After dressing as a villain's ex-wife, she went crazy for whitewashing

In the study room, the girl's snow-white fingertips were holding the brown pen holder, her wrist was swimming, and she quickly drew a flower pattern on the paper.

Beside the girl, Yingyue bowed her head without saying a word, grinding ink sticks in her hands, with an honest look.

Xiao Yunheng carried the teapot into the room, poured her a cup, and sent it over, "I've drawn seven or eight pictures, let's take a rest."

Lu Xiyue took a sip of the tea without raising her head: "It's okay, I'm not tired. When these drawings are finished, I'll send them to the weavers to see the samples."

Now there are only two kinds of medicine left on the medicinal material paper on the single side. According to the plot of the original text, at this time in the spring of next year, those two kinds of medicinal materials will appear here.

It's just that in the original text, Xiao Yunheng didn't seize this opportunity, and gathered these medicines two years later.

She has to earn enough money as soon as possible, so she can't miss this opportunity.

Thinking of this, she raised her eyes and took a deep look at the young man in front of her.

Xiao Yunheng was silent.

For some reason, she seemed to see disgust in her eyes.

It must be an illusion.

He casually picked up the pattern on the paper, the ink was almost dry, and the ink-colored flowers jumped out of the paper. At first glance, they looked ordinary, but they looked fresh.

If it is matched with color, it will be different.

Xiao Yunheng had seen flower patterns embroidered on clothes, but he had never seen them before.

At the same time, under the gray weather, Zhao Pinqian and Sheng Qin made an appointment to meet at a teahouse.

The elegant room is quiet, and there are no people in this weather, so it is convenient for him to talk about things.

After sitting for a long time, Sheng Qin came late.

Compared with the carriage accident that day, Sheng Qin's face was much rosier, but no matter how ruddy it was, it was still different from ordinary people.

"Why do you make an appointment here? I know a very good tea house. Why don't you change it?"

Even though they haven't seen each other for several years, their friendship has not changed.

When it comes to speaking, naturally there is no scruples.

"No, it's good to be here." The tea in Zhao Pinqian's cup was almost cold.

He glanced at Ah Shui, Ah Shui understood, bowed his head and retreated.

Seeing this, Sheng Qin also sent his servant out.

"What's the matter?" He was a little curious.

Zhao Pinqian got straight to the point: "It's nothing serious, it's just that someone wants to harm you."

"Cough-cough-"

Sheng Qin almost didn't spit out the tea, patted his heart to calm down, and couldn't calm down: "Brother Zhao, what are you talking about?"

"Don't you think that your illness is strange?"

Sheng Qin is different from him, he has practiced martial arts, although he is not a master, but he is also the kind that four or five people can't get close to him.

But a few years later, the high-spirited young man became sick and suffered from asthma.

The young man in front of him quietly met his gaze, with a faint smile on his thin lips, as if he didn't understand: "Brother Zhao, why would you say that, my body, I got a serious illness three years ago, and I never got better gone."

Zhao Pinqian looked deeply: "Is this really the case, you really didn't notice it at all?"

He didn't think his friend would be so stupid.

This sentence contained a questioning tone. Sheng Qin took a sip of the tea and changed the subject: "The tea is a bit cold, let's add another cup."

Zhao Pinqian's eyes flashed, the folding fan knocked on the table, the sound made it impossible to calm down.

"Sheng Qin, you know."

Not a question, but a determination.

The young man on the opposite side sighed, leaned back on the chair, with a desolate smile: "So what can I do if I know."

Zhao Pinqian frowned, hearing the meaning behind his words.

"If you still treat me as a friend, tell me and I will help you."

Just like back then, he helped himself regardless of the obstruction of the elders in his family.

The young man bent his lips, but his smile didn't reach his eyes, as if the gloomy weather outside the window: "Of course I take you as a friend, but you can't help me with this matter."

Zhao Pinqian listened with a stern face, the most annoying thing was his whiny temper.

"Sheng Qin, if you don't tell me, it's the same if I find out myself."

After finishing the words, he stared at the young man's sad eyes, and said word by word: "Otherwise, how do you think I know that your illness is not simple?"

Sheng Qin was startled, and a very beautiful face flashed in front of his eyes.

"It's your righteous sister."

Zhao Pinqian did not deny it.

Hearing his friend's gloomy voice, he sighed and struggled for a long time before saying: "It's okay to tell you, the one who wants to kill me is none other than me... father."

Zhao Pinqian's pupils shrank in disbelief.

It turned out to be his own father who killed him, and he thought it was the second or third bedroom.

He held the cold teacup tightly with one hand, and he had a hunch that what he heard next might not be simple.

"Actually, I'm not from the Sheng family."

Zhao Pinqian's eyes widened, one shocking news after another hit his head heavily.

After hesitating, he asked, "How do you know?"

"About eight months ago, my mother had an argument with my father after returning to her natal home. I overheard it."

At the very beginning, he hadn't decided anything, but after a long time, he could feel that his body was getting worse day by day.

Today, it's pretty good.

Previously, he could barely walk and could only lie on the bed.

eight months ago.

Zhao Pinqian was breathing deeply, it was not long after he was kicked out of Zhao's house.

"I'm not a son of the Sheng family, and my father was kept in the dark. I didn't even know who my biological father was. It was at this time that I found out the reason for my deteriorating health."

"It was my father who tampered with my diet."

He is also willing to call him father because of his nurturing grace in the past 19 years.

He was almost out of control that day.

Of course, there is no need to mention this trivial matter with your friends.

"Probably because my father felt ashamed, but he didn't want to make a big fuss. He is a person with good face, so he wanted to take advantage of my illness and let me die of illness. On the one hand, he could save his face, and on the other hand, he could guarantee the Sheng family's property. Don't fall into the hands of my bastard."

He didn't feel ashamed, and revealed all the secrets in front of Zhao Pinqian.

Sometimes, he himself felt dirty with blood all over his body.

Listening to his words, Zhao Pinqian couldn't calm down.

He didn't expect that the truth of the matter would be like this, so what can he say?

The two have known each other since childhood, even though they haven't seen each other for a few years, Zhao Pinqian's understanding of him has not disappeared.

The look in the other party's eyes that hated his own blood was undisguised.

After a long silence, he said seriously: "Sheng Qin, this is not your fault."

"But it's already like this, Pinqian, don't worry about me, I'm just like this, and it's not bad."

His existence was a mistake, rightly, he should atone for his mother.

Thinking of the woman who had been neglected by his father for several years, and she was his mother, even though he didn't understand, he couldn't hate the person who gave him his life.

If he died, her father would probably not be embarrassing her anymore.