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

Chapter 62: Cuiwei Residence

"Memorize every word?!" Song Lingyi almost fell off her chair. Although memorization is essential in studying literature, these are two very complicated books, so thick, and she has to memorize the whole book!

"Well, this is just the basics. There are some important things that I haven't taught you yet." Ye Xuan said as a matter of course.

Song Lingyi's scalp tingled. "Master, aren't you specialized in astrology, feng shui, and fortune-telling? The meridians of the human body should belong to the field of medicine, right? Do you also know medical skills?"

Ye Xu'an smiled and said, "Master knows more than these. Disciple, you should follow me and learn well. You will become a great man in the future."

I see, the master is the legendary hexagonal warrior!

As one gets older, it's normal to know a lot.

"Disciple understands. I will recite it right away."

……

The first day at the Bureau of Astronomy was spent endorsing documents, and the officials of the Bureau went off duty one after another.

When Song Lingyi walked out of the gate of Daqing Palace, the steep rafters were dyed with brilliant red clouds, and the orange-red sunset shone on her body. She felt as if she was in another world. She didn't expect that after coming to Daliang, she would have to go through a brainstorming session, reading and memorizing books frantically.

I am also thankful that this body is young and has not yet reached the point where I have to open a book with Ma Dongmei and close it with Sun Honglei.

Ye Xuan has his own Imperial Master's Mansion in Chang'an, and has special permission from the emperor, so he doesn't have to come to the Imperial Astronomy Bureau every day. After class today, he specifically told Song Lingyi that he would be going out of the city tomorrow and would not come to the Imperial Astronomy Bureau, and asked Song Lingyi to memorize the text on her own initiative.

At dusk, Song Lingyi returned to Nansui Garden exhausted and met Ruan Dianji outside her residence.

"Sister Ruan, why are you here?"

Ruan Dianji gently waved the envelope in his hand, smiling mysteriously: "Of course I'm here to deliver a letter to someone."

Although she was not mentioned directly, Song Lingyi could tell that she was being talked about.

Half surprised and half suspicious, he asked, "Family letter, who wrote it to me?"

Ruan Dianji thought her question was quite funny, "Family letters are naturally written by family members."

Of course Song Lingyi knew that it was written by her family, but she was a little bit unbelievable. There were few people in the Song family who liked her. Even her own mother hated her, and yet she would write a letter to her. This was really the first time.

Before opening the envelope, she thought it was written by her fourth sister, but after reading the contents, she found that it was not that simple.

This is not a letter from home, it's an invitation!

On August 12, the Song Mansion held a promotion banquet. It was most likely the work of Madam Song. She was probably too lazy to write a separate letter to inform everyone, so she just directly slipped the invitation.

"Your family is going to hold a party?!" Ruan Dianji's head moved closer to Song Lingyi and he sighed, "What a pity, that day is not a holiday, we can't go."

"But you can go back. Didn't His Majesty allow you to enter and leave the palace? Go back and attend your own promotion banquet. No one will gossip about you." Ruan Dianji said.

My own promotion banquet...

Song Lingyi was stunned. If this promotion banquet was really held for her, would they choose such an awkward day?

However, family disgrace should not be made public, and it is better not to spread the little things between the Song family members.

Song Lingyi put away the invitation and suddenly thought of something important. She asked, "Sister Ruan, can we only write to family members in the palace?"

"Of course not. There is no hard and fast rule in the palace that you can only write to family members. Once you have written it, just ask the officials to annotate the destination." Ruan Dianji said.

Song Lingyi nodded in understanding. This would make things easier.

…………The days working in the Taishi Bureau were relatively easy

Because the officials were all older, they treated Song Lingyi like their daughter. Ye Xuan was not always in Daqing Palace, so whenever she had any questions, she could ask them and they would patiently solve them.

The day I received the reply was the tenth day of August.
It happened that Ye Xuan'an was not at home, so after Song Lingyi finished memorizing today's lessons, she asked Tang Taishi Cheng for leave to leave the palace.

The venue agreed upon in the letter was a teahouse near Nanqiao. Ever since the Hesi Building was burned down, the business of the nearby teahouses has improved a lot.

The teahouse is on the west side of Nanqiao, named Cuiweiju, with a quiet and elegant environment.

Song Lingyi went out of the palace today, wearing a veil hat and a crabapple red skirt. Her figure was as elegant and graceful as a fairy, and she stood out in the crowd.

At about 3 p.m., there were still many guests in Cuiweiju. After she told the waiter at the door about her reservation, he led her to a private room on the second floor.

The boy knocked gently on the door
After hearing the person inside say "Come in", he pushed the door open for her, "Young lady, please come in."

"Working hard"

The room was spacious and bright, elegantly furnished. Outside the window was the Nanhe River. There was a tea table by the window, and white mist was curling from the round incense burner. Zhao Yinxian sat lazily by the table, her black hair tied up high, with a single silver hairpin, and her eyebrows slanted into her temples. Seeing Song Lingyi coming, she said indifferently, "Sit down."

Song Lingyi smiled. She had been exposed to the world in the palace and said tactfully, "Sister Zhao, have you been waiting for a long time? I will be the host for today's meal. Please don't be polite to me."

Zhao Yinxian curled her lips and snorted, "Come on, don't try to be like a Chang'an person with me. We are almost the same age, why should we be polite? If anyone wants to treat me, I will treat you."

Song Lingyi had long been familiar with Zhao Yinxian's straightforward personality, so she skipped the small talk and went straight to the point, "I wrote to you two days ago, but I couldn't find anyone suitable to help, so I had to trouble you."

"Don't you have a personal relationship with Her Royal Highness the Princess? Why did you think of looking for me? It should be easier for her to find someone than it is for me, right?" Zhao Yinxian said.

Song Lingyi raised her face, her clear black eyes were full of frankness: "To be honest, if this matter troubles Her Royal Highness the Princess and Her Royal Highness asks about it, I'm afraid it will be difficult to handle the follow-up."

"Then you are not afraid of my further questioning?"

Song Lingyi was silent for a moment, and said, "Sister Zhao is a generous person who doesn't dwell on trivial matters. Since Sister Zhao promised to help me with my affairs, I will naturally feel relieved to tell her."

Zhao Yinxian looked at her for a long while, her red lips moved, and her eyes moved unnaturally to the window: "I'm not interested."

"Look there," she pointed at the Nanhe River downstairs with her chin.

Song Lingyi looked in the direction of the scene. People were coming and going downstairs. There were many merchants sailing on the Nanhe River, and occasionally one or two aristocratic pleasure boats passed by.

"The person you asked me to investigate is on that pleasure boat."

The bare-handed woman with distinct joints pointed at the huge mahogany pleasure boat. It was intricately carved and crafted, and it was obvious at a glance that it was very expensive.

In broad daylight, on the deck of a pleasure boat, several well-dressed young men gathered together drinking and writing poetry.

Song Lingyi frowned slightly and scanned those people one by one.
This one is too fat...

This appearance is unsightly...

This one is pretty decent, but too old...

This one seems a little shorter...

Until a man came out of the cabin. The man looked handsome and gentle, and his back matched the figure that day. It was just that it had been too long, so I didn't know if there would be any deviation.

Zhao Yinxian looked at her and locked her eyes on Zhou Yisheng, saying, "Yes, it's him."

(End of this chapter)