After the death of the host: the tyrant cried red eyes

At first, her fingers were clumsy and she made many mistakes, causing the silk thread to become tangled in her hands, making her laugh and cry.

But whenever she thought of Xiao Yi's surprised expression when she received this hand-woven gift, she would gather her energy and practice over and over again until late at night.

The moonlight shines through the window and falls on her focused face, adding a touch of tenderness to the quiet night.

Time passed quietly at her fingertips, and Shen Bingning's skills improved unknowingly.

From her initial clumsiness to her later proficiency, every knot and every thread embodied her deep emotions and expectations for Xiao Yi.

Finally, on the eve of Chinese Valentine's Day, Shen Bingning completed the necklace that she had poured countless efforts into.

Although it is not perfect, it is full of affection, and every detail reveals her cherishment and expectations for this relationship.

That night, the starry sky was bright and the Milky Way stretched across the sky. Shen Bingning stood in front of Xiao Yi, holding the carefully woven necklace in her hand, with a shy yet determined light flashing in her eyes.

She whispered, "Happy Chinese Valentine's Day. This is the gift I prepared for you."

At that moment, a hint of surprise flashed across Xiao Yi's eyes, and then turned into deep emotion.

He took the necklace and looked at it carefully, as if he could feel Shen Bingning's warmth and thoughtfulness from it.

Although this gift is not as valuable as the rare treasures in the palace, it is more meaningful and heartwarming.

"Thank you, this is the most precious gift I have ever received."

Xiao Yi gently stroked the necklace, his eyes falling tenderly on Shen Bingning. There was no need for more words between the two of them. The tacit understanding and affection had grown quietly, like the brightest star in the night sky, illuminating each other's world.

Shen Bingning spoke softly, with an elusive confusion between her brows, as if there was a wisp of smoke-like thoughts circling in her mind, but she could never reach that forgotten corner.

"My lady, if you continue to be so absent-minded, this magpie pattern will probably turn into an ordinary sparrow under your needle!"

Lu Zhong stood aside, with a gentle smile on her lips and a concerned gleam in her eyes, and reminded softly.

"Yeah, got it."

Shen Bingning smiled slightly, put aside the vague confusion for the time being, took a deep breath, and refocused on the embroidery in front of her, as if she was engaging in a silent contest with the disobedient silver needle.

The silver needle in her hand was like a dancing elf between the fingers of the embroiderer, light and precise. However, once it fell into Shen Bingning's hands, it became as clumsy as a beginner, repeatedly deviating from the predetermined trajectory.

She gritted her teeth and thrust the needle tip into the fabric with all her might, as if she was trying to tame this little, disobedient friend.

"Ouch!"

With a slight exclamation, the silver needle took advantage of her distraction to leave a small red mark on her fingertips, like a dazzling ruby ​​blooming on her fair skin.

"My lady, are you okay?!"

Lu Zhong's face turned pale instantly, and he rushed forward to check. Seeing the tiny drops of blood, his anxiety was beyond words, "It's bleeding! I'll go get the doctor right away!"

"It's just a flesh wound, no need to make a fuss."

Shen Bingning smiled gently, her eyes never leaving the embroidery in her hands. Her persistence and concentration seemed as if she wanted to shorten the distance between herself and home through her efforts between needle and thread.

Although several days of practice did not make her a master of embroidery, the countless clashes between the silver needle and the fingertips made even Lu Zhong, who was watching from the sidelines, feel distressed. Repeated persuasions failed to shake Shen Bingning's determination.

Lu Zhong secretly sighed in his heart that the Queen's love for the Emperor was as deep as the ocean and could not be measured.

As night fell, candlelight danced in the room, burning out one by one. Under the careful instruction of the embroiderer, Shen Bingning finally completed a slightly immature light-colored purse on the eve of the Chinese Valentine's Day.

Although the lines on the purse are slightly crooked, they are full of her thoughts.

"Luzhong, isn't this purse too plain?"

Shen Bing stared at the work in her hands, feeling somewhat uneasy.

"Of course not!" Although Lu Zhong looked tired from staying up late, his tone was full of determination, "The emperor will be delighted when he sees the purse made by the queen herself!"

"I hope so."

Shen Bingning carefully put away the purse, a gentle smile appeared on her lips, "I'm going out for a while, you don't have to follow me."

"Yes, ma'am."

Lu Zhong bowed respectfully, knowing in her heart that the Queen was doing this to give the Emperor a surprise and that she did not want to disturb this private romance.

It was late at night, and Shen Bingning walked towards the study according to the route she remembered, but her heart was inexplicably filled with ripples.

What if the emperor doesn't accept it? She thought as she walked, taking out her purse from time to time to examine it. The more she looked at it, the more she felt that her craftsmanship was mediocre.

Just as she was hesitating, a figure suddenly appeared in front of her. Before Shen Bingning could react, she bumped into him.

"Ouch!"

It was as if her head had hit a hard stone wall. The pain made Shen Bingning cry out. She rubbed her forehead and the purse in her hand accidentally fell.

"I was walking in a hurry and accidentally bumped into Your Majesty. I hope Your Majesty will forgive me."

A cool and steady voice sounded, unexpectedly pleasant to the ears.

Shen Bingning forgot the pain for a moment and looked up. It was Shangguan Yi, who was so heroic on the battlefield.

"It's okay. I was distracted myself."

She waved her hands and suddenly realized that her hands were empty. She looked down and saw the purse lying quietly on the ground.

Shangguan Yi followed her line of sight and spotted the purse. He immediately bent down to pick it up and gently brushed away the dust on it with his broad palm. The subtle friction sound was particularly clear in the quiet night, causing Shen Bingning's heart to tighten inexplicably.

"My lady, this is for you."

Shangguan Yi handed the clean purse back to her.

"Thank you."

Shen Bingning took the purse and was about to leave in a hurry, but she seemed to be thinking about something, so she stopped and seemed to be hesitant to speak.

"What else do you want, madam?"

Shangguan Yi keenly noticed her hesitation and asked in a gentle voice.

Shen Bingning shyly unfolded her purse and asked Shangguan Yi softly, "General Luo, what do you think of this purse?"

Shangguan Yi examined the crudely crafted purse, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly, as if he was looking for the right words:

"This……"

Shen Bingning took a deep breath and encouraged, "General Luo, you can go ahead and talk."

After getting permission, Shangguan Yi nodded and answered honestly: "It's indeed not very beautiful."

Shen Bingning's heart tightened, as if being pricked by a needle.

She knew Shangguan Yi's straightforwardness, but she didn't expect him to be so frank.

She was unwilling to give up and handed the purse forward again:

"General, could you take a closer look to see if there is anything special?"

Shangguan Yi had no expression on his face and shook his head firmly: "No."

Shen Bingning's last glimmer of hope was shattered, and she managed a bitter smile: "It's okay, thank you, General."