How can this be so embarrassing?"
"It's okay. My mother is in the embroidery business. If you like it, that's a good thing."
Princess Yiyang smiled and said, "It's a pity that I can't help you. I stay here all year round and I don't see many people when I go back to Beijing occasionally. I want me to help your mother attract more customers, but I'm afraid it's impossible."
Xia Zhiliao was a little embarrassed, but she didn't deny that she had such thoughts. "It doesn't matter. What matters most is that you like it."
"You are such a good talker, little girl. Your mother is such a good embroiderer. She must be a good person, otherwise she wouldn't have taught you so well."
Princess Yi Yang showed her true feelings. When looking at Xia Zhiliao, she couldn't help but think of her innocent little daughter, who always liked to stay in her arms and act coquettishly.
Obviously, both she and her father held swords in their hands, but the daughter didn't like these. She had beautiful handwriting and could embroider handkerchiefs.
Princess Yi Yang's mouth corners were upturned at first, but suddenly the chopsticks in her hand began to tremble and her eyes began to look strange.
"Princess!" Nanny Cui called out, but she didn't respond at all.
Xia Zhiliao took a look and held her wrist tightly, "Princess, relax and don't think about the past. Try the food I cooked and look at me. Do you think I look good?"
Aunt Cui looked worried, "Princess, you have to listen to Miss Zhi."
"I...kill..."
"No killing, no killing. This is a peaceful Buddhist place." Xia Zhiliao patiently comforted her, "What dish do you like? I'll cook it for you tomorrow."
"Yuer..."
"Princess, the past is in the past. Relax and adjust your breathing. Yes... breathe in. Look at me. I am Xia Zhiliao."
Wen Heng was also a little nervous, if for no other reason, he was worried that Xia Zhiliao would get hurt. After all, this little girl seemed unaware of the danger.
"Yingyu, where is my sword?"
"You want to cut some vegetables? What? Cucumbers?"
"I want to kill people, and I want to kill more people!" said Princess Yi Yang.
"Killing people is not fun, next time you can chop pumpkins."
Wen Heng frowned. How could this girl still be able to make a joke at this moment?
Are you crazy?
Xia Zhiliao signaled to Nanny Cui not to get close. She hoped to try to stop Princess Yi Yang from getting sick. Of course, if this trick didn't work, she would give her another injection to calm her down.
"Princess, relax. Aren't you worried about scaring me? You must control yourself. Look at me. Yes, I am Xia Zhiliao. You are a very kind person..."
Princess Yi Yang's eyes were a little dull and her reaction was slow, but the good news was that her gaze was following Xia Zhiliao. Looking at the little girl's beautiful smile, her rapid breathing slowly calmed down along with her hand.
She was breathing heavily.
Aunt Cui was delighted and surprised, "Is the princess okay?"
Xia Zhiliao didn't dare to say that everything was fine, but this time she was able to control herself before she had an attack, so it was considered a good thing.
"Princess, please sit down." said Aunt Cui.
Princess Yiyang seemed to be exhausted. She sat down limply, and the color on her face disappeared. She looked at Xia Zhiliao and forced a smile. "I didn't scare you, did I?"
Xia Zhi shook her head, "No, Princess, you are very strong. You were able to control yourself just now."
Princess Yi Yang nodded with a smile. She also felt very strange. Her mind was blank just now, but there was a little girl muttering in her ear, and she actually followed the voice and seemed to walk back.
Xia Zhiliao smiled and held her hand. He found that her hand was very cold. It was not because of the cold in the mountains. "Princess, did you think of something just now?"
Aunt Cui was a little worried, "Miss Zhiliao..."
"It's okay." Princess Yi Yang actually protected Xia Zhiliao.
Xia Zhiliao naturally knew that Aunt Cui was also worried about Princess Yiyang. Such a loyal servant was actually rare, and she admired him in her heart, "Aunt Cui, don't worry. If the princess wants to fully recover, she must get rid of her inner demons."
When Nanny Cui saw that Princess Yi Yang's complexion was gradually improving, she nodded slightly.
Princess Yiyang sighed, "You said your mother is good at embroidery, and I couldn't help but think of my Yue'er, my daughter..."
"I know."
Princess Yiyang looked at her in surprise, "Yuer doesn't like swordplay, but she also likes embroidery. She even embroidered a purse for me, but it's a pity that she only embroidered half of it..."
Seeing Princess Yi Yang was sad, Nanny Cui almost said that maybe the little princess was still alive.
"Princess, actually..."
At this time, Wen Heng reacted and shook his head at her.
"What's wrong?"
Aunt Cui paused and said, "No...nothing. I mean, Miss Zhiliao's mother is a good embroiderer."
"I'm a little tired, Yingyu, please help me in."
"Yes!" Nanny Cui glanced at Xia Zhiliao and Wen Heng, then helped Princess Yi Yang back to the house.
Xia Zhiliao ate with big mouthfuls, after all, she was really hungry.
But when she caught a glimpse of Wen Heng watching the master and servant go in, she retracted her gaze and then realized that she was staring at her.
"What are you looking at?" Wen Heng asked in a deep voice.
Xia Zhiliao shook his head, "Nothing... nothing, just..."
"I know, she doesn't like me a little bit."
"You actually figured it out?" Xia Zhiliao asked.
Wen Heng snorted coldly, "Anyone with eyes can see it."
"Then the look in your eyes just now..."
"I just wonder if my mother would love me as much if she were still alive."
Xia Zhiliao paused. Wen Heng's mother died very early, so he could be said to have not enjoyed much maternal love.
"Don't be so sad, it's no big deal..."
Wen Heng looked at her, "What's the worst that can happen?"
"Ahem...at most, I can give you a little bit of my mother. It can't be too much, otherwise my brothers will not agree."
Xia Zhiliao smiled. It turned out that her mother seemed to feel sorry for Wen Heng as well.
Wen Heng smiled. Although this girl was a little petty, she was a kind girl after all.
He raised his hand and rubbed the fine hair on her forehead, "Silly girl, your mother should keep it and love you well, I don't need it."
He lowered his head and ate a few mouthfuls of food, then said sullenly, "If I can't help my aunt this time, then you'd better not come to the capital again. I'm afraid..."
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