Re-embroidering life

Jiangxia Prefecture City.

The Huang Mansion was filled with guests, who were greeting each other, toasting each other, and it was a lively scene.

Tang Hao sat among the guests, toasting and chatting with them, planning on finding an opportunity to slip away in a moment.

At this time, there was a burst of applause from the main table, causing everyone to stretch their necks to look. Someone who was curious shouted, "What a good thing! Mr. Huang, please don't keep it to yourself. Let's open our eyes together!"

Mr. Huang drank a lot today, his face was flushed, and after being cheered for a while, he asked his followers to carry an embroidered screen to the center of the hall, and said with a proud look: "The younger generation of the family bought it back, let's taste it together."

Everyone was puzzled at first. How could an embroidered screen be displayed in a boudoir? But in an instant, the hall became quiet. Everyone felt their breath stagnate for a moment. The masculine power and arrogance of the galloping horse shocked everyone. "Excellent! Excellent!" someone shouted.

Tang Hao was dumbfounded. That pattern was clearly Ji Zimo's "Running Horses". He stared at it every day, and almost had two holes in it. How could he not know? Ji Zimo treasured his paintings so much that he would not sell them or show them to others. Who secretly embroidered such a screen? If it hadn't taken at least a year to embroider it, he would have suspected that someone had stolen the painting from him.

No, he has to tell Ji Zimo quickly!

Tang Hao called a servant and asked him to secretly ask the servants of the Huang family about the origin of the embroidered screen. He then found an excuse and ran away from the birthday banquet.

He jumped on his horse and hurried to Yuquan Town. When he arrived in the town, he asked for the location of Ji's house while walking. Inadvertently, the horse's hoof almost stepped on a girl. The girl screamed, staggered and fell to the ground. He got off the horse in a hurry, and did not dare to help her. He could only ask from a distance, "Is the girl okay?"

The girl struggled to get up, her hair was askew, her clothes were torn, her bundle was scattered, and her palms were bleeding. She looked so miserable. Tang Hao took out a small silver ingot, handed it to her and said, "It's my fault. This silver is for the girl to calm down and treat her injuries. I still need to hurry to Ji's house, so I won't delay her."

The girl took the money without hesitation, looked at him with her bright almond eyes and said, "Go to Ji's house. I can lead you there, but you have to let me ride your horse."

Tang Hao was stunned, but saw the girl limping towards the horse. Tang Hao hurriedly said, "Girl, this horse recognizes people, I'm afraid you can't ride it."

"Don't you still have it? You can lead the horse." The girl said as if it was a matter of course.

Tang Hao was dumbfounded. He was a young master of the Tang family. When had he ever led a horse for someone? But seeing that the girl was really injured and couldn't walk, he held back his anger, said sorry, pushed her onto the horse, and led the horse away.

Along the way, the two of them didn't say a word except pointing out directions.

After walking in silence for a while, they arrived at the door of Ji's house. Tang Hao went forward and knocked on the door. The boy guarding the door smiled when he saw the girl: "The fifth girl is here. The third master has told her that the fifth girl can go find the third wife herself."

The girl limped away.

Tang Hao then realized that this girl was Ji Zimo's sister-in-law. She looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old, and was pretty and charming, but her personality was hard to describe!

After giving his name, the gatekeeper led him to Ji Zimo's study.

Ji Zimo was painting. Tang Hao rushed over and shouted, "Brother Zimo, something happened!"

Without waiting for Ji Zimo to react, he started talking about what happened at the birthday party.

"Brother Zimo, you have to be careful, there is a thief around you!" Tang Hao was filled with righteous indignation.

Ji Zimo frowned. This incident disrupted his plan. He had intended to find the best time to show "The Galloping Horse" to the public, to achieve a stunning effect and to raise his literary reputation. The appearance of the embroidered screen made many of his subsequent arrangements fall through.

After seeing Tang Hao off, Ji Zimo tapped the table with his fingers unconsciously, lost in thought. "Running Horses" was his most cherished work, and he never showed it to anyone except Qinghua. Last year, when Qinghua was cleaning the study, she was fascinated by the painting. Later, he suggested moving the painting to her bedroom to admire it for a while. Qinghua was his wife and should be respected and trusted. Although he was a little reluctant, he still agreed. Qinghua cherished the painting very much and returned it after more than half a year, without any damage.

He knew that Qinghua was good at sewing. The clothes for him and his children were all made by Qinghua herself, but he had never seen Qinghua embroider particularly complex patterns. The painting of galloping horses was a mixture of painting techniques from different schools, and it was not something that ordinary people could embroider. So her embroidery skills were so good? If it was embroidered by her, why did she sell it? She must know that although the Ji family was in decline, the rules and airs of the family were still there, and it was not appropriate for the boudoir to be exposed to the outside world.

Many doubts blocked Ji Zimo's heart, and he once again found that he didn't know his wife at all. He wanted to ask for the truth, but thinking that Qinghua was still in confinement, he could only suppress all his doubts for the time being. It was just a picture of a galloping horse. If he couldn't use a galloping horse picture, he would paint a mountain dwelling, a flower and bird picture. As long as his skills were good enough, he would have a chance to succeed.

Because of the medicine, Shui Qinghua was unable to breastfeed, so after reporting to her mother-in-law, she asked Qin Xin to hire a wet nurse. Shui Qinghua just slept well every day, nourished by the best tonics, and drank the conditioning medicine three times a day without leaving a drop. When she was out of confinement, her sallow complexion had improved a lot, and her body was plumper, revealing the unique charm of a young woman.

Wei'er's full moon, the Ji family didn't hold a big celebration, just a family reunion dinner. This was also the first time Shui Qinghua met other members of the Ji family after her rebirth.

Ji Zixuan, the head of the Ji family, is a dozen years older than Ji Zimo and is now over 40. He was a Jinshi in two examinations and was once a fifth-rank Tongzhi. He was once the glory of the Ji family, but also the initiator of the Ji family's downfall.

Shui Qinghua looked at the most mysterious person in the Ji family with curiosity. Why did he get into trouble and how did he recover later? The Ji family kept it a secret, and Ji Zimo never mentioned it. It was always a mystery to Qinghua. After being dismissed from office, Ji Zixuan returned home to work as a farmer, opened a few vegetable plots, watered and fertilized them, and was quite like Mr. Wu Liu.

Ji Zifang, the second son of the Ji family, was five years older than Ji Zimo. Before the incident, he was preparing for the Spring Examination. After his elder brother was dismissed from office, the Ji family was worried that he would be implicated, so they went to great lengths to help him find a minor official position in another state, and took his family away from Jiangxia.

Ji Ziyun, the youngest sister, had just married to the provincial capital. She was both talented and beautiful, well-educated and sensible. She always treated Qinghua with courtesy and gave her the rare warmth that she had in the Ji family.

Today, Ji Zifang and Ji Ziyun's family were not here, and only the first and third wives were present at the banquet, making it quite deserted.

The three sons of the eldest wife are still young, and the eldest grandson Jijie is only ten years old now. The boys are all handsome and lovely. When they were young, Shui Qinghua made clothes and food for them, but after eating and using them, they turned around and bullied their three younger sisters, and they were also bossy to Shui Qinghua. When she was seriously ill in her previous life, they knew that the girl from the Tang family might become the new aunt, and they immediately became close to the Tang family, using all kinds of connections to get favors.

In this life, no one will ever get a single thread or a single grain of rice from me!