The girl looked at him blankly and asked in disbelief: "What did you say?"

"It's this stitch, why do I always sew this thread in a curved manner? How can I sew him better?" Zeppelhe asked seriously, and handed the cloth piece on his hand to her to show it.

The girl looked at her cousin in front of her, and then looked at the lines that were handed over, embroidered like earthworms. She didn't react for a long time, as if she didn't recognize him, staring at him with her eyes.

Even the third brother of the Qi family was shocked by his question, but he was also an elder after all, and he had seen many scenes. After coughing lightly, he asked in confusion: "Bai He, tell Uncle San, who told you to learn needle embroider the girl red?"

"My Master."

Zeppelhe said, looking at the cloth in his hand seriously and touching the curved lines on it. He thought that this technique was so poor. If it was his turn to sew the wound one day in the future, wouldn’t it leave a very ugly scar?

So he looked at the cousin who was staring at him again, and called out, "Cousin?"

"Cousin, what are your masters teaching you? Why do you have to shave your head and learn needlework? How can you learn from a master? What's the use of learning these? Is it because your master still wants you to help him make clothes in the future?" The girl swallowed, feeling unable to understand.

"You don't need to understand, just teach me." Zeppelhe said.

Seeing this, the girl couldn't help but look at her third uncle next to her. Seeing him nodded slightly, she said, "Yes, my mother forced me to learn for a long time. Although she was not very proficient, she could embroider better than yours. The pins would be dense if they were embroidered like this..." She took the needle and thread and taught him how to embroider.

Zeppelhe learned seriously, listened to her diverse acupuncture and embroidery techniques, and firmly wrote down what she said.

The third son of the Qi family beside him looked at his serious appearance, and his face was full of a solemn expression.

It's broken!

I don’t know what kind of teacher I worship? How did I learn how Nu Hong came? Did my father know what kind of person Bai He is? Why did he just let the young master of their family teach him so much?

In an instant, he couldn't help but think that in the future, when Bai He finished his studies, would he hold a bald head and a needle and a veil in his hand? If this is true, that would be...

No! After he goes back, he must talk to his elder brother about this and talk to his father. He can't let the child Bai He go on a wrong path!

The next morning, Tang Ning and his group set off and headed for Daluo Mountain.

The day after they left, Dr. Liu from the clinic went to see the sick child. After seeing that the child was really well, he was very surprised and recorded the medicine in the medical file...

However, the people from the Yuwen family were unable to find out the identity of the old man that Ye. It was like a pair of big hands that erased all the traces. Whenever they found something, the clues would be cut off. Therefore, the ancestor of the Yuwen family did not need to check it anymore, just raise the child safely.

At the foot of Daluo Mountain, Tang Ning and his group looked at the clouds and mist and stopped moving forward.
Chapter completed!