I dress up as a poor noblewoman, and I bring my whole family home with my literary talent.

Chapter 13 Beaten
Although Song Lingyi had a modern soul, she was very clear that the ethics and morals of this era were strict. Even if a female emperor was in power and the status of women was improved, private transactions between men and women would still be criticized.

Song Xianglan's expression suddenly turned cold, whether she was dissatisfied with her fifth sister's preaching or her speculation about her feelings. "Brother Yi is from a famous family. How can ordinary men be compared with him? The Song family is weak. After Brother Yi agrees to marry me, he will find a job for Dad. Maybe if he is in a good mood, he can find a good husband for you and Fourth Sister."

"..."

Song Lingyi had nothing to say and continued to walk towards Sifang Pavilion.
She thought that the second sister was the only sober person in the Song family besides the fourth sister, so she kindly reminded him. She was not sure that this person could not be trusted, but she felt that since she came from a famous family, she must understand the secular etiquette better than her.

Who can't draw a cake?
Since the two of them love each other, he should not have had sex with her privately, but should have gone directly to her house, accepted the three letters and six gifts, and married her with four gifts and five gold medals.

The two parted unhappily and didn't say another word after returning to the banquet.

Song Lingyi had just sat down and hadn't even had a sip of tea when Xiao Xuan and his sisters blocked her table.

Song Lingyi, who was suddenly shrouded in shadow, looked up in confusion.
They looked down at her with contempt, and her back felt cold. She thought: They are not kind...

Just like when I was in middle school, there was a big sister in every class. She might not have thick eyebrows and big eyes or a tall figure, but she must have a flamboyant and unscrupulous personality. If she didn't like someone, she would gang up on them to bully them.

But she didn't know where she had offended them.

"Where did you go just now?" Xiao Xuan asked
"..." They surrounded her for no apparent reason, just wanting to ask her where she had been just now?

"Go to the toilet... go to the bathroom."

"You're talking nonsense!" Xiao Xuan stared and frowned, like a simple girl who was deceived by a scumbag.

"..." No way, what's going on?

Could it be that the matter of helping my second sister "guard the door" was exposed?
Xiao Xuan leaned forward, resting his hands on the table, and leveled his eyes with Song Lingyi. He threatened in a low voice, "I warn you to stay away from Young Marquis Xie. What is his status? What is your position? How dare a poor man like you marry into the Marquisate?!"

Song Lingyi was confused: "I'm marrying into a high-class mansion?"

She was so angry that she laughed. She just pointed out a way for Xie Yanshu, so how could it be considered marrying above her station? In fact, when Xie Yanshu wanted to ask her for advice on poetry, she ignored him!
"Miss Xiao, what you said is really unreasonable. Did you see it with your own eyes, or did Young Marquis Xie tell you that I was associating with him for no reason?" Song Lingyi's tone of questioning was polite and distant, making it impossible for the other party to find any fault. It was like stabbing a wet cowhide - slippery, soft, and impervious to water and fire.

Xiao Xuan was speechless. She couldn't say that she had sent someone to keep an eye on Xie Yanshu. She snorted coldly and said something cruel: "Just remember what I said."

It's inexplicable. There is no intersection. Why should I remember it?
Song Changling, who saw all this, looked confused. He thought the daughter of the cabinet minister had some extraordinary ability, but she was just a paper tiger.

The summer banquet ended, and the ladies boarded their carriages to return.

Inside the carriage, the four sisters of the Song family each had their own thoughts, and the narrow space made people more restless.

Song Lingwan really couldn't stand the weird atmosphere, so she lifted the curtain and looked outside. The street market was still bustling in the evening.

Song Changling, who was sitting opposite Song Lingyi, smiled: "Liao Liao stole the show today."

"Third sister, you never knew that your younger sister, who grew up under the same roof, had such talent. Even the princess values ​​you. You are truly an instant success."

These words sounded like a compliment to her, but Song Lingyi could not see any appreciation in the other person's eyes, only endless coldness and calculation.

"I don't usually see the third sister and the fifth sister communicating in the mansion. Even if the fifth sister has a lot of talents, how can the third sister know about her?" Song Lingwan's eyes were soft but powerful.

Even if they seldom communicated, they were sisters who had lived together for more than ten years. Song Changling knew Song Lingyi's strengths and weaknesses very well. Unless she was too good at disguising herself and had a master behind her to guide her, she could not have written those two poems.

Yes, the expert's advice

Xie Yanshu from Wu'an Marquis's Mansion was taught by a famous master, and could debate on behalf of his master at the age of 16. If Song Lingyi hooked up with him, writing two poems should be a piece of cake. Song Changling snorted and laughed, his eyes full of contempt, thinking: It's really a barking dog that bites.

……

The Song Mansion at night is like an ice cave.

The few lights under the eaves are not enough to illuminate the entire yard. In the courtyard, gurgling water flows down from narrow bamboo tubes and pours into the bamboo tubes below.

pat!

A crisp sound broke the silence in the east wing, and the bamboo tube flipped upwards.

The sound of gurgling water could be heard again in the courtyard.

Song Lingyi lay on the bed, pretending to look through her fourth sister's letter.

Song Lingwan was folding the clothes that had been hung out to dry in front of the round table. She thought for a long time and said, "Fifth sister, if you want to read, you'd better sit over here and read by candlelight. Don't damage your eyes."

"..."

Song Lingyi didn't want to read at all. She was afraid that her fourth sister would ask her how she wrote those two poems. It would be fine to lie to others, but she felt uneasy lying to her fourth sister.

Song Lingyi put down the letter and turned her back. "I'm going to sleep. Fourth sister, go to bed early too." She closed her eyes and dozed off.

bang bang bang-

The door of the east wing was knocked heavily.
Song Lingwan got up and opened the door

Ah Zhu outside the door looked anxious: "Hello, Fourth Miss, the master asked Fifth Miss to go to the hall."

Song Lingwan sensed something was wrong from the other person's expression and asked, "It's so late, what's the matter, Dad?"

Ah Zhu was about to speak but stopped, saying, "The master is in a bad mood, please ask Miss Fifth to go quickly."

Song Lingyi opened her eyes and had a bad feeling in her heart. She got up, put on her clothes, and followed Ah Zhu to the hall.

It was time to rest, but the candles in the hall were still burning.
In the corridor, Song Lingyi followed behind Azhu, her steps becoming slower and slower.

It was not until she stood at the door of the hall that she found that all the elders in the family were there. Their eyes swept over her with anger, sarcasm, and hatred, leaving Song Lingyi at a loss.

Master Song held a cane in his hand, his eyes fierce and fierce: "Come here!"

Candlelight flickers in the hall
Song Lingyi was shocked and felt a sense of fear.
Come on, it would be strange if you are not afraid of such a thick vine!
"You debt collector, what are you still standing there for? Get in here right away!" Mrs. Song said coldly.

Song Lingyi wanted to escape, but she knew in her heart that she couldn't. Even if she could escape, what was waiting for her would only be a deeper purgatory.

She stepped into the hall, where huge candles were held high, and sweat was slightly on her forehead.

Mr. Song, with a frosty face, said nothing and raised his hand to hit Song Lingyi with the cane.
hiss--

She subconsciously tried to hide from the pain, but she couldn't. The cane hit her body like a heavy rain.
She didn't even know what she had done wrong to be beaten so harshly.
The dim candlelight shone directly on her, revealing her red and swollen cheeks, the bleeding corners of her mouth, and the marks where the cane had cut her skin.

(End of this chapter)