Chapter 104.2
Outside, the rain began to fall lightly. This time of year, it rained every few days.
Zhao Heng sat behind the desk and looked outside. The peach tree in the yard had already started to bear fruit, and in the misty rain, green fruits hung in clusters on the branches.
Unable to work in the vegetable garden due to the weather, she took out the needle and thread prepared by Ying Que and sat on the stool, slowly embroidering.
As she was busy, a slender hand reached out from the side and took the embroidery hoop from her.
As he turned around, it was Li Wenjian.
He was wearing a dark green round-necked robe, with rainwater on the sleeves, presenting a green color similar to the distant mountains.
Li Wenjian looked at the not-so-delicate stitches on the embroidered cloth, and the crookedly drawn trees, and asked, "Do you know how to embroider?"
These clumsy stitches were incomparable to her past life, but he remembered that Zhao Heng learned sewing after entering the palace and going to the laundry department.
Zhao Heng rolled the silk thread into a ball and nodded lightly, "Hmm."
Lately, it has been rainy, and she couldn't always go outside, so she had Ying Que teach her how to sew. Ying Que originally wanted to take the opportunity to teach her to read and write, but she would fall asleep after sitting in front of the bookcase for less than two quarters of an hour.
Ying Que could only despair, some people are naturally suited for studying, even if they have to learn by clandestine means, while others are not, no matter how much knowledge is forced into their minds.
She wanted to learn sewing, so she patiently taught her, and if she learned it well, it would count as a skill.
Thankfully, she put her heart into learning sewing, which was much better than studying.
Li Wenjian asked, "What are you embroidering?"
"A peach tree," she said with a hint of shyness in her expression, "I'm not very good at it."
Li Wenjian appraised her as he leaned on his hand, "For Grandpa?"
Zhao Heng's dark eyes flashed with astonishment, "How did you know?"
"Peach and plum blossoms are everywhere, and it's most suitable to describe Grandpa," Li Wenjian said lightly, "Is it Ying Que who taught you?"
Zhao Heng felt her ears burn, blushing, she said, "Wanyu told me."
Li Wenjian was slightly taken aback, "Do you have dealings with Wanyu?"
Zhao Heng smiled, "We're good friends."
Li Wenjian couldn't help but feel sad.
Only in the last life did he know long after that it was Wei Wanyu who had orchestrated everything related to Ruo Zhen, and it was Ruo Zhen who used this matter to force her to agree to marry the Yue tribe.
Later, Wanyu went far away, rarely returning to the capital, and when the two of them met, they couldn't help but exchange a few barbs.
He thought they wouldn't have any interaction this life, but unexpectedly, due to an oversight, they became good friends.
"Wanyu told me that you and her brother are good friends," Zhao Heng looked up at him, "Brothers are good friends, and sisters are good friends too."
Li Wenjian's brow suddenly furrowed, feeling that something was wrong. When he turned to face Zhao Heng's innocent smile, a flash of white light passed through his mind.
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Ficción históricaIn the heart of the opulent imperial palace, amidst the glitz and glamour, we find Zhao Heng, a lowly laundry maid with dreams of escaping the palace drudgery and giving her beloved grandma a comfy life. But fate has other plans, as a steamy night w...