Poor Lady

The next morning, Qi Surong climbed out of the warm quilt, stretched lazily, got dressed, opened the door, and said with a smile to the quiet white snow outside, "Good morning."

He walked briskly to the kitchen, made a fire, boiled water, and prepared meals.

When her family woke up, she had already made a hot breakfast.

Seeing that her brows were full of serenity, Qi's mother couldn't help but ask, "Rong Er, what's the happy event today?"

"The new year is new, how can you not be happy?" Qi Surong smiled.

Mother Qi also smiled and didn't ask any more questions.

After the meal, Qi Surong sent a red envelope to the servants of the official family, and took another two days off.

Qi's father's concubine was arranged by Qi's mother, and Qi Surong did not interfere.

The first day of the new year is a day to save relatives, but the Qi family has no other elders in the capital. I thought it would be a peaceful day. Who knew that after noon, the door of Qi's house would be knocked one after another. Most of the people who came were the neighbors nearby. In order to thank Qi Surong for promoting the method of pan kang, they came to the door with an uneasy mood. Thanks and a little gift.

Taking into account the reputation of the Qi family, they didn't dare to stay any longer, they just put down the gifts and left, but this was a good start.

Although the gift is thin, it is of great significance, which means that today's Qi family is being accepted again by the world.

In the next few days, the Qi family successively received gifts from Gu Jinyun, Zhuang Qiao'e, Miss Zhang, and some of Qi's father's former colleagues and aristocratic families.

Qi Surong recorded them one by one, and then prepared to return the salute respectively.

In this life, the Qi family is no longer a roar at the door, but gradually regained some popularity. The hard work of the past six months has not been in vain.

"Huh? Feng Zhan?" Qi Surong was surprised to see the name on the gift list, "He's back?"

Feng Zhan is the eldest son of the Feng family in the capital. He is currently the Chancellor of Xingweiwei Temple, the current court minister. He was appointed as a diplomatic envoy two years ago, and he was sent to Aruba, Dayun and other countries.

He had a good relationship with Qi Surong since he was a child. When he grew up, he had fewer opportunities to meet each other, but he often exchanged letters.

For two years, things were different, and it was unexpected that he still remembered himself.

Liu family.

"Brother Feng is back?" Liu Qian'er said happily, "Brother, when are we going to invite him out?"

Liu Muhan looked at her sister and smiled, "He only came back three days ago, and he also brought Aruba's envoys, so he must be empty these few days."

"Oh." Liu Qian'er responded in disappointment.

"You really miss him." Liu Muhan teased, "Don't worry, when he is done, I will bring him to my sister for my brother."

"Brother." Liu Qian'er stomped her feet and ran away with a shy face.

Running all the way back to the room, Liu Qian'er smiled at the bronze mirror.

After waiting for so long, I finally came back.

She put down her hair bun, picked up the comb and combed it slowly, her eyes were serene, and the corner of her mouth smirked.

It's been two years of waiting, but now it's a torment to wait two more minutes.

After Liu Qianer dressed herself up, she rode in the carriage towards the palace.

Stopping not far from the palace gate, she lifted the curtain and looked out, her eyes constantly swiping over the dignitaries who came and went.

Although I can't talk openly, it's good to take a look from a distance.

She just waited, waiting for Feng Zhan to come out of the palace.

After an unknown time, the person she was thinking about finally appeared in her sight.

Liu Qian'er's breathing was a little short, and her eyes were burning. That person is more mature and handsome than two years ago, and he still has a bit of spontaneity in his gestures, like the warm sun in winter, which is reassuring.

"Brother Feng..." Liu Qian'er called out in a low voice.

Feng Zhan took the reins handed over by the guard, jumped onto the horse, and walked past Liu Qian'er like a stroll.

"Follow, don't let him find out." She ordered immediately.

The groom responded and followed slowly.

Liu Qian'er was both nervous and excited, trying her best to suppress the urge to stop him, and followed him far behind.

Feng Zhan walked straight in the direction of Fengfu. Liu Qianer thought he was going home, but she didn't want him to go over the house and continue forward.

Where does he want to go? Liu Qian'er was puzzled.

Soon, her face became more and more ugly.

Feng Zhan was obviously heading towards Qi's house. He stopped for a while outside the Qi's house where the seal was attached, and then walked towards the East Street where Qi's house is currently located.

Turning the corner, Feng Zhan pulled the reins and sat on the back of a horse looking at the gate of Qi's house, his back looking a little desolate.

After looking at it for a full moment, he drove away on a horse, completely unaware that a woman was watching him on the carriage in the distance.

"Qi Surong, he still remembers Qi Surong!" Liu Qian'er clenched her fist tightly, her nails almost digging into her flesh.

She looked up in the direction of Qi's house, her eyes full of resentment.

"The Qi family has lost power, what qualifications does Qi Surong have to compete with me?" Liu Qian'er ordered coldly, "Go back to the manor!"

Qi Surong didn't know that because of Feng Zhan's return, she was regarded as a thorn in the side by some people.

It's really a tree that wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop. There is nothing in the world, but people's hearts are complicated, and grievances are difficult to settle.

After the Spring Festival, Yunrong Xiuzhuang reopened.

As Zhuo Fan, Qi Surong sent a red envelope to all the embroidered girls to ask for good luck.

These embroidery girls are quite comfortable working here, and they also like this little boy very much. The two sides cooperate happily. In his spare time, Qi Surong will also teach the embroidery girls some new embroidery methods.

In the last life, she lived on embroidery for ten years. The needle and thread were like fingers and arms in her hands, with many changes, and the skills were far beyond the current level.

Although the embroidery girls were amazed that a 12- or 13-year-old boy had mastered such superb embroidery skills, they did not get to the bottom of it. For them, the more they learn, the more money they can make. As for the others, it is not in their scope of consideration.

On the other hand, Su Bao returned to Yingshu Pavilion and continued to study with Mr. Xu.

Originally, there were only two students under Mr. Xu's family, he and Ji Yun, but at the beginning of this year, there were two more students.

Xu Chen pointed to the two people around him and introduced, "Ji Yun, Su Bao, this is Huang Zheng and Sun Lingxuan, and they will be your classmates in the future."

The four greet each other.

Xu Chen added: "There is another student named 'Zhuofan'. She is quite special. She doesn't come to the bookstore often. I will introduce her to you when I have the opportunity."

The four of them are all curious, special? How about special law?

Xu Chen seemed to see through their thoughts, but he didn't answer. He knocked on the table and said, "Okay, let's start."

In Qi Surong's memory, Xu Chen only accepted three students in his last life. Now that there are more of her and Subao, I don't know what impact it will have on the future.

She can't tell Su Bao about the woman disguising as a man for the time being. He is too young to hide the secret. She decided to go to the bookstore every seven days off, just in time to stagger from Subao.

Taking Xu Chen as a teacher not only requires an identity, but also has the opportunity to participate in the discussion of current affairs.

After all, as a woman, your knowledge is limited, and you can only broaden your horizons by constantly communicating with others.

Of Xu Chen's students, only Sun Lingxuan lived far away, so he usually wouldn't go home for two or three months.

All the classmates in Yingshuge left that day, and he was the only one left to study homework in the study. At this moment, he looked through the window and saw a young man walking towards the inner hall under the guidance of a servant.

Huh? Who is that? Could it be the last student that Mr. Xu mentioned - "Zhuofan"?

Curious, Sun Lingxuan put down the book and walked towards the inner hall, but when he reached the door, he was told by the servant not to enter the room to disturb him.

Sun Lingxuan frowned, but not annoyed, he walked to the pavilion and waited for tea.

This wait was an hour. He was very patient, and he took advantage of his free time to memorize the words he learned recently several times until the young man came out of the inner hall.

The young man was only twelve or thirteen years old, handsome in appearance, elegant in temperament, and faintly noble in his gestures, quite aristocratic.

"This young master, please stay." Seeing that the boy was about to leave, Sun Lingxuan called out.

The young man turned his head, stared at it for a moment, and said with a smile, "It turned out to be Brother Sun, and the younger brother Zhuo Fan is polite."

A hint of surprise flashed in Sun Lingxuan's eyes, and he asked, "How do you know I'm Sun Lingxuan? We've met?"

"No." The boy explained, "I just heard Mr. Xu introduce a few senior brothers, and the younger brother wrote it down."

"Just write down my name, how do I know which one of the several senior brothers I am?"

The young man smiled and said, "Isn't Brother Sun the only one left in the bookstore today?"

"Ah!" Sun Lingxuan patted his forehead and laughed, "Look at me being confused."

He walked up to the boy and asked, "Brother Zhuo is going home?"

"Exactly."

"Are you coming tomorrow?"

"No." The young man replied, "I have a lot of nosy things, and I'm afraid I won't be able to study with a few senior brothers."

"That's a pity." Sun Lingxuan said regretfully, "There will be a literary contest in half a month, and students from several colleges will participate. I wonder if Junior Brother Zhuo will be able to fight with us in other colleges?"

The boy asked curiously, "How does Wenbi compare? Can Brother Sun tell me in detail."

"You've never participated in Wenby?"

"Yes."

Sun Lingxuan then explained: "Wenbi will be held once a month, and each college will send a few to dozens of people to participate in the competition. The content of the competition includes poetry and poetry, classics, history, strategy, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, etc. For reference The age of the participants is limited to under the age of 20, and a college can send a maximum of 20 people to participate. Each person can choose one or several questions. Only the top three will get points. All points will be counted into their respective colleges. According to the total score ranking. The winner will be awarded the document. I heard that last year, Ji Yun, senior brother, fought against the elites by himself, and won 22 points for Yingshuge, ranking third in the total score. Admirable."

"Amazing." The boy applauded.

Sun Lingxuan said with anticipation, "This time there are more brothers Huang and me in Yingshu Pavilion, and the odds of winning are a little better. I wonder if Zhuo Xuedi is good at it?"

The young man thought for a while and replied, "I have little knowledge, so I have some attainments in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting."

"Although the score of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting is not as high as that of the history and strategy theory, it can't be ignored. Zhuo Xuedi, come to participate! Even if you don't want to go to battle, you can increase your knowledge by watching others compete."

"Well, I'll think about it, thank you Brother Sun." The boy folded his fists and left.

Sun Lingxuan looked at his back, always felt that he was a bit special, but he couldn't tell what was special, it seemed... very friendly?

He shook his head amusingly, and slowly walked back to his study while reading the poem.