Chapter 010: The Servant Can Describe the Appearance of Flowers

Zhao Ruyi naturally wouldn't mention that she had deliberately learned how to repair books in her past life.

Because the Second Young Master, Song Wuyou, had no interest in reading at all, yet he often brought back damaged books in his book bag.

In order to please him, Zhao Ruyi went to a bookbinding shop to learn how to repair paper, and then helped Song Wuyou repair books.

She didn't expect that the skills she learned in her past life would come in handy in this life.

"Alright, now we can only wait for them to dry naturally." After flattening the sheets of paper, Zhao Ruyi pretended to be relaxed and then looked at the guqin that had been standing in the room without leaving.

Since just now, Song Wujie, who had been ignoring the guqin, also remembered her at this moment.

The nervous guqin quickly knelt down and kept kowtowing to Song Wujie, "Young Master, please forgive me this time. I really broke the vase by accident..."

Fortunately, the vase was made of official kiln, not some ancestral antique vase. Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to afford it even if she sold herself.

Seeing that after causing trouble, the guqin didn't take responsibility but tried to shift the blame to others, Song Wujie felt that he couldn't just sit idly by.

"For the next few days, you go fetch water and chop firewood, and reflect on yourself!" Song Wujie looked at the guqin with disappointment, "If you continue like this in the future, you are no longer suitable to stay by my side."

"Young Master!" The guqin looked at Song Wujie in horror.

What did Young Master mean by that?

Was he going to drive her away?

She had been an orphan since childhood. If she hadn't been picked up by the mansion, she would have starved to death long ago.

If she was driven out of the mansion, would she have to beg on the streets again?

Thinking of the days of not having enough to eat and being beaten for no reason, the guqin shrank in fear.

But at this moment, Song Wujie's mind was focused on the book, and he had no intention of paying attention to the guqin.

So he impatiently waved his hand, indicating the guqin to leave.

The guqin left the study in a daze, but she harbored resentment towards Zhao Ruyi.

She felt that Zhao Ruyi's fate must be in conflict with hers, otherwise, since Zhao Ruyi came, everything she did became difficult.

Fortunately, the weather was hot, and the paper spread out on the desk dried in just a day.

Zhao Ruyi carefully peeled off the dried paper, then used a brush to apply paste to the pre-cut thin Xuan paper strips of the same color and patched them up. After they dried, she picked up a small wolf hair brush, dipped it in ink, and traced the characters that had been pasted over.

Song Wujie watched carefully, not daring to make a sound for fear of disturbing Zhao Ruyi and causing her to make a mistake.

Seeing Zhao Ruyi pick up the brush and write with such skill, he couldn't help but be surprised, "You can read?"

At first, Zhao Ruyi didn't respond, but focused on finishing the character before putting down the brush and saying, "I can't read, Young Master."

Song Wujie was full of astonishment, "If you can't read, how can you write such beautiful small regular script?"

Zhao Ruyi blushed.

This was also a skill bestowed by the Second Young Master, Song Wuyou, in her past life.

Song Wuyou didn't like to read, and often got into trouble and was punished to copy texts by the scholars in the school.

He naturally wouldn't do it himself, but it was hard on the servants and maids around him.

Zhao Ruyi couldn't read, so every time she copied the scriptures as if they were patterns, and after doing it many times, she actually developed a good handwriting.

"As if they were patterns?" Song Wujie seemed to be somewhat incredulous at this explanation, because the level of Zhao Ruyi's handwriting couldn't be achieved without practicing for several years.

"If Young Master doesn't believe it, I can't help it." Zhao Ruyi continued to pick up the brush and began to trace the characters, "To be honest, writing these characters is much easier than the patterns we usually draw. The patterns we usually draw are more intricate, but these characters are straightforward and each stroke has a certain order."

As she spoke, she finished a page and handed it to Song Wujie as if seeking praise.

Zhao Ruyi's patching and repairing was very delicate, and if one didn't look closely, it was hard to tell.

Song Wujie didn't expect the 15 or 16-year-old girl in front of him to be so clever, and he looked at her with admiration, "Do you want me to teach you how to read?"

Zhao Ruyi blinked and looked at Song Wujie.

"Young Master, do you really want to teach me how to read?" Zhao Ruyi became very excited.

Song Wujie felt that he was idle every day. He used to spend his days teaching Tianfu to read and write, just so that he wouldn't suffer any losses when he went out on business due to illiteracy.

He had also thought about teaching Ru Hua and the guqin to read, Ru Hua was a little better, at least she could memorize the Three Character Classic, but the guqin would fall asleep as soon as she touched a book, and she made many excuses, so he had to give up.

But someone like Zhao Ruyi, who was so eager to learn when she heard that he was willing to teach her to read, was the first time he had seen it.

A smile involuntarily appeared on Song Wujie's lips.

"You first finish repairing this book!" Song Wujie patted Zhao Ruyi's head in a good mood, "Once it's fixed, I'll teach you 'At the beginning, people's nature is good'!"

Then, he laughed heartily and left the study.

The sound of Song Wuji's laughter reached the small kitchen in the south. Lian Pozi and Zhou Ruijia, who were picking vegetables in the kitchen, exchanged a glance. It had been many years since they had heard the young master laugh so heartily in the evening hall. They hadn't expected that Zhao Ruyi really had some talent.

"I have to say, Ruyi has a good fortune. She has the appearance of great wealth and prosperity," Zhou Ruijia said smugly, glancing at Lian Pozi. "You'll see, she's definitely more blessed than ordinary people."

"Shh!" Lian Pozi made a hushing gesture and then glanced at Bao Qin, who was fetching water.

Bao Qin, who had never done such rough work before, was spilling more water than she was filling the bucket all morning.

If it were Ruyi in this situation, Lian Pozi and Zhou Ruijia would have definitely stepped forward to help. But Bao Qin had offended both of them before, so they were both too lazy to lend a hand.

Lian Pozi shouldn't have glanced over, but her look reminded Zhou Ruijia of something.

Zhou Ruijia deliberately raised her voice and said, "That's why fate is important! Ruyi has good luck. It's only been a short time, and she's already caught the young master's eye. But some people are different. They are born as ordinary chickens, and even if they land on a phoenix tree, they can never become a phoenix!"

Hearing Zhou Ruijia's sarcastic remarks, Bao Qin, who was fetching water, was so angry that she threw the bucket and then squatted by the well, crying softly.