Xie Ning made the socks, fearing that there would be any discomfort, such as threads that might itch, so he put his hands in and tried them out.
They felt quite comfortable.
After trying it she felt a little weird.
These are socks.
She put her hand in to try them on.
She didn't feel anything at all just now, but now the more she thinks about them, the weirder they become.
But if she was asked to put her feet in and try, she didn't have the courage.
When the socks were handed over to the emperor, the emperor was very pleased and tried them on on the spot.
Xie Ning knelt down on the couch, took off the emperor's original socks, and put on the new socks he made for him.
This was her first time helping someone put on their shoes and socks, so she was very unfamiliar.
While tying the Emperor's garter belt, she thought, Fortunately, the Emperor's feet don't stink at all.
"Are you still dressed?"
she asked.
The emperor moved his feet left and right, nodded and said, "Not bad, very comfortable."
Xie Ning smiled: "As long as it's comfortable, even though I tried it on, I'm still afraid it won't fit the emperor after he puts it on."
The emperor was curious: "Have you tried it?"
Xie Ning found that he was talking too fast and hurriedly explained: "I tried it with my hands."
This time the emperor's expression became even weirder.
Xie Ning felt that it might not be appropriate for him to speak today.
The more he spoke, the more he made mistakes, so he simply lowered his head and remained silent.
The emperor suppressed his laughter, praised the socks again, and then said, "It's just a little bad."
As expected, Xie Ning immediately raised his head nervously: "What's wrong?"
"Did you only make one pair?"
The emperor asked her very dissatisfied: "How can I replace it?
I must make at least five pairs."
Five pairs is the minimum Xie Ning felt his eyes go dark and almost spit out a mouthful of blood.
But she really couldn't afford to offend the man in front of her, so she could only tactfully stretch out her hand to show the emperor: "Look."
The emperor picked up her hand and looked at it carefully.
Snow-white and pink, it is indeed as praised in the poem, "the hands are like catkins, and the skin is like gelatin".
The fingertips were slightly red, as if there were plum-pink petals on the snow.
"My concubine is not very skilled.
When she made a pair like this, her fingers would become swollen even if she pinched the needle."
This is no exaggeration.
Making socks this time was more difficult than making sachets last time.
Although I had the guidance of a famous teacher and I was very serious, my fingers, which had not been holding needles and threads for a long time, could bear such a heavy workload all of a sudden without paying some price. .
Xie Ning continued: "I don't mean to be lazy.
If the emperor feels that these socks are suitable for wear, then I will continue to do the work.
It is just that I am very slow in doing the work, so the emperor has to be patient and wait."
When she said this, the emperor suddenly felt distressed.
He looked at and touched her hand, and blew on it gently: "Does it hurt too much?"
In fact, the pain is not severe at all.
Xie Ning's face turned red and he shook his head quickly: "It doesn't hurt anymore."
"Don't tell lies, how could it not hurt that my fingers are connected to my heart?"
The emperor said, "When I was practicing calligraphy when I was a child, my fingers and wrists became swollen and I couldn't even hold chopsticks.
I know this pain."
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Xie Ning became even more uneasy.
Her pain was not as exaggerated as the emperor said, that is, it stung when she took the needle, but she didn't feel much if she didn't take the needle.
Her attention was attracted by what the emperor said.
"How old was the emperor at that time?"
"I'm six years old," the emperor thought for a moment: "I studied later than others, and others had already written neatly and neatly.
When I stroked my pen, the horizontal strokes became as thick and thin as a worm.
It was really ugly.
Can’t see anyone.”
"But the emperor's handwriting is very good now.
He must have suffered a lot."
Because the emperor urged her to practice calligraphy, taught her some techniques step by step, and gave her calligraphy stickers to practice with, Xie Ning knew very well how the emperor's handwriting was.
As the saying goes, only by enduring hardship can one become a master.
The emperor is undoubtedly the number one person in the world, so he must have suffered more than others can imagine.
"It's hard to get started, but I'll realize the secret as I write.
It's like suddenly receiving enlightenment from a god.
After that, my writing becomes better."
The emperor said: "Buddhists often talk about sudden enlightenment.
In fact, it's not just about Buddhism, it's about many things."
In fact, the word "enlightenment" makes sense. " Xie Ning said with a smile: "I hope that I can be enlightened as the emperor said earlier.
Whether it is a calligrapher or a female artist, it would be nice to have something I can use."
The emperor slowly approached with a smile and whispered something in her ear.
He said: "Don't worry, even if you still can't do anything in the end, I won't dislike you."
These words were said with tenderness, but Xie Ning felt weird hearing them.
Then she was kissed hard, and she really had no time to think about other things.
It took a long time before Xie Ning came up with the meaning of those words.
The emperor is clearly looking down on others.
Why is she bound to learn nothing?
For this, she really had to work hard, no matter what it was, she had to become famous.
Not to mention Xie Ning's determination, the days go by so fast, it can be said that there is no sun and moon in the palace, and the year is unknown in the cold and heat.
The west wind blew one after another, quietly blowing the green leaves to yellow, and the yellow leaves fell.
There was another birthday party on the tenth day of October.
This time Xie Ning received a post, it was Concubine Lin Shu's birthday, and he specially ordered someone to send the post to Yingxiang Pavilion.
In the second year after the emperor ascended the throne, Queen Wang died of illness.
Since the Queen's death, there have only been two high-ranking concubines in the palace.
One is Concubine Yang Xian, and the other is Concubine Lin Shu.
Concubine Xian was frail and sick, and spent more than half of the year recuperating behind closed doors.
Xie Ning had seen these two concubines when he first entered the palace and was selected.
It can't be said that she has seen them before.
At that time, she did not dare to raise her head to look at the noble people who could decide her fate, life and death with one word.
She only heard their voices.
Concubine Xian's voice was very low, which sounded like she was out of breath and very weak.
Concubine Shu's voice was clear and melodious, but her impression seemed to be one of indifference, and she felt like she was a very difficult person to get close to.
As for what happened later, Xie Ning, a small and insignificant talent, had no relationship or contact with the high-ranking concubine.
This time Concubine Shu will send a message to her on her birthday, so you don’t have to guess the meaning behind it.
This means that Xie Ning is no longer the penniless young talent he was before.
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She has been blessed with honors and favors in the past few months and has been promoted to the first level.
She was not invited to Chen Jieyu's birthday party last time because the two had a grudge.
This time, Concubine Shu's invitation was just a statement, telling Xie Ning and others clearly that Xie Ning had been recognized by the circle she represented.
As for where Xie Ning can go in the future, no one can say clearly.
It depends on her future destiny.
The second update is here.
Stupid nest also wants to become a KKK member, but 2K has become a habit. :3》: