A Fully-Leveled Bigshot Builds a Farm with Her Family After Transmigrating

  Chapter 266 Her Young Years

  The imperial concubine will definitely not go to the ground.

  She took Liu Xiaoxiao home and taught with Wei Xiaoqi.

  She taught a needle method from the south of the Yangtze River, which is very suitable for embroidering handkerchiefs. This needle method is often matched with bold colors, which is refreshing.

  Looking at the woman with lowered eyebrows and serious sideways asking her for advice, Shen Nanwei pointed out gently.

  Liu Xiaoxiao embroiders for a long time, Wei Xiaoqi has a solid foundation, and the two have their own strengths.

  In the room, there was only a slight friction sound of the long thread passing through the fabric for a while.

  Shen Nanwei thought of her master.

  Many years ago, she was embroidering with fabric in a spacious room, and the master danced beside her when she had nothing to do.

  Master would not blame her, but would take her hand and touch the fabric to create a beautiful plum blossom print.

  Master held her hand as if she was holding Miao'er.

  Master's hands are also very soft.

   "Auntie."

   Thoughts were recalled, Shen Nanwei raised her voice at the end, "Huh?"

   It turned out that Liu Xiaoxiao was going home when the time came.

  Shen Nanwei is not a polite person, she only asked Wei Xiaoqi to send people to the door, but she has memories of the past.

  I have memories of those years when I was an imperial concubine.

  I have memories of those years when I was a boudoir girl.

   Those years of being domineering.

  Those naughty years...

   "...mother fell asleep."

   "Call her to eat?"

   "Forget it, save some food to keep warm, mother is very angry when she wakes up..."

   The conversation faded away, there was a creaking sound, and the door was shut tightly.

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   "Are you going to see Xiao Shen?" Lu Jingzhi nodded without hesitation, "Okay, I will lead the way."

  Shen Nanwei coughed twice, and winked at her: "Secretly."

  Lu Jingzhi finally understood.

   It's not a confession.

   is to continue to haunt the dog.

   "Yeah, good!" Lu Jingzhi responded readily.

   "But..." Shen Nanwei was melancholy, "How can I ensure that I can see my little **** without being discovered?"

  His two guards are not vegetarians.

  Lu Jingzhi hesitated, "Didn't Mother say that you look different from before?"

   is not the same.

  But Shen Nanwei didn't want to have another heart attack experience at Xu Shulou's place.

   "According to my observation, every morning, the little cutie will go around the town twice to buy food and go back. At this time, Xiaomu is guarding Xiaoshen, and every night..." Lu Jingzhi can be said to have pulled out the route of the two of them.

The mother and daughter got together to discuss the battle plan, and Jiang Wunian, who was passing by, hesitated for a moment, "Do you have to go to his small courtyard to see it? Maybe I can ask my second sister to take him out for shopping. Mom is on the second floor of our dessert shop to look down. "

  Two people: "..."

   Brain short circuit.

  On the same day, Lu Jingzhi knocked on the door of the small courtyard with cat cakes on his head.

  A tuft of cat cake hair fluttered in the wind, and it looked pretty good on her head, as if children often put the hair **** from their clothes on their heads to learn how to play in ancient costumes.

   "I ate a bowl of rice porridge this morning, and I also ate a plate of mini steamed buns that you brought yesterday." The young man spoke warmly and gently, and said seriously.

  Yan Qingzhui thought the little girl was here to investigate—well, she mumbled the word.

   Unexpectedly, the little girl wanted to take him out to play.

"My dessert shop has a new product, and I want to bring it to you, but it's not as delicious as the freshly made one." Lu Jingzhi sent her invitation, "You want to go to the shop with me to eat freshly baked purple potato cakes, Mille-feuille cake and milk tea?"

  Yan Qingzhui nodded in agreement after a little hesitation, and his hair swayed slightly with his movements, brushing his cheeks, making the young man's beautifully curved, unedged cheeks more tender and jade-like.

  (end of this chapter)