Poor Lady

Chapter 26: Feng Zhan

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Early the next morning, Qi Surong climbed out of the warm quilt, stretched lazily, dressed and freshened up, opened the door, smiled at the quiet white snow outside and said, "Good morning."

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

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

Qi's mother saw the spring color on her brows and couldn't help but ask: "Rong'er, what's the happy event today?"

"How can you not be happy about the New Year and the new atmosphere?" Qi Surong smiled.

Qi's mother also smiled and asked no more questions.

After the meal, Qi Surong gave a red envelope to all the official maids and gave them two days of leave.

Qi's father's concubines were arranged by Qi's mother, and Qi Surong did not interfere.

The first day of the new year is a day to visit relatives, but the Qi family has no other elders in the capital. I thought it would be a peaceful day, but after noon, the door of Qi's house was knocked one after another. Most of the people who came were nearby neighbors. In order to thank Qi Surong for promoting the method of Pan Kang, they came to the door with trepidation. Thank you and bring some small gifts.

Because they were concerned about the reputation of the Qi family, they did not dare to stay any longer. They just put down their gifts and left, but this was already a good start.

Although the gift is thin, it is of great significance. This means that the Qi family is now being accepted by the world again.

In the next few days, the Qi family 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 gifts respectively.

In this life, the Qi family is no longer a crowd at the door, but has gradually regained some popularity. The efforts of the past six months have finally paid off.

"Huh? Feng Zhan?" Qi Surong was quite surprised when he saw 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 Prime Minister of Chaoyi Langxingwei Weisi. He was appointed as a diplomatic envoy two years ago and went to Aluoba, Universiade and other countries.

He had a good relationship with Qi Surong since he was a child. As he grew up, the chances of meeting him decreased, but he often exchanged letters.

In two years, things have changed and people have changed. Unexpectedly, he still remembers me.

Liu family.

"Brother Feng is back?" Liu Qian'er said happily, "Brother, when can we ask him out to get together?"

Liu Muhan looked at his sister and said with a smile, "He just came back three days ago and brought Aroba's envoy. He must not be free these days."

"Oh." Liu Qian'er responded disappointedly.

"You do miss him very much." Liu Muhan teased, "Don't worry, when he is done, I will definitely bring him to my sister to see."

"Brother." Liu Qian'er stamped her feet and ran away with a shameful face.

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

After waiting and looking forward to it for so long, I finally got this person back.

She put down her bun and picked up the comb to comb it slowly, with spring in her eyes and a smile on her lips.

I have been waiting for two years, but now waiting for two more moments is torture.

After Liu Qian'er dressed up carefully, she took a carriage and drove towards the palace.

Stopping not far outside the palace gate, she lifted the curtain and looked out, her eyes constantly scanning the dignitaries coming and going.

Although you can't come up to 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 amount of time, the person she had longed for finally appeared in her sight.

Liu Qian'er's breathing was a little rapid and her eyes were burning. That man was more mature and handsome than two years ago, and he still had a certain sense of willfulness in his movements, which was as reassuring as the warm sunshine in winter.

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

Feng Zhan took the reins from the guard, jumped on the horse, and walked past Liu Qian'er's eyes like a leisurely stroll.

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

The groom responded and followed slowly.

Liu Qian'er was nervous and excited, trying hard to suppress the urge to call him out, and followed him from a distance.

Feng Zhan walked straight in the direction of Feng Mansion. Liu Qian'er thought he was going home, but she didn't expect that he would cross the door and continue moving forward.

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

Soon, her face became increasingly ugly.

Feng Zhan was obviously heading towards the Qi family. He first stopped for a while outside the sealed Qi Mansion, and then walked towards the East Street where Qi's home was currently located.

Turning the corner, Feng Zhan pulled the reins, sat on the horse and looked at the door of Qi's house in the distance. His back looked a little desolate.

After watching for a full moment, he rode away, completely unaware that a woman was paying attention to him on the carriage in the distance.

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

She raised her head and looked in the direction of the Qi family, her eyes filled with resentment.

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

Qi Surong had no idea that because of Feng Zhan's return, she would be regarded as a thorn in the side of some people again.

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

After the Spring Festival, Yunrong Xiuzhuang reopened.

As Zhuo Fan, Qi Surong sent a red envelope to all the embroiderers to seek good luck.

These embroidery girls all felt quite comfortable working here, and they also liked the young master very much. The two parties cooperated happily. In their spare time, Qi Surong would also teach the embroidery girls some new embroidery methods.

In her previous life, she made a living by embroidery for ten years. The needle and thread were in her hands like fingers and arms, and her skills were versatile and far beyond the current level.

Although the embroidery girls were surprised that a boy of 12 or 13 years old had mastered such superb embroidery skills, they did not get to the bottom of it. For them, the more skills they learn, the more money they can earn. As for the rest, they are not within their scope of consideration.

On the other side, Su Bao returned to Ying Shu Pavilion and continued to study with Mr. Xu.

Originally, Mr. Xu had only two students, namely him and Ji Yun. At the beginning of this year, there were two more students.

Xu Chen pointed at the two people around him and introduced: "Ji Yun, Su Bao, these are Huang Zheng and Sun Lingxuan, they will be your classmates from now on."

The four of them greeted each other.

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

All four of them looked curious, special? How special

Xu Chen seemed to have read through their thoughts, but did not answer. He knocked on the table and said, "Okay, let's get started."

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

She couldn't tell Subao about her disguise as a man yet. He was too young and probably couldn't hide the secret. She decided to go to the bookstore every seven days off, just in time to miss Su Bao.

Becoming a disciple of Xu Chen not only requires an identity, but also gives you the opportunity to participate in discussions on