The sky was covered with snow. Bai Zhi walked hurriedly, holding an oil-paper umbrella and hugging Song Lingzhi back to Linyue Pavilion.
"I just ran into Sister Chuntao when I was returning to the flower hall."
For fear of delay in delivering the hand warmer to Song Lingzhi, Bai Zhi asked Wei Ziyuan, who was agile, to help her make the trip.
But when she returned to the theater, she saw Song Lingzhi standing under the eaves in a trance.
Without thinking too much, Bai Zhi hurriedly stuffed the hand warmer into Song Lingzhi's arms and lowered her voice into Song Lingzhi's ear.
"Miss, Chuntao secretly sent me a message saying that Madam is planning to come over tomorrow to ask about your homework. Please be careful."
Song Lingzhi was stunned, and immediately forgot about Shen Yan. She was stunned: "... What?"
Bai Zhi hurriedly hugged her and walked back: "Miss, you haven't copied a single post in the past half month, and you haven't written your characters properly. If the lady sees this tomorrow, she will definitely be angry."
Jiang had always been strict with Song Lingzhi, so Song Lingzhi did not dare to be careless and quickly returned to the house holding Bai Zhi's hand.
Lights were lit everywhere in Linyue Pavilion, and a group of servants and old women stood under the eaves holding sheep-horn lanterns, making it as bright as day.
Two candles as thick as arms were burning on the long black lacquered and gold-painted table. The candlelight flickered. Qiuyan held the candle clippers lightly and cut the lamp wicks.
Not daring to disturb Song Lingzhi, he quietly moved to the fumigation cage, opened the cover and added a few refreshing mint biscuits.
Song Lingzhi sat in front of a rosewood marble desk, writing furiously.
I have been lazy and slack for more than half a month and haven't even posted a single post.
Song Lingzhi searched through boxes and cabinets, but only found a few old calligraphy pieces on the desk, which were barely enough to handle the task. In desperation, Song Lingzhi could only copy them overnight.
Three quarters of an hour.
Under the eaves, a maid who had been on night watch could no longer bear it and dozed off quietly, holding a sheep-horn lantern and feeling drowsy.
His head accidentally hit the pillar, causing a "bang" sound, and he immediately received a glare from the woman on duty.
The little maid stood up in panic. From a distance, she saw a man wearing a dark blue crane cloak, holding a gilded lacquered wooden box in both hands, walking towards her from the corridor.
The person who came walked slowly and looked calm.
The little maid rubbed her eyes and almost thought she was seeing things. After a closer look, she discovered that it was the attendant that Song Lingzhi brought back from Jinming Temple.
She has sword-like eyebrows, star-like eyes, and a tall and slender figure.
The little maid subconsciously held her breath and quietly pulled up the gorilla felt curtain for Wei Ziyuan. After the people left, the little maid reluctantly moved her eyes away from Wei Ziyuan.
In the warm room.
The three-legged animal-ear enamel incense burner is lit with crabapple incense, and the fragrant mist is thick.
Song Lingzhi held his forehead with one hand, feeling dizzy and extremely tired.
Qiuyan took the savings box from Wei Ziyuan and placed it on the high table beside her.
"Young lady, please take a rest. If you overwork yourself and damage your eyes, the old lady will be very sad. The kitchen has sent over fish balls and chicken skin soup. Young lady, would you like to try it?"
The desk was piled high with poetry books. Song Lingzhi's eyes were tired and she said weakly, "I'm afraid it's too late."
The debt I owe is huge. Even if I write all night without sleep, it would just be a drop in the bucket.
Bai Zhi sighed softly: "What did the servant say? Young lady should have listened to my advice in the past. If she had practiced writing more characters on a daily basis, why would she have to study late into the night?"