Chapter 163
"Miss, why do you need needles and thread all of a sudden? Is your clothing damaged?" Hanxiang came in, chattering as she carried her sewing basket. "I'll sew it up myself, Miss, you don't need to do anything."
“No,” Wen Shu said, stretching and yawning as she put one leg on the edge of the couch and dangled the other. “My cousin’s birthday is coming soon, and I don’t know what to give him. So I’ll just do what Mother does and embroider some knee pads or hairbands. It’s a token of my affection.”
Hanxiang placed the sewing basket in front of Wenshu. "So it's for Lu Langjun's birthday." She had been by Wenshu's side for many years and rarely saw Wenshu sew anything herself. On the few occasions she had seen her, her embroidery skills were really not as good as Aunt Zhou's.
She imagined Lu Jiang's expression upon receiving the gift and gently suggested, "Miss, why don't you trouble Madam to embroider one for Young Master Lu?"
"Huh?" Wen Shu lowered her head in embroidery, "I'll embroider something simple, it should still be presentable, right?"
In the past, her young lady always seemed confident in everything she did, and Hanxiang had rarely seen her so troubled. Hearing this, she laughed and said, "You are so skillful, young lady, you can do anything without any difficulty."
She glanced at the few simple patterns in the embroidery frame and added, "Then I'll prepare more silk thread so that you can show off your skills, Miss!"
"Eh—"
Wen Shu silently reached out to stop her, but Han Xiang left like a gust of wind, her words drifting in the air and slowly reaching Wen Shu's ears.
She lowered her head, leaving something unsaid: these colors are actually enough.
evening.
As usual, Wen Shu brewed some tonic and brought it to Pei Lingjun.
The furnishings in the side room were old and mostly discarded by the owner. Pei Lingjun, dressed in a fitted black robe, sat on a small couch.
As soon as the light shone in, the auspicious patterns woven from silver threads on the man's body came to life.
He was wiping the knife.
Upon seeing Wen Shu enter, his eyes, which had been unconsciously sharp and piercing, suddenly softened, revealing a hint of tenderness.
Wen Shu cleared her throat and stood at the door. "Pei Lingjun, it's time to take your medicine."
Pei Lingjun put away the silver knife, hid a small bottle of pills under his pillow, and then stood up leisurely and sat opposite Wen Shu.
A bowl of dark brown, bitter medicine, quietly steaming.
Pei Lingjun suppressed the smile on his lips. Every day, A-Shu would personally brew medicine for him, even if it contained arsenic poison, he would still do it willingly.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Wen Shu was puzzled. He just stared at her and smiled without saying a word, which was really strange.
Pei Lingjun took a plate of candied fruit from the food box that Wen Shu had brought, and twirled a bright red fruit in his hand, saying with a smile, "A-Shu knows I don't like taking medicine, so she specially brought these candied fruits for me?"
"You're overthinking it. The honey fruit was prepared by Hanxiang." Wen Shu ignored him and got up to hop away on one foot.
Unexpectedly, the young man did not play by the rules. He grabbed her arm and pulled her back, causing Wen Shu to lose her balance and fall into Pei Lingjun's arms.
The familiar scent of pine wood swept over us in an overwhelming manner.
Wen Shu reached out to stop him, thinking to herself that if Han Xiang hadn't come up with some new and interesting flower patterns today, she would have definitely asked Han Xiang to deliver the medicine. There was no need for her to keep pulling and tugging at her.
“Ah Shu is lying, she should be punished.”
The young man chuckled softly, seemingly in a good mood. Before Wen Shu could speak, he continued, "After spending the New Year with you, I'll be leaving for a while. Will you miss me?"
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