Re-embroidering life

In the previous life, when Shui Qinghua met Tang Fu, she was already terminally ill. Tang Fu came to visit the old lady, and they met once. At that time, Tang Fu was in her thirties, charming and enchanting, with the charm of a mature woman. Now Tang Fu is younger and brighter.

If Ji Zimo's inner demon is Qianzhou, then her inner demon is Tang Fu. It was the despair before his death in the previous life that left a deep impression on her.

When Ji Zimo saw Shui Qinghua, he felt like he had seen a savior. His expression visibly relaxed. He took a few steps to Shui Qinghua, held her arm and asked with concern: "You don't look well, are you carsick?"

Shui Qinghua forced a smile and shook her head.

Tang Fu kept looking her up and down, and his gaze made her very uncomfortable.

Dong Yajing was such a smart person that she had seen everything. Although she didn't know who the woman opposite her was, she felt that she was not friendly, so she took a half step forward to block her sight.

Tang Fu then noticed Dong Yajing and was secretly surprised. She had always been proud of her beauty. Not to mention in Jiangxia, even if she married to a place like Jiangnan where there were so many beautiful women, her face would not lose. The girl in front of him not only had a stunning appearance and a strong bookish air, but also had a noble air, not like someone from an ordinary official family. The most enviable thing was her youth, her delicate skin, her rosy complexion, her thick hair like clouds, and the clear eyes that belonged only to young girls.

What an outstanding girl, who is she and how come she is familiar with that woman? Tang Fu thought.

What a difficult woman, her gentle eyes hide a sharp edge, Dong Yajing thought.

Tang Fu stopped looking at Dong Yajing, walked around her, and walked in front of Shui Qinghua. With his eyes rolling, he asked Ji Zimo in a gentle voice: "Brother Zimo, this is my sister-in-law, right?"

"Brother Zimo?" Shui Qinghua sneered at Ji Zimo. Ji Zimo was shocked and looked at Tang Fu seriously: "Miss Tang is right, this is my wife." He said to Shui Qinghua: "I'll help you go in and rest." After that, he ignored Tang Fu and went straight to the inner room.

Tang Fu looked at the backs of the couple and smiled coldly. At this time, Tang Hao happened to pass by and saw Tang Fu. He ran over in surprise and said, "Sister, why are you here?"

"If you can come, why can't I?" Tang Fu rolled his eyes at his brother.

"No, this is so embarrassing." Tang Hao scratched his head, "Sister, when you come back, please don't provoke Brother Zimo. It won't sound good if it gets out."

"I'm your elder sister, do I need your guidance? I know my limits." Tang Fu looked around the exhibition hall and smiled, "I think this place is a bit deserted. It's not too much for me to show my support to an old friend."

After saying that, she walked over to the embroidered painting and glanced at Tang Hao. "You will be the one hosting the auction today. I want to bid on this one. Please register."

Tang Hao was at a loss. "Sister," he lowered his voice and leaned close to Tang Fu's ear, "This was embroidered by Brother Zimo's wife."

"What I want is the one she embroidered." Tang Fu smiled gently.

Tang Hao had always been afraid of this elder sister, so he had no choice but to nod resignedly.

After a morning of exhibitions, some people thought it was a rare opportunity and quickly notified their classmates to come. Word spread quickly, and the third floor of Zhenjiang Pavilion was gradually packed. By the evening, half of Echeng County knew that Ji Zimo, the former top talent in Jiangxia, had returned with his heavyweight paintings.

Tang Hao was finally relieved. With so many people coming, he could always sell a few paintings, so the scene wouldn't be too embarrassing. Ji Zimo didn't want to sell at a low price, so he set a starting price of 100 taels of silver for each painting, which was equivalent to the annual expenses of an ordinary family. This threshold alone stopped more than half of the people.

He was about to announce the official start of the auction when a servant came with news that the second-rank Lady of Tanghua County had arrived with her husband.

For the local people, the Jiangxia prefect of the fourth rank was already the highest official they could imagine, so how high would a second rank be?

When the county lady and Mr. Dong were welcomed in with great respect, some older scholars discovered that the county lady's husband was the world-famous Mr. Dong!

When Ji Zimo heard that his master and his wife were coming, he had already brought Shui Qinghua to the door to greet them and paid them respects. Dong Yajing ran to her mother, and the mother and daughter held hands and talked.

Tang Fu, who was watching from the sidelines, finally realized that the beautiful girl was the daughter of the county lady and Dong Daru, and Ji Zimo was actually Dong Daru's last disciple. She sighed quietly. She had long known that Brother Zimo was extremely talented and would never be buried. It was a pity that neither her family nor her brother listened to her, and she had never been able to decide her own marriage.

Ji Zimo invited his master and his wife to sit in the private room. Whether it was him or Qinghua, his master and his wife treated him like their own children and supported him with all their might. He didn't know how to repay this kindness.

"Teacher, you haven't recovered yet, why are you here?" Ji Zimo felt distressed when he saw Dong Daru's pale and haggard face. The trip to Qianzhou was a torture for him as a young man, not to mention Dong Daru who was already over 40 years old. As soon as he returned to Jiangxia, he fell ill and had a high fever.

"I can still hold on," Dong Daru waved his hand. "You have contributed to Qianzhou, and as your teacher, I have to do something too."

Ji Zimo was silent. Qianzhou, Qingyuzui, the untouchable pain in the heart, only the master and the apprentice could understand.

The crowd heard that Ji Zimo was the last disciple of Dong Daru, and their impression of him was raised to a new level. This person is both talented and has a strong master, so he has a promising future. If we bid on his paintings at a low price today, who knows how many times the price will be in the future?

Thinking of this, many people were eager to try. Although one hundred taels was a lot, there were many small merchants and officials who could afford it.

The auction officially began. Two pieces were sold quickly, one for 500 taels and the other for 600 taels. The atmosphere in the venue became more and more heated. People will be infected and motivated. When someone competes with you for the same thing, even if you don't really want it, you will unconsciously fight for it.

After a few more paintings were auctioned, someone discovered that there was a mysterious man hiding in another private room. Whenever a painting was about to be sold, he would quote a higher price at the right time, which enticed the bidders to continue bidding and eventually the painting was sold at a higher price.

Who is so wicked!

Everyone was talking about it, but those who could sit in the private room were either rich or noble, so it was not easy to offend them. Fortunately, this mysterious man was very sensible. He stopped after doing it a few times and sat quietly in the private room to watch the show.

Soon it was the last painting's turn. Several previous paintings had been sold at high prices of over a thousand taels. For this finale, everyone perked up and rubbed their eyes to see how much it would fetch.

"One hundred taels!"

"Two hundred taels!"

"Five hundred taels!"

"One thousand taels!"

……

"Ten thousand taels." The mysterious man bid calmly.

The noise in the place stopped instantly, and everyone couldn't believe their ears.

--How many?

——It seems to be ten thousand taels.

——It’s really ten thousand taels!

The noise of discussion almost blew off the roof of Zhenjiang Pavilion. Ten thousand taels, such a high price had never been achieved in the history of Jiangxia art!