Re-embroidering life

The mysterious man took away the last painting without any suspense.

The auction has not yet ended, and there is still one embroidery painting "Looking" that has not been sold.

Produced by "Furong Garden Embroidery", the authors are Furong Jushi, Xiuzhu Jun, Baicao Jun, Qinglian Jun and Youlan Jun.

The county lady made the first bid without hesitation. As a mother, she had to support her daughter.

Tang Fu made the second bid.

Everyone was shocked. How could anyone dare to argue with the county lord?

Soon, a third person made a bid. It was a man. No one noticed when he came. He was wearing a silver-gray brocade robe and a white jade crown on his head. He was very tall, different from Ji Zimo's slender figure. He was closer to being majestic.

After a few rounds of bidding, Dong Yajing whispered something to the county lord. The county lord smiled, glanced at her daughter, and withdrew from the competition.

Only Tang Fu and the man were left.

Privately, Shui Qinghua did not want her works to be bought by Tang Fu, but she did not forget that the purpose of selling embroidery paintings was to raise money. Under the watchful eyes of the public, her self-esteem and self-cultivation would not allow her to do anything inappropriate.

She took a deep breath and calmed herself down, it was no big deal.

Tang Fu didn't expect that someone would be so persistent in snatching it from her. She wasn't very interested in embroidery, but out of some hidden psychological desire, she just wanted to make things difficult for the woman who had snatched Ji Zimo away.

A few hundred taels was not much for her, and she would feel bad if it was higher. But if she backed off when someone else offered, wouldn't it be very embarrassing, especially in front of Ji Zimo.

The price has been called up to three hundred taels.

"Three hundred and fifty taels."

"Four hundred taels!"

"Four hundred and fifty taels."

"Five hundred taels!"

She waited for the man to continue bidding, but he remained silent.

After waiting for a while, no one spoke. Tang Hao could only bite the bullet and loudly announce: "The embroidery painting "Looking" is sold for five hundred taels!"

Tang Fu realized belatedly that she had actually spent five hundred taels of silver to buy an embroidery that was only one foot square. Was she crazy?

Shui Qinghua had been staring at the scene, and she saw all the changes in Tang Fu's face. When she saw the regret on Tang Fu's face, she suddenly felt very happy. She earned five hundred taels, and it was Tang Fu who paid for it. This deal was worth it! She secretly thanked the strong man who bid, and then looked up, where was there anyone?

Tang Fu got into the carriage, and the maid knelt beside him, holding the embroidered painting carefully.

"Miss, when did you start to like embroidery?" The maid had grown up with her and knew very well that the young lady liked to recite poetry and paint, but had no interest in needlework.

Tang Fu smiled bitterly, "I don't like it. I'm just paying the price for my own immaturity."

Ji Zimo already has three children, but she still can't let him go. That's childish.

"Then this embroidery is too expensive, it's five hundred taels." The maid was so distressed. When the young lady married to Jiangnan, she brought a lot of dowry, but her husband was not in good health. The young lady also spent a lot of money to find doctors and medicine for him over the years. Until now, the two of them don't even have a child. She felt sorry for the young lady.

"Now that we have bought them, let's go back and give them to the first wife. She doesn't like these the most." Tang Fu leaned against the carriage window and answered absentmindedly.

"Would the eldest lady like it? When it comes to embroidery, who can compare to the eldest lady?" The maid pouted and muttered.

"Miss, I've asked around. There are many famous doctors in Jiangxia. If we visit them one by one, we will be able to find a way for our son-in-law." The maid continued.

Tang Fu didn't listen to what the maid said, her mind had already flown to the scenes at the auction. Ji Zimo's handsome and deep face, his eager steps towards his wife, his gentle eyes looking at his wife... She didn't want to recall it, but she couldn't control it. If he hadn't broken off the engagement, would he have looked at her so gently, would they have been a pair of immortal lovers who were in harmony with each other and followed each other. Unconsciously, she was already in tears.

***

Tang Hao was counting the money. Twenty paintings and one embroidery painting were finally sold for 26,500 taels of silver, several times more than the several thousand taels he had initially expected.

"Brother Zimo, who do you think is the person who offered ten thousand taels?" Tang Hao asked while counting the money.

"I don't know. I only know one thing," Ji Zimo stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, looking at the waning moon hanging on the window frame, "It's not my painting that he's interested in."

"Then what does he like? What is worth spending ten thousand taels?" Tang Hao didn't understand.

Ji Zimo did not answer. He also wanted to know, but he had no clue for the time being.

He was about to leave Zhenjiang Pavilion when Tang Hao called him. After hesitating for a long time, his face slightly reddened, he said embarrassedly: "Um, Brother Zimo, please bear with my sister."

"What are you worried about?" Ji Zimo looked confused and didn't understand what Tang Hao said.

Tang Hao almost sighed: "Brother Zimo, doesn't your sister-in-law think you are boring?"

Ji Zimo thought about it seriously: "Maybe. What should be interesting?"

Tang Hao held his forehead and said helplessly: "I forgot that you are half-idiot and have never seen many women in your life. How about going to Zuiyulou with us next time to see the world?"

Ji Zimo had never heard of Zuiyulou, but he knew it was not a good place. He pushed Tang Hao lightly and said, "You are not a child anymore, do something serious now."

"Isn't it decent for me to help you prepare for the auction?"

Ji Zimo nodded: "You will be credited with the first merit this time. This amount of money is too much. Let's find a escort agency and find a way to send the money to Qianzhou."

When she left Zhenjiang Pavilion, Shui Qinghua's complexion had improved a lot. She never expected that within half a year of her rebirth, the Tang family and Tang Fu would appear in her life one after another. Over the past few months, Ji Zimo had been getting better and better to her and the children, but she had never been able to open up to them completely. There seemed to be a veil between the two of them, all because of their unresolved knots.

"Qinghua," Ji Zimo sat opposite her, his body rising and falling with the bumps of the carriage, his eyes flashing a soft light in the dark night, "Do you think I'm boring?"

"Ah, why do you think so?" Shui Qinghua was not prepared for him to ask such a question.

His face flushed slightly, but luckily it couldn't be seen in the dark. "I just feel that I'm not pleasing to my wife, and I often don't know what you're thinking."

Shui Qinghua used to be just like her name, as clear and transparent as a pool of water, with eyes full of love for him, even if he didn't care about feelings, he could see it at a glance. Now Shui Qinghua is becoming more and more capable and decisive, with a deeper look in her eyes, which fascinates him more and more every day, but the love in her eyes is no longer seen. He can't help but feel lost, could it be that he has lost his wife's favor?

When he was worried about gains and losses, Shui Qinghua was looking at his face seriously. How could he be so calm? Did he really not take Tang Fu to heart, or was he pretending to be flawless?