Chapter 53 Can’t let the other party down
nice one?
Zhu Zhe's eyes lit up: "Is it a cake?"
Zhu Ling rolled his eyes when he heard this: "I just know how to eat."
Song Youan covered her mouth and smiled softly, and then handed the wind oil essence in her hand to Zhu Ling: "Miss, help the little marquis apply it."
Men and women are not allowed to touch each other. This is Dazhao, and she cannot touch the opposite sex.
After taking it, Zhu Ling followed Song You'an's technique and put two drops on his fingers. Zhu Zhe frowned at the green liquid and subconsciously moved back: "What is this?"
"Of course it's a good thing, a good thing that can make you more energetic." Zhu Ling raised her chin with two fingers: "Come on, come closer. Can I still hurt you?"
Song You'an also said: "Don't be afraid, little Marquis, it's just a medicine for external application, it won't hurt the body."
Zhu Zhe knew that his sister was unreliable, but Miss Song seemed to be a steady person, so thinking of this, Zhu Zhe moved forward.
"Head!" Zhu Ling said.
I saw Zhu Zhe sticking his head out of the window like a giraffe. Zhu Ling gently raised her hand to touch his temple, and a needle-like cold light suddenly poured into his mind.
"Ouch!" Zhu Zhe was startled and subconsciously raised his body. His head hit the window frame with a bang. He took a breath of air in pain: "Axi..."
But along with the cooling sensation brought by Fengyoujing, the pain in the head seemed to have been reduced by most. Zhu Zhe shook his head gently, and felt that his whole head became lighter. The dull feeling of lowering his head to read a book was gone. He really felt much more energetic.
"Hey...?!"
Zhu Zhe blinked in surprise, and then looked at his sister with a smile on her face.
It's really... magical.
"How is it?" Zhu Ling raised her eyebrows proudly: "Is the effect good?"
After Zhu Zhe came back to his senses, he gradually became excited. He came closer and asked, "What is this thing? It has such a miraculous effect. It is much more useful than a beam on the head or a cone on the buttocks!"
"This is a book-warming artifact that Miss Song and I specially requested for you. With it, you can cheer up and study anytime and anywhere, and you don't have to stay up all day and all night," Zhu Ling said.
Before Zhu Zhe could say anything, Song You'an also said: "Young Master reads day and night, perhaps because he feels that it is easier to concentrate on it in the dead of night, but the flickering candlelight at night is very harmful to the eyes. If you develop eye diseases over time, the gains will outweigh the losses. ”
Hearing what Song You'an said, Zhu Zhe couldn't help but said: "To be honest with Miss Song, my eyes often feel dry. If I rub them inappropriately, I will shed tears uncontrollably."
Dry eye syndrome?
Not that it's a big deal.
Song You'an nodded calmly: "So Xiaohou Ye should pay more attention to protecting his eyes. From now on, he should read during the day. If he feels sleepy in the afternoon, use this Fengyoujing to refresh himself."
Zhu Ling handed the bottle of wind oil essence to Zhu Zhe: "Take it, just remember to drop two drops at a time. The coolness will be poured into your head."
The small bottle felt cold to the touch in his hand. Zhu Zhe raised his head and smiled at the back of Song Youan and his sister leaving together.
Walking to the garden, Zhu Ling stopped and looked at Song You'an and asked: "Miss Song, how much is the bottle of Fengyoujing just now?"
"I used that bottle, so I gave it to Miss." Song Youan said.
Zhu Ling stared at her for a moment, then glanced at Cuizhu, and then said to Song You'an: "If the girl has nothing else to do, let Cuizhu send the girl out."
After saying this, Zhu Ling turned around and walked directly to his yard.
When Song You Anzheng was surprised, Cuizhu handed over fifty taels of silver notes: "Miss Song, are these enough?"
Song You'an was stunned and said: "No money is needed, I will give it to the lady." Cuizhu shook her head helplessly: "Miss Song is a smart person, can't you tell?"
Song Youan frowned slightly, looking puzzled.
"Miss Song is angry with Miss Song. She gave her a vase but she refused to accept it. If she wants to give my daughter anything in the future, she will not accept it in the future."
After saying that, Cuizhu put the silver note into Song You'an's hand: "I'll send the girl out."
Only then did Song Youan realize that although she had never thought about whether they were friends due to their class status, it did not mean that the other party had not thought about it.
She really wanted to be friends with herself, but she rejected the other person's kindness in person.
She had already noticed that although Zhu Ling had a distinguished status, her mind was very simple. Her attitude towards him changed subtly every time they met again and again, and all of this was purely because she wanted to be friends with her.
"Wait a minute."
Song You'an pushed the silver note back to Cuizhu with his backhand, and chased Zhu Ling's direction amidst the other's surprised look.
"Miss, stay."
Zhu Ling paused and looked back at Song You'an, who was chasing after her quickly: "What else can Miss Song do?"
Song Youan stood in front of Zhu Ling, pursed her lips gently, and then said: "The folk girl likes that vase very much. Miss...can you give it to me?"
When Zhu Ling, who originally looked distant, heard these words, his eyes visibly brightened up, and then with the gradually enlarging smile on his face, his whole person bloomed in the sunshine.
"Cui Zhu, go quickly and get the white jade vase from Fu Guang Kiln and give it to Miss Song."
Cuizhu arrived late, but he understood what happened, and immediately smiled and walked away quickly.
Song You'an also smiled. She had never wanted to touch Zhu Ling's sincerity, but at this moment she felt that she could not let him down.
After holding the white jade vase out of the Fuyang Marquis Mansion, Song You'an felt in a good mood.
On the way back to You'anju, they passed by the Prime Minister's Mansion. Song You'an did not go in, but just sent a message to Lin Sangqian, telling her that there was no need to make an empty trip to You'anju today because she had been to Fuyang Marquis' Mansion.
Chang'an Street was still bustling with people, aromas of aroma wafted from the street stalls, and her stomach growled twice. Only then did Song Youan remember that she hadn't eaten breakfast yet.
At the corner near the flashy alley, she sat down at a roadside bun shop.
"Girl, what do you want to eat?"
Song Youan looked at the hanging menu and said, "I want a cage of meat buns and a bowl of bean curd."
"Okay, wait a minute."
Maybe it was past breakfast time, and she was the only one at the stall. Song You sat on the wooden bench and looked at the people on the street in boredom. Turning here was the Flashy Alley, but she had never taken a closer look. this intersection.
On the right side of the intersection is this bun shop, and on the left is the butcher shop. The two shops opposite the intersection are cloth shop and pawn shop. Unlike several other shops with their doors open for business, the main door of the pawn shop is closed. There were several little beggars sitting in the shade under the side eaves.
beggar?
Song You'an had never noticed beggars appearing on the streets of Kyoto, and now she couldn't help but look at them curiously.
(End of chapter)