Chapter 3 Song Lingqing
It was Xiao Cai outside the door. She looked slightly panicked and kept looking around.
Seeing Chu Zheng open the door, she quickly handed over the cloth bag in her hand:
"All the fragments are here. I put them all away that day, wondering if they could be repaired. Let the lady calm down."
Chu Zheng breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to take the baggage: "Thank you, I will repay the favor in the future."
Hearing this, Xiaocai looked a little hesitant and sighed:
"The second young lady may not come back, the eldest lady... is actually quite good. Working by her side, there will be no embarrassment. You should think about your future."
After advising, Xiaocai looked around, not daring to stay long, and left in a hurry.
The Song Mansion has been a century-old family and has a very high reputation. If the maids and servants meet late at night, if someone sees them, there will inevitably be some criticism.
Chu Zheng closed the door and opened the cloth bag, revealing the five fragments wrapped inside. The cracks were complete and tightly closed.
[Ling Jade Cup (Level 0): It was once a fine jade article with special material. If it is kept warm all year round, it may have a chance to channel spirits and be broken by your own hands. Fortunately, the fragments are complete, and it is not difficult for you to repair it. . 】
Chu Zheng ignored the information pouring out of his mind. He had no intention of repairing this jade lamp through the panel.
Miss Song may remember the fragment of this jade lamp one day. If she traces it all the way, it will be easy to find him.
This jade cup is the most precious instrument that he has access to in his current status. He wants to use it to verify some of his guesses.
About the panel, he still has a lot of questions and needs to make some attempts.
…………
…………
In the front yard of the Song Dynasty, there is a courtyard.
The snow that fell last night has been swept away, and the wet bluestone slab is like a precious mirror, reflecting the starlight in the sky.
A figure was dancing with a sword in the courtyard, as graceful as a dragon. Under the moonlight, there was a touch of perseverance in the painting-like eyebrows.
Qing Feng breathed three inches of sword energy, his sharp edge was revealed, and the sharp whistling sound was endless. The sword's power was changeable, sometimes like a violent storm, majestic, and sometimes like a clear lotus in the water, gentle and restrained.
Song Yun held the scabbard in his arms and stood quietly aside, the admiration in his eyes clearly visible.
Buzz——
Suddenly, the long sword in the woman's hand was thrown high and headed straight for Song Yun.
呲——
In the blink of an eye, the long sword was sheathed in the air, and a string of dazzling sparks were wiped out.
“Young lady’s inner strength has improved again.”
Song Yun exclaimed with admiration: “In five years at most, you will be able to step into the realm of a grandmaster. There are no grandmasters in their early twenties in the entire Great Zhou Dynasty. With a few people, I, the Song family, will probably have a great master.”
The Song family has a double jade, a fairy seedling, and a martial arts genius, who is famous in the Zhou Dynasty and even in the surrounding countries. It is a widely circulated story.
“So what if the great master doesn’t enter the Immortal Sect, he will be nothing more than a handful of loess in a hundred years.”
Song Lingxue shook her head slightly, slowly drew back her power, and exhaled a long breath. The hot mist from her throat condensed into an arrow, which flew nearly ten feet away before slowly dissipating.
Threads of hot mist rose from above her head, and her clothes, which were wet with sweat, were evaporated dry by the surging blood in the blink of an eye.
Xiao Cai carried the brocade box in his hand and walked forward slowly.
Song Lingxue opened the lid of the box, took out a steaming handkerchief, wiped her hands, glanced at Song Yun, and said casually:
"Have you sent the Jingyuan Pill?"
"Sent it away." Song Yun held the sword with both hands and bowed.
“What did he say?”
“It was Miss Xie.”
“Nothing else?”
Seeing Song Yun again Nodding, Song Lingxue frowned slightly: "Did you ever say that I specifically asked you?"
"I said it." Song Yun lowered his head and covered his dim eyes.
“That’s all.”
Song Lingxue twitched the corners of her lips: “I am becoming more and more aware of etiquette, and I have gained some memory after all.”
