Chapter 153
"You...you're sick?"
Beside the candlelight, the young man's face was pale, which made his dark eyes look frightening. Pei Lingjun was only wearing a thin robe. He coughed lightly with one hand clenched to his lips, "It's nothing, just an old ailment."
"What old ailment is so tormenting? You cough nonstop every night?" Wen Shu pretended to grab his wrist, but the man easily dodged her.
Pei Lingjun sat across from him at the table, his long hair loose, wearing a pure black inner robe with gold embroidery. The belt was loosely tied around his body, and as he drank the pear syrup, the front of the robe opened slightly, revealing a large area of skin.
Wen Shu's gaze was suddenly stung by the heat, and she looked away. "Your uncle is an old doctor in Shanzhou City, and he has also learned from your maternal grandfather. I'll take you to see him tomorrow. Your old injury has become a chronic condition, and you absolutely cannot delay any longer."
With a slight smile, Pei Lingjun actually wanted to say that there was no need. This was a punishment from fate, and ordinary medicine could not easily cure him. He had already written to Cui Pei to find the life-extending pill of the divine physician Danzhu.
But seeing the woman's worried eyes, he shamelessly wanted more.
He wanted her gaze, her worries, her longing, and her affection...
"good."
After finishing the jar of pear syrup, the man's gaze shifted, noticing a pair of black wristbands embroidered with blue dragons on the table—the standard men's style. "These are for me?"
Wen Shu followed his gaze, picked up the wristband and handed it to him, saying, "The winters in Shanzhou are damp and cold, so your mother made an extra one for you."
Pei Lingjun took it and placed it beside him. The embroidered blue dragon pattern on it was so lifelike that it was clearly not Wen Shu's own handiwork.
He still remembered the only time Wen Shu gave him a sachet in his previous life.
The background is made of light blue cloth, on which you can vaguely make out a few animals in the lake and spring willows on the shore.
Pei Lingjun picked up a ribbon, looked at the smiling woman, and tentatively asked, "Is this a swimming duck?"
Those four words completely shattered the woman's smile. Pei Lingjun knew he had misspoke and quickly corrected himself, "I misspoke, perhaps it's..." He glanced at her expression and tentatively asked again, "A goose?"
Wen Shu gasped in anger, then jumped up and down, grabbing the crooked sachet. "I'm not giving it away! Give it back!"
The young man stretched out his hand above his head, and no matter how much the woman jumped, she couldn't reach it.
Pei Lingjun held the woman clinging to him with one arm, settled her on the couch, bent down and nibbled at her cheek, "What are you embroidering?"
The woman remained silent.
The young man found it amusing, leaned closer, and said, "If you don't tell me soon, I'm going to kiss you..."
Wen Shu's eyes widened immediately, and she kicked him in the shin. How could he be so lewd in broad daylight?!
"They're mandarin ducks..."
A barely perceptible sound rang out, and the two swimming mandarin ducks were mistaken for ducks and geese several times, causing the woman's face to turn completely red.
"Do you think it's ugly? Then give it back to me."
The young man pursed his lips, a suppressed smile escaping his chest. "Such an exquisite pair of mandarin ducks is the first time I've ever seen anything like it. I don't think they're ugly, but I didn't expect Madam to be so skillful with so many things, though her needlework is rather lacking..."
Recalling the past, Pei Lingjun had a slight smile on his lips. Those were some of the few happy times he had with Wen Shu in Anyang after their marriage.
"Ah Shu, when will you be able to make me a sachet yourself again?"
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