"Really?" Qiu Yuan's eyes lit up, "Don't you really think I'm ugly?" Xu Sanchun is a fairy-like existence in her heart. Xu Sanchun's recognition is very important to her.

Xu Sanchun laughed, "Where are you ugly?"

Longan people are as their name are really round, but they are not fat enough to be bloated. In modern terms, it is a standard fat figure, not overweight.

She has a lively eyes, small facial features, and very cute. If she wants to be in a modern high school, she is obviously a young and lively beautiful girl.

Longan nodded heavily and became happy.

"Sister Sanchun, what class will you take tomorrow? I feel that this place is so mysterious." Before entering, the Jinmao Mansion was a mysterious place for the people. When she entered the embroidery school, the mystery did not diminish, but became stronger and stronger.

Xu Sanchun nodded and was about to say something when footsteps sounded outside the door, and Wu Jing appeared beside the door.

"What are you talking about? It's so lively."

"Sister Wu is here, please come in quickly." Xu Sanchun stood up to greet her.

She brewed a pot of tea again, and the three of them sat together and talked about the past and a half years of experience. They were slightly excited about the upcoming life of embroidery.

"Why don't we go out for a walk?" Xu Sanchun suggested that you can't go to the back garden, but there are no taboos in front of you. There is also a not-small garden near the embroiderers' residence, which is most suitable for relaxation.

When I got there, I saw that not only the three of them, but also several embroiderers also walked together.

Birds of a feather flock together. Humans are flocking animals. As long as there are people, they will spontaneously form their own small groups wherever they go. In just less than two days, they will have people with similar temperaments and can talk to each other.

After returning to Bingshe, it was time for dinner.

Longyuan looked at Xu Sanchun expectantly and said, "We'd better come to you to have a meal together?" She didn't want to eat alone, which always reminded her of her aunt.

Xu Sanchun is naturally fine, and it is fun to have three people together to eat.

Guiyuan and Wu Jing walked towards Xu Sanchun's room with food boxes. When they passed by Bing Er, Wang Lichai's dissatisfied screams came from inside, "Look, you're so fat, you still eat!"

Wang Lichai was so hungry that her chest was pressed against her back, and she wanted to pounce on her and snatch the food box from Longan's hand.

This time, Longyuan ignored her and walked straight like Bingyi, siring: "That's much better than some people who don't have food!"

Wang Lichai became more and more angry. Unexpectedly, this humble little concubine actually learned to talk back. Xu Sanchun laughed loudly. Such longan was so cute.

Hearing the laughter and joy coming from the next room, Wang Lichai was so angry that she pulled out a hole in the silk squid in her hand.

It was the first day and there was no formal class. In order to save her energy, she had been lying on the bed after lunch break, enduring the burning sensation from her stomach.

She had never experienced this feeling of hunger in her life. Only then did Wang Licha realize that compared to this feeling, what to eat has become less important, and whether or not it is important.

She wanted to fall asleep again, and she could forget her empty stomach when she fell asleep. Unfortunately, how could she still sleep?

No! I can't just sit there and wait for death.

Wang Lichai turned over and sat up, reached out and took out a purse from the low cabinet at the bedside, and walked out. After a while, she returned to the room with satisfaction.

As the dusk was over, the embroidered women in Bings had finished washing and were about to go to bed to rest. Suddenly, the sound of gongs and drums of "Bangbang" sounded outside the door.

"What's wrong?"

Everyone was shocked and confused, and only heard the voice of Madam Tian from outside the door, "I'm here, please come out."

They didn't dare to be disrespectful, so they hurriedly put on their dresses and came outside.

Wen Zhiyi was standing in front of Han Shuang with her hands behind her back. Madam Tian and Jinrong followed her, both of them looking serious.

What happened?

The embroidered women looked at each other, and were in amazement. Wang Lichai hesitated, and the other embroidered women turned pale, and the hands placed beside her couldn't help but clenched into fists, trembling uncontrollably.

When everyone stood still, Wen Zhiyi said in a deep voice: "It seems that you still haven't taken the rules of embroidery to heart."

Today, when leading everyone to familiarize themselves with the terrain, Xiaoyu told them the rules of embroidery.

In fact, these rules are similar to those of Xu Sanchun in modern schools. For example, when attending classes on time, you must not engage in favoritism, dress according to regulations, destroy the property of embroidery, and eat outside. However, the rules are set more meticulously.

There are two differences and they are also particularly important.

One is that you are not allowed to enter the back garden without the permission of your mother; the other is that everything in the embroidery, especially the method of practicing magic power of the embroidery girl, must not be disclosed to anyone except the embroidery.

No matter which of these two items is, they will be the same word "death".

Moreover, the severity of the plot is different. The lightest plot is the most enjoyable hang. If it is serious, the death situation will be terrible. Just looking at the punishment makes people shudder.

At this moment, the night was shrouded in the courtyard, and only the lanterns in Jinrong's hand radiated light, illuminating the place in a small area. The atmosphere was solemn, and the word "rules" was even a bit terrifying.

The embroidered ladies shrank and waited for the thunder that was about to drop.

Wen Zhiyi's eyes slowly swept across everyone, stopped on Wang Lichai, and said coldly: "Wang Lichai, don't you admit your mistake?"

Under such high pressure, Wang Lichai was already trembling all over. When she was pointed at her name, she knelt down on the ground and said tremblingly: "Madam, I don't know where I was wrong?"

"You still dare to be stubborn!" Wen Zhiyi pointed another name, "Zhou Fangchi."

The embroidery girl she pointed at was the one with a pale face before. She cried out with a "wow" and fell to the ground, kowtowing and admitting her mistakes, "Taitai Mom, I shouldn't have given my supper to Wang Xiuniang, I was wrong!"

So that's the case.

Everyone felt relieved, and this had nothing to do with them. Looking at the two kneeling on the ground, their eyes turned into pity.

I wonder how my mother would punish them?

Tomorrow is the first day of embroidery class. I think I won’t punish too much, otherwise it will affect the effectiveness of the class.

Xu Sanchun didn't think so in her heart. She always felt that things were not that simple.

According to her experience in modern times, when she first arrived at a new school, she had naughty students who violated the regulations, which happened to be used to create typical examples. What is this called killing chickens for monkeys to show.

Wang Lichai was fined for two days without knowing that the world was so strong that she had been fined for two days. She had to wait for another one more day, but she was smart again.

Depending on the situation, she hit the typical muzzle of a tree.
Chapter completed!