Song Yun remained silent. He could notice that Chu Zheng had indeed changed a lot. The impetuousness in his body was almost completely gone, and he became calm and restrained. Even if he intended to provoke Chu Zheng with the second lady's incident, he never got the expected reaction.
This punishment may have really made him grow.
"Song Yun, you are not young anymore. Have you ever thought about starting a family?"
Song Lingxue dropped the cold handkerchief in her hand, changed the subject, and said with a smile:
"I have watched Xiao Cai grow up since I was a child. I know the basics. If neither of you objects, I will make the decision for you, get rid of slavery, leave the house and start a family."
"The young lady was joking. , How can a slave have such a blessing? ”
Hearing this, Xiao Cai's cheeks turned slightly red and he stepped aside slightly panicked.
Song Yun has extraordinary martial arts skills and has read poetry and books since he was a child. His status among the servants of the Song Dynasty is unique. Even if his appearance is ordinary, he is still one of a thousand.
After all, face cannot be used as food. Like Chu Zheng, who can’t figure out his identity, the final end can be imagined.
"Miss has not yet married, how can I be one step ahead of you?" Song Yun raised his head and smiled, but his eyes were full of bitterness.
Precisely because they grew up together, Song Lingxue never regarded him as a real man. Song Yun had already seen through this.
"Where do these rules come from?"
Song Lingxue laughed and cursed, then became a little depressed and sighed softly:
"Dad, I have only two daughters, Lingqing and me, and now she has entered After leaving the Immortal Sect, the mortal relationship has been broken, and I am the only one who is the leader of the Song family. In order to continue the relationship, I will definitely recruit a son-in-law in the future. I can’t trust outsiders, so how can I start a family?"
As for the future husband-in-law, she said. I don’t have any requirements, I just want to find someone who is more pleasing to my eyes. I have been choosing from all over the house, but Chu Zheng is the only one who is more suitable.
But after repeated trials, her patience was somewhat exhausted.
She, Song Lingxue, is not a shameless and despicable person. After all, she has a bottom line. She can only do three things. If Chu Zheng doesn't want it, she won't be too demanding.
…………
…………
The next morning.
At dawn, Chu Zheng slowly opened his eyes, uncrossed his legs, rubbed his numb back, feeling a little helpless.
After trying again for a long time, he still couldn't find the sense of energy. He stayed up all night and was a little depressed.
Rubbing his eyebrows, Chu Zheng stood up, pushed the door open and walked out of the house.
The air outside, with the dampness and coldness of melted snow, penetrates directly into the organs.
On the ground not far away, two lunch boxes were already placed, vaguely steaming from the air. They had just been delivered.
In the lunch box, there is a bowl of porridge, six steamed buns, and six steamed buns.
People who practice martial arts have a big appetite. As for food, the Song family, as a martial arts family, will naturally not treat them poorly.
After breakfast, Chu Zheng performed a set of body-fitting punches to circulate his energy and blood until his whole body was warm, and then he began to clean the dirty room.
He is still a slave now. Since he has been given instructions, he must do some things to avoid getting into trouble.
It was already noon by the time he had basically swept the dirty room.
The lunch was more sumptuous, including four pounds of boiled meat, sprinkled with some salt, a large bowl of bone soup, garnished with chives, filled with oily flowers, a few steamed buns, and two plates of side dishes.
Even if Chu Zheng looked at it from the perspective before time travel, the standard of food was a bit too rich.
In today's ancient dynasty with low productivity, it is even more remarkable, even surpassing some of the middle class.
After finishing the lunch, Chu Zheng left the house to buy some materials for repair.
Repair, in the eyes of Chu Zheng, is a very serious matter.
Every cultural relic in the past life must be restored with great care. If you are careless, you will bury a piece of ancient history, which will cause many things to go wrong.
Due to the differences between the world and the background of the times, the process of searching for materials was not smooth. It was not until the sun set in the west that Chu Zheng barely found enough materials to partially repair the jade lamp.
When the sky was dark, Chu Zheng returned to the Song Mansion.
Before reaching the filthy room, Chu Zheng heard some exciting news from a servant passing by.
The second young lady of the Song family, Song Lingqing, who has not been heard from for several years, has returned home.
(End of this chapter)