Cold King’s Dominating Love, Genius Medical Consort

Embroidery is embroidered, and what makes people feel vomiting blood is——

This embroidery is not something that can be embroidered casually, one must be randomly selected according to the patterns engraved on the wooden door of Xiaoyaju, and embroidered stitch by stitch.

There are many patterns on the wooden door, which is very complicated at first glance, but the patterns of each part are well classified, and the patterns are drawn at random, which means that the keys to open the wooden door are different.

"I'll go!" Qingling looked at the rules clearly engraved on a wooden tablet in front of Sandalwood Xiaoyaju, and couldn't help cursing: "Which pervert set this door opening rule? I don't believe it." You can’t get in without embroidery—”

As he said that, Qing Ling had already rolled up his sleeves, drew his sword out of its sheath, and slashed towards the wooden door majesticly.

"Bang bang bang!!!"

A series of loud bangs instantly broke the tranquility here.

Each of Qingling's sword slashes is powerful enough, powerful enough, and loud enough.

However, no matter how hard she used her moves, it was like thunder and rain, but the wooden door was still intact, without any impact.

"How could this be?" Qingling was depressed and unwilling to give up, and Qi suddenly gathered on the blade.

"Forget it." Mu Ziling sighed helplessly, and resigned to his fate: "Since the regulations are so, it's useless for us to waste all our efforts, it's futile."

Qingling understood what Mu Ziling meant.

Since entering the Central Prosperous Age, they have climbed mountains and waded through all kinds of difficulties and obstacles, which is the proof of Chiguoguo... It is useless and non-existent to find shortcuts by opportunism.

"Then what should I do?" Qingling was a little anxious, tangled and said without exaggeration: "I learned a little embroidery a long time ago, but it's not even an introduction. If I were asked to embroider a dragon, I might not Embroider it into an earthworm."

After a pause, Qingling stared at Mu Ziling, holding a little hope in her heart: "Little Lingzi, you are so smart and powerful, I think you must—"

Before Qingling could finish her praise, Mu Ziling quickly waved her hands, and spread her hands with a wry smile: "Don't say... I can't even compare to yours, and I can't even embroider earthworms."

Mu Ziling, who was afraid of needles, said in his heart at this moment——

If she was asked to hold gold and silver needles, she would definitely have them in hand, but with embroidery needles... her hands would shake!

Hearing the conversation between the two, two undisguised laughter came from the flowers involuntarily.

"Hahaha... I laughed so hard, haha..." Ouyang Wanrou held her belly and laughed out of breath: "Haha... I don't even know how to embroider earthworms. I don't know how His Royal Highness Qi can read them." For a woman like you, I will say that you are the reincarnation of a vixen, and you must rely on your own vixenity to seduce His Royal Highness Qi Wang."

Bai Yixue also laughed sarcastically: "Mu Ziling, aren't you omnipotent? Is this a mistake? Sister Ouyang is right, I think your vicious vigor is stronger than my blood-yin peony, It's amazing."

"Believe it or not, I tore your mouths off!" Qing Ling was furious.

Ouyang Wanrou smiled coldly, with a sneer in her smile: "A vixen is a vixen, and trash is trash. If you dare to come out, don't be afraid of people talking about it."

Bai Yixue mocked: "That's right, if you are still a little self-aware, you know how to retreat here, and get out of here quickly, don't disturb us here, waste our time."

Mu Ziling looked at the faces of the two of them quietly, with a light smile on the corner of her mouth.

Then, she turned her head and said to Qingling who was already ready to kill, "Little girl, you have to be calm in everything, there are usually only two kinds of people who will slander you, one is a wimp, and the other It's a woman who is not as good as you, and people who are stronger than you don't bother to talk to you, so..."

"I understand, I understand." Hearing this, Qingling lost most of her anger, nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and continued Mu Ziling's words: "I like to be the third kind of person, don't worry, I won't do anything , Afraid of getting dirty."

Once again, Ouyang Wan and Bai Yixue, who listened to the conversation between the two without missing a word, the smile on their faces disappeared instantly, replaced by something as ugly as if it had been splashed with dung.

But it was Ouyang Wanrou and Bai Yixue who continued to yell and sneer, Mu Ziling and Qing Ling turned a deaf ear to them, ignored them, and concentrated on researching and thinking about the difficulties of the century ahead.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the difficulty of the century.

Mu Ziling just casually glanced at the pattern drawn by Ouyang Wanrou, it should be the most difficult and complicated one on this door - a hundred birds chasing a phoenix.

Although Bai Niao Zhao Feng is complicated, Ouyang Wanrou seems to be very proficient in this skill, and every stitch and thread is vivid in her hands.

According to the instructions on the wooden tablet, Mu Ziling randomly drew a picture of Suyin Miao Nu from the wooden box next to her. The picture showed a woman with a piano.

Qingling drew a picture of Yinggeyanyanwu, which is simply a tree branch with a few birds.

The luck of the two of them was not bad, the patterns they drew were not that complicated and complicated, it should be said that they were the two simplest patterns on the door.

It's a pity that no matter how lucky you are, no matter how simple the pattern is, if you meet them who don't know anything about embroidery, how can you use it as a ball?

Can encounter such, have to admit.

Mu Ziling and Qing Ling carried the copying map and embroidery tools, and walked to a place "away from the dust".

After the two put down their things, they sat cross-legged and faced each other, each other's expressions were a kind of indescribable sadness.

Qingling put all the embroidery tools in front of her, and scratched her head depressedly: "I only know what these things are, but I don't know where to start."

"At least you still know what they are, I can't even call them complete." Mu Ziling's face was drooping, and his heart was full of bitterness.

Now it's true that these embroidery tools know her, she doesn't seem to know them, other than staring at them, she's still staring at them.

If it wasn't for the situation, she really wanted to go back home.

Seeing that Mu Ziling was discouraged, Qingling puffed up her chest, and immediately became full of ambition: "Little Lingzi, don't be discouraged, come, let me teach you."

Hearing this, Mu Ziling was almost about to be laughed out of anger.

Qingling knows nothing about embroidery art, and she can't even shake a needle, can she still embroider a great masterpiece?

Before Mu Ziling could say anything, Qing Ling had already picked up a piece of white brocade cloth and put it on the embroidery frame, and was doing a demonstration in an orderly manner: "See? Put it on like this, and then you can start embroidery."

Seeing Qing Ling's serious and serious appearance, without adulteration at all, Mu Ziling pulled the corners of her lips, really couldn't bear to expose it.

Two embroidery idiots get together, there is no worst, only worse, it's really hard for Qingling to be able to bear her temper, and teach her so seriously.

"Okay, I'll try." Mu Ziling suppressed a smile, and followed suit.

Mu Ziling knew in her heart, let's not talk about the embroidery skills of the two of them, but just talking about the thing embroidered out of this impromptu hug, they would definitely not be able to enter this wooden door.

Therefore, we must find another way.

But if this is the case, what else can they do?

Time passed little by little...

It's been so long that Ouyang Wanrou and Bai Yixue entered Xiaoyaju arrogantly from in front of them with her perfect embroidery.

During this time, Qingling guided step by step carefully, and Mu Ziling also learned step by step seriously.

But no matter how serious Mu Ziling studied and how careful she was, she still couldn't help being pricked by the needle, and the instant and instant pain made her break out in a cold sweat.

At the end, Mu Ziling really shook her hands, and fiddled with the brocade cloth with an embroidery needle.

Mu Ziling is not a person who retreats in the face of difficulties and gives up easily.

But in the end, she was afraid of needles. After Mu Ziling gritted her teeth, braced herself, endured the pain of being pricked by a needle, and forcibly embroidered something that was not sure if it was a human head or a ghost face, she just let go. dry.

Qingling saw that the process of Mu Ziling's embroidery seemed to be more painful than going to the execution ground, so she couldn't bear to force her to learn again.

Seeing that Mu Ziling was drenched in cold sweat, and the gloves he was wearing were all torn, Qingling felt even more distressed, and finally took all the embroidery work onto himself.

As for Qingling doing all the work by herself, Mu Ziling looked at the half-embroidered embroidery in her hands, just smiled, didn't speak, just sat and waited quietly, thinking about things.

I don't know how much time has passed--

"Look, little Lingzi, I'm done embroidering, and it's going to be—" Qing Ling hung the embroidery that she worked so hard to embroider in front of Mu Ziling: "How is it?"

Well……

Mu Ziling stared fixedly at what Qing Ling embroidered stitch by stitch, not knowing how to evaluate it.

All she knew was that when she saw Qingling's embroidery, she really believed what she had said before - mighty and domineering dragons would be embroidered into earthworms.

I saw a bright and beautiful picture of Yinggeyanwu, that is, a few birds on a tree branch, after Qingling's hands, it turned into a huge chicken claw, with a few fat chickens standing on it, and a few chickens underneath. shit.

Mu Ziling casually glanced at the original picture, only to realize that it was not chicken feces, but flowers that adorned the scenery.

Chicken feet, **** shit, everything in a row.

So realistic, so vivid...

After these eight words appeared in Mu Ziling's mind, the corners of his mouth twitched almost imperceptibly, and then he rolled his eyes a little unbearably.

Then she thought that she was also a beautiful face, but she embroidered it into a devil's face. Facing Qing Ling's serious question about her, Mu Ziling really didn't have the nerve to find fault with her.

Seeing Mu Ziling's gloomy expression, looking as if she was giving up on herself, Qing Ling, who was full of confidence, patted her on the shoulder and comforted her: "Little Lingzi is fine, it's more than enough than the top, you wait here Wait, I'll try it out and see if it works."

Mu Ziling covered his eyes and waved his hands: "Go, go."

Qingling ran over excitedly.

Standing in front of the wooden door, she took her own embroidery and matched it to the carvings of Yingge Yanwu on the door.

But the wooden door didn't suck in the embroidery for a moment like Ouyang Wanrou and the others did before, and then opened it.

Why not?

Qingling didn't give up, she put it horizontally for a while, and put it vertically for a while...

In the end, all the shapes that can be placed from a piece of cloth are placed in Qing Ling's hands.

You don't need to look, Mu Ziling can imagine Qingling's expression after trying it...