In order to survive, I became the little wife of the villain

On this day, Liu Wangshu was leaning against the window embroidering purses boredly.

After several days of hard work and hard work, she has been able to show the mandarin ducks into ducks, and she is very satisfied with it.

Ever since she discovered that the jade pillars and palace lanterns at the door had been smashed, she has been studying embroidery very seriously.

She couldn't afford to pay back the money, so she might as well hurry up and rebuild the old relationship with Jiang Ying, so that she wouldn't have to pay back the money.

She was comparing with cotton thread, which color should be used to color the mandarin ducks, when she heard a commotion in the yard.

"Lu Rui, what are you doing outside?" Liu Wangshu pushed open the door impatiently.

He was blinded by all kinds of glazed jade wares in the yard.

"This, this, this", Liu Wangshu lightly touched the nearest white jade coral tree, his eyes lit up.

She was lovingly touching the glazed hollow screen when the courtyard suddenly fell silent.

"Meet Your Majesty", the four words brought Liu Wangshu back to reality.

As soon as she raised her head, she looked into Shang Jiangying's dark eyes, and retracted her hand in embarrassment, "I'll try the feel."

Jiang Ying raised her eyebrows and didn't speak, but she was relieved. It seemed that she liked these things.

Seeing that Jiang Ying didn't speak, Liu Wangshu quickly changed the topic, "What do you mean by bringing so many treasures here?"

"Of course it is," Jiang Ying paused, "I couldn't fit in the main hall, so I moved to the Falling Moon Pavilion."

Liu Wangshu looked at the decorations all over the yard, and cursed inwardly: You treat my place as a storage room.

Seeing that Liu Wangshu was silent, Jiang Ying raised his chin and signaled the maid to move the things into the house.

"Then, what are these jewelry?" Liu Wangshu couldn't help asking as he looked at the tray flowing past his eyes.

Where can there be so many women's jewelry in his palace?

A suspicious blush flashed across Jiang Ying's face, "It was a congratulatory gift from someone else during the wedding."

Yu Qingyan at the side couldn't listen anymore, and couldn't help muttering, "You searched for the treasures yourself, and you made the jewelry overnight."

Even the menstrual belt, you bought it and forced me to give it to you, but you can see that the girl refuses to admit it.

Your Majesty's mouth is really hard.

In order to ease her embarrassment, Jiang Ying hurried into the room and poured herself a cup of tea.

"Aren't you leaving?" Liu Wangshu couldn't help asking, looking at Jiang Ying who was sitting in the room.

She wanted to repair her relationship with Jiang Ying, but not now, her gift was not ready yet.

Jiang Ying wanted to stay here, so she pretended not to hear it. When she saw the sewing box on the table, she deliberately found a topic, "Lu Rui, you embroidered this chicken, which man do you want to give it to?"

"Chicken?" Liu Wangshu raised his voice.

Jiang Ying thought Liu Wangshu was interested, so she quickly picked up the purse and handed it to her, "Aren't these two chickens?"

How did he know that Liu Wangshu, who has never been good at female celebrities, would embroider a purse for herself with her own hands.

Liu Wangshu's complexion had turned black to carbon. He had worked so hard to embroider for so long, and had countless stitches in his hands, but Jiang Ying said so.

"It's so ugly, let's throw it away." As he said that, he grabbed the purse and threw it on the ground. He was still angry and stepped on it twice before giving up.

"You," Jiang Ying hurriedly grabbed her, with a bit of blame in her tone, "Lu Rui worked so hard to embroider it."

Hearing what he said, Liu Wangshu became even angrier, glared at him, and walked out the door.

She shouldn't have embroidered this purse, it's a shame.

"Ma'am, what's the matter?" Lu Rui came in with tea, and Liu Wangshu ran out angrily.

"Angry?" Although Jiang Ying didn't know why she was angry.

Seeing the purse that fell on the ground, Lurui quickly picked it up and patted the ashes on it, "No wonder Madam is angry."

"Madam's?" Jiang Ying had a ghostly expression on his face.

If my sister embroidered it by herself, then she said those words just now, no wonder she was angry.

Jiang Ying only felt that she was one step further away from coaxing her good sister.

Seeing that she couldn't hide it anymore, Lu Rui could only bite the bullet and say: "Madam wants to make you happy, so I specially embroidered this purse for you."

Jiang Ying snatched the purse, put it in her arms, and chased it out.

How stupid I am, and how easy it is to make her sad.

Fortunately, Liu Wangshu didn't walk too fast, and Jiang Ying soon saw the familiar figure.

"Sister," Jiang Ying yelled, but the figure didn't intend to stop and continued walking.

Jiang Ying was in a hurry, stepped forward, pulled him into his arms, lowered his head and said: "Don't be angry, I was wrong."

His voice was not as cold as before, but full of tenderness.

For a moment, Liu Wangshu felt as if he had returned to the past, and those unpleasant things seemed to be just a nightmare.

But the strong devilish energy around Jiang Ying woke her up. He is now a devil, not a young disciple of Xiaoyaozong.

"Let go." Liu Wangshu struggled a few times, "If you're like this, you won't be afraid that your Mo Wanjun will be jealous."

She admitted that she still cared about the relationship between Jiang Ying and Mo Wanjun, especially what Jiang Ying said that day.

Knowing that she was jealous, Jiang Ying felt more at ease, and said cheerfully, "There will be nothing between me and her."

"I said that that day because I was angry with you for pushing me to others."

In the end, his voice became smaller and smaller, with a hint of grievance.