Teacher Jian smiled at the ladies and said warmly,""Today, we are going to learn how to make sachets. Before the holidays, I have already taught some of you and let you ladies practice diligently. I wonder if you have mastered the technique of making sachets?”
Lu Wanling and Lu Wanjing nodded together.
Lu Wanning pursed her lips and said," Master, my finger was poked by needles several times a few days ago. It still hurts!" Can I not be a sachet today?”
Teacher Jian said kindly,"In that case, Fourth Miss doesn't have to do anything today. Just watch from the side."?”
Lu Wanning smiled and thanked the Headmaster. This Lu Wanning really wouldn't let go of anyone who could slack off. Wan Qiu shook her head.
Coincidentally, he met Teacher Jian's gaze as he turned to look at Wanqiu. In his previous life, he also hated embroidery. In his memory, Teacher Jian was very kind and had never made things difficult for him. As expected, Teacher Jian said gently,""Young miss, your learning speed is already a little slow, and you've just recovered from a serious illness. Today, just like Fourth Miss, you can watch from the side and carefully observe what I teach you.”
She clearly wanted to learn properly. It seemed that the Lu Wanqiu in her previous life was really lazy. Wanqiu smiled bitterly to herself but quickly said," Thank you for your understanding, Headmaster."
It seemed that he still had to go through a gradual cycle. He could not show it all at once, especially when it came to needlework. In his previous life, he could not even embroider a sachet properly at this time. Other things could be said to have changed his personality, but this skill was something that could only be perfected with practice. He would definitely not advance by leaps and bounds.
Lu Wanning moved the chair and sat beside Lu Wanjing. She watched excitedly as Lu Wanjing made the sachet.
Wanqiu thought for a moment and sat beside Lu Wanjing, pretending to look at her carefully.
Teacher Jian's hands were naturally not idle. He sat on the chair and explained while demonstrating.
Gradually, Wan Qiu's nonchalance was replaced by amazement. Teacher Jian took out a square sized dress. On the thin and smooth white silk, there were layers of auspicious clouds, colorful birds, and flowers mixed in. The embroidery patterns were all embroidered with thread twisted from bird feathers. From a close distance, the skirt material had distinct bumps and depths, and from a distance, it was a rich and beautiful colorful brush and ink. Mother Gong's acupuncture technique was meticulous and precise. The depth of the flowers and leaves, the distance between the mountains and the water, all took great pains to change the color.
There weren't many people who could embroider like this today. This should be the leftover material of some madam when she was sewing clothes. Although the background color was luxurious, Master Jian must have put in a lot of effort when he embroidered it because it looked like a painting. Perhaps because the color was more elegant, Master Jian left it for us to make scented sachets. However, it was a pity to make scented sachets with such exquisite embroidery.
Before cutting and sewing, the first thing to do was to embroider patterns on the fabric. Only then would the sachet be more exquisite and beautiful. There weren't any strict rules for this design, it was up to everyone's preferences. Some liked flowers and birds, while others liked fish and insects. However, the embroidery on such an exquisite fabric was already extremely luxurious and exquisite. How could he add anything else?
Wanqiu didn't have time to think about it carefully. She saw that Teacher Jian didn't even need to draw the flower. He picked up the piece of cloth and embroidered orchids with ease. The orchids were delicate and beautiful, as if they were right in front of him. Dewdrops could drip down at any time. Then, he carefully cut and sewed them. In a short while, an exquisite small sachet appeared in Teacher Jian's hand. The orchids were so vivid on the paper that it was as if one could smell the fragrance of the orchids.
Wanqiu's eyes lit up and her fingers moved slightly. She had never thought that Teacher Jian's cooking was so good. As the saying went, there was a gap between two professions. Back then, Wan Qiu was not proficient in embroidery. After she got married, she practiced hard and understood some tricks. Such exquisite and detailed patterns were not difficult for her now. However, it was not easy to be as casual and relaxed as Teacher Jian. Furthermore, it would have been cumbersome to embroider anything else on that luxurious fabric, but Teacher Jian had grasped it very well, as if the orchid had already been there. It wasn't abrupt at all, and instead, it seemed more agile.
Although Lu Wanling and the others were used to the master's craftsmanship, they could not help but be amazed when they saw such a unique fragrance pouch. They sighed a few times and lowered their heads to get busy. It seemed like he was going to embroider a sachet like Teacher Jian's.
Lu Wanling carefully drew a peony that was about to bloom with a charcoal pen. Teacher Jian took a look and praised with a smile,""Second Young Miss is pure and beautiful. This flowery appearance is really well drawn! It will definitely be very beautiful."
Lu Wanling received the compliment and smiled back at the Headmaster. She was generous and polite, like a peerless peony. Peony was the king of flowers. Lu Wanling was proud, so Wanqiu's existence was bound to be an obstacle for her. She made up her mind. This sister was always suppressing her. As long as she existed, I would always be the stepwife's son. The Defender Duke's Public House's Matriarch Chen would never be my biological grandmother. It was all because of this sister's existence! There's no hurry. Mother said that she would help me plan slowly…Her expression remained unchanged, but she became more serious and focused.
Wanqiu was still marveling at Master Jian's embroidery skills and did not notice Lu Wanling's thoughts. When she heard this, she craned her neck to take a look. Although Lu Wanling's peony drawing was not as vivid as Master Jian's, it was still very spiritual. For an eleven-year-old girl, such drawing skills were not bad.
Lu Wanjing glanced at Lu Wanling and smiled faintly. She lowered her head and started drawing the picture seriously. It was a blooming rose. She really lived up to her name-peaceful years. However, no one dared to underestimate his intentions. However, in terms of drawing skills, he seemed to be slightly inferior to Lu Wanling. Although Lu Wanling's mother was born from a concubine, she was still the daughter of a noble family. She had been proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting since she was young. This was naturally not something a servant girl could compare to. Lu Wanling's advantage in terms of education was clearly shown.
Teacher Jian put down the work in his hands, looked at it, and praised it again.
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