Chapter 45 Banquet at the Prime Minister’s Mansion
"Miss Song, be careful."
Someone grabbed her retreating body. Song Youan looked sideways and found that it was the personal maid next to Zhu Ling.
"Miss Cuizhu? Thank you."
As soon as Song You'an finished speaking, Zhu Ling's voice rang out: "I didn't expect Miss Song to like to join in the fun, but you are so slender and weak, you better not push forward to avoid bumping."
As soon as he turned around, he saw Zhu Ling appearing behind him at some point, and beside him was a noble-tempered young man.
"The daughter of the people has met the young lady." Song Youan quickly lowered his head.
Zhu Ling smiled slightly: "You and I have been friends for a long time, Miss Song doesn't need to be so polite."
After saying that, Zhu Ling said to the young man beside him: "Second brother, this is Miss Song, who is very popular in Kyoto now."
Song You'an heard this and thought, could this person in front of him be the second son of the Marquis of Fuyang Mansion that Miss Zhu Ling said was suddenly anxious during the examination, which affected his performance, and then regretfully stopped the palace examination?
"The daughter of the people wishes the young marquis well."
Zhu Zhe looked at Song You'an and nodded with a smile, and said in a gentle tone: "So this is Miss Song. Ling'er has always mentioned you in recent days. It's my honor to meet you today."
"Folk girls are scared." Song You'an said quickly.
Zhu Ling snorted and said, "Second brother, don't act like you are a stranger to Miss Song. Most of the cakes I bought were eaten by you. If you put it this way, you and Miss Song are very close." br>
Zhu Zhe twitched the corner of his mouth in embarrassment and said with an awkward smile: "Brother, aren't you afraid that you won't be able to finish the food and waste it? Besides, eating too much sweets is not good, as it is prone to acne. Isn't this what you are most afraid of?"
Zhu Ling curled his lips and muttered: "Scholars are always good at quibbling."
At this time, she also noticed that Song Youan was holding a food box in her hand, and her eyes suddenly lit up: "Miss Song, what do you have here?"
"It's a cake for the Prime Minister's Palace." Song You'an told the truth about yesterday's events.
"That's great. I'm lucky again today." Zhu Ling was very happy after hearing this: "Brother Jingwen won the third prize. My second brother also came to congratulate me, so I came to join in the fun."
Zhu Zhe nodded: "Then Miss Song, please go in with us."
More and more people came to ask for lucky red envelopes outside the door. Song Youan looked at the excitement and followed Zhu Ling into the Prime Minister's Mansion, turning back one step at a time.
In the back garden, Song You'an placed the food box on the stone table of the flower viewing pavilion. Lin Sangqian ordered: "Just pick out two portions. Brother will entertain friends in the front yard, and take the rest to support the scene. .”
This cake is a new thing. Lin Jingwen High School hosted a banquet for guests and friends at his house today. Many of them were from a low background and had never seen a cake before.
When Zhu Ling heard this, she quickly said: "Sister, I want to eat tiramisu!"
Lin Sang smiled and nodded: "Okay, I'll leave you a piece of tiramisu."
The maid knew that her young lady liked taro paste, so she kept a piece of it and sent the rest to the front yard.
"If Miss Song has nothing to do, why not stay with us to enjoy the flowers and chat?"
Song Youan was standing on one side waiting for the check, but she didn't expect Lin Sangqian to suddenly invite her.
She wore a light green gauze skirt today, and her hair was tied into a bun by herself, with only a white porcelain hairpin as an embellishment, making it simple and elegant.
Hearing this, she raised her head in surprise, and then said: "A civilian girl has a humble status, how dare she sit with the two young ladies?" Zhu Ling and Lin Sangqian couldn't help but look at each other, and Zhu Ling raised her lips and smiled, saying: "I don't see who dares to Are you saying that Miss Song is of low status? I have long regarded her as a friend. Have you forgotten that you have been sitting with me since you entered my Fuyang residence for the second time?”
Song You'an was stunned for a moment. Thinking about it carefully, it was true that since the second time she entered Fuyang Marquis' Mansion, Miss Zhu Ling's first words always asked her to sit down and talk.
"Thank you for your love, young lady. I am very grateful." Song You'an's tone was still respectful.
Living in Dazhao, her caution is engraved in her bones, because she knows that Dazhao has many rules and clear hierarchies, and she must not make a wrong step to avoid causing disaster.
So even though Zhu Ling said he regarded her as a friend, she actually didn't dare to relax completely. The most important thing was to stay alert and clear-headed.
Lin Sangqian saw this and said, "Miss Song, you don't have to be so reserved. Just talk casually with us two sisters."
Song Youan nodded, and finally walked to sit beside the two of them.
The maid brought him a pot of fine Yuqian Longjing and poured him a cup. In an instant, the aroma of tea overflowed and filled his nose.
What a great tea.
"Sister Ling, your second brother is here too?" Lin Sangqian took a bite of cake and looked at Zhu Ling and asked.
Zhu Ling stared and nodded: "I just followed him. My three brothers are not in high school this year. The atmosphere at home is very depressing. I don't want to stay at home."
Lin Sang pursed his lips and smiled: "It's a pity for your second brother, but with his talent, it will be a matter of time for him to go to high school. The most important thing is that he studies hard. I'm afraid no one in Kyoto can match him at this point."< br>
"I hope I can borrow my sister's good words." Zhu Ling curled his lips and said in a worried tone: "I'm afraid that he will become stupid in studying. He lights up the lamp and boils oil every night without getting tired. I don't know what is attractive in the sage's book. Why do I feel sleepy just looking at it?”
"A few days ago, he was angry with himself because he fell asleep while reading at night. He punished himself by not eating or drinking for a day. Do you think it's funny?"
"Poof..."
Song Youan was shocked and quickly covered her mouth:
"Yes...I'm sorry."
Lin Sangqian couldn't help laughing either.
Zhu Ling didn't care much and shook his head with a sad look on his face: "Fortunately, brother Jingwen left a message for him today, otherwise he would not have stepped out of the study."
Lin Sangqian asked: "How many hours does he sleep on weekdays?"
"As for sleeping for more than two hours after noon every day, he said that the afternoon is the time when reading is the least efficient, so it is not a waste to sleep." Zhu Ling curled his lips: "I don't know how to come up with this fallacy."
More than two hours? That means you only sleep about five hours a day?
Song You'an spoke softly: "But don't they say that the whole day begins in the morning? If you stay up late reading, won't you be very tired in the morning?"
"He is different. He said that he can concentrate best when people are quiet at night."
Song Youan frowned slightly and shook her head: "Reading at night is very harmful to the eyes, and over time you will definitely develop eye diseases."
Lin Sangqian agreed very much with Song You'an's words: "Miss Song is right. There are many files in the Ministry of Punishment. My father stayed up late all year round to sort out the files. Now people ten meters away can no longer see clearly."
"Ah?" Zhu Ling was surprised and said, "Yes, I never thought about hurting my eyes, but my second brother is used to reading at night, so I'm afraid he won't listen to my advice at all."
Song Youan hesitated and asked: "If there is a way to cheer up the young Marquis in the afternoon, would he be willing to give it a try?"
(End of chapter)