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

Chapter 29 Parting on bad terms
Song Lingyi frowned slightly

How could she not understand the meaning behind Madam Yun Ji's words? "Madam, you are joking. I am the daughter of the Song family, not a prostitute in a brothel. Please tell me where my father is."

Madam Yun Ji just smiled without saying anything, her eyes shifted towards the Qiu Shui Pavilion on the second floor.

Song Lingyi followed her gaze
Outside the door of Qiu Shui Pavilion, there were two strong men standing on each side. As expected, they were also looking at Song Lingyi.

"Thank you very much"

Song Lingyi bypassed Madam Yunji and went upstairs

When Song Lingyi approached, one of the gatekeepers knocked on the door of Qiushui Pavilion and said, "Sir, the fifth young lady of the Song family is here."

Inside the house, Mr. Song, who was in tears, heard that his youngest daughter was coming. He looked up suddenly, his eyes mixed with astonishment, doubt, and hesitation, and finally he showed joy as if he had survived a disaster.

At this time, Song Lingyi was already standing outside the door

A voice came from inside the door: "Let her in"

It sounds familiar, it's Lu Jing's voice.

When Song Lingyi came, she was still a little skeptical as to whether Mr. Lu from Suochunlou was Lu Jing. But now it seems that there is no doubt about it.

Why is this person so mysterious? On the one hand, he is the owner of a brothel, and on the other hand, he is a martial arts expert.

No matter what, this person is dangerous and you can't have too much contact with him.

The man guarding the door was quite respectful and opened the door for Song Lingyi.
It was still daytime, and the Qiushui Pavilion was bright. The newly boiled water on the small red clay stove was emitting large clouds of steam, which floated out of the half-open carved window lattices. On the windowsill, a white porcelain vase with bamboo and stone reliefs and flowers on it was upright, reflecting the sunlight.

Lu Jing was sitting next to the tea table, wearing a warm white robe with bamboo patterns, with a casual posture. His bony hands slowly raised the boiling water and poured it into the teapot.

Mr. Song was still kneeling on the carpet with peony patterns. He was wearing the same clothes he had worn when he left home the day before, but they were a little dirtier and messier, and he looked much more haggard, as if he had been living in a dark room and had not seen the sun for a long time. His eyes were much more cloudy and his expression was dull.

My dad has always been a person who pays great attention to his appearance. After these two days of hardships, he looks like a sloppy puppy, pitiful and ridiculous.

Song Lingyi clenched her hands into fists at her side, feeling a little angry and anxious, and looked at Lu Jing with complicated eyes.

The other party seemed to be in a good mood and raised his hand to motion for her to sit down.

"Boss Lu, you don't have to be polite. My father is still kneeling on the ground. How can I, as his daughter, sit down peacefully?"

The sunlight shone on her beautiful face, illuminating her soft features.

Gentle and indifferent look

His demeanor keeps people at a distance, and beneath his gentle and elegant conversation, he hides a lonely and arrogant heart.

Lu Jing paused while making tea, and a hint of doubt appeared in his eyes. As smart as he was, he naturally noticed that Song Lingyi seemed angry, but what was she angry about?

"It's only been a few days since we last met, why is Miss Song so distant?"

Mr. Song was stunned and asked in surprise: "Do you know each other?"

Song Lingyi glanced at him indifferently, and Mr. Song lowered his head and kept silent.

"Boss Lu promised that he would let my father go as long as I came. I wonder if he still means it?"

Lu Jing held his chin with one hand, his brows twitching slightly, wondering how the emotions of the woman in front of him could be so unpredictable, "Of course it counts." "Azhao, please take Mr. Song to another room to change." Lu Jing called out loudly, and one of the gatekeepers pushed the door open, picked up Mr. Song from the ground, and took him out.

Mr. Song was in a daze the whole time, and only reacted when he was locked back in another room.

My little daughter actually knows the owner of Suochunlou!

Who is this Lu Jing? He is a well-known and romantic figure in Chang'an. He holds countless connections with high-ranking officials. Suochunlou makes a fortune every day, and he is also very wealthy.

Since they knew each other and seemed to have a good relationship, why did the people in Suochunlou wrongly accuse and embarrass him? Master Song pondered for a while, then suddenly slapped his thigh and gritted his teeth: "Oh! This little beast must still be holding a grudge against her for beating her, and is looking for this surname Lu to avenge her!"

Next door Qiushui Pavilion

Lu Jing tapped the tea table with his fingers, and said in a neutral tone, "Miss Song is really capable. She returned to Chang'an so quickly and caught up with Princess Qi Yang's birthday banquet."

"Since I can refuse your help in this difficult situation, I must have a way to get out of this situation."

She still stood there, and when their eyes met, they could clearly see the temptation in each other's eyes.

With a chuckle, "If that's the case, then if there's no birthday party, you will accept my help."

Song Lingyi thought for a moment and answered bluntly: "No."

With a smile on his face, Lu Jing's usual lazy and arrogant spirit disappeared at this moment. He touched his back teeth with the tip of his tongue, "No? Do you have a way to make the Song family beg you to return to Chang'an?"

"The princess invited me to her birthday banquet simply because those two poems became popular at the Zhuxia Banquet. My father beat me and drove me away from Chang'an because I became popular at the Zhuxia Banquet. If I had not become popular, I would not have been beaten, I would not have left Chang'an, I would not have met you, and naturally they would not have needed to beg me to come back." Song Lingyi said.

After hearing this, Lu Jing felt more and more that something was not right. He stared at her sharply and said, "You mean, the source of all this is because you have been in the spotlight?"

Song Lingyi shook her head: "A common man is innocent, but he is guilty of possessing a treasure. If someone is jealous of me, it only shows that I am excellent. If a person does not know how to hide his shortcomings, then he must have the courage to take risks."

……

Another moment of silence

Song Lingyi seemed to have made up her mind. She took a deep breath and said, "Why don't you tell me, Mr. Lu, why did you wrongly accuse my father of cheating and chop off his hand?"

Lu Jing smiled and picked up the teacup in front of him. The rising white mist misted his delicate eyes and eyebrows. "What's your attitude, Miss Song? Can't you see that I'm helping you? A beating and a cup of tea, you are so generous, but do you think they will accept it?"

Song Lingyi was silent for a moment, her voice became colder, "When did I ever say I needed you to help me out?"

The atmosphere suddenly became solemn, and a hint of annoyance flashed in Lu Jing's eyes.

The irritability in Song Lingyi's heart was released at this moment, "You think I should be grateful to you for teaching him a lesson? You are wrong."

"The reason why you are so unscrupulous in wronging and bullying my family is simply because you look down on the Song family and don't respect me. I have already said that I will avenge myself, so why do you need to interfere? In your eyes, we are just the most insignificant people in Chang'an City. You can decide life and death, and human life is worthless in your eyes."

"But I'm different. I'm just an ordinary person. To me, life has nothing to do with status. Everyone is equal. Who's life is not accompanied by helpless chaos? I don't need them to obey me. I just want my family to live in confusion."

Lu Jing was at a loss and puzzled by her outburst. He sneered at the phrase "all life is equal" in his heart. This fantastic phrase can only be used to deceive himself. People are born into different classes, bamboo doors facing bamboo doors, wooden doors facing wooden doors, poor in the east and rich in the west, rich in the south and humble in the north.

"So, I am meddling in other people's business?"

His expression gradually became gloomy, and his voice became lowered, as if if she said "yes", she would have to pay a price.

(End of this chapter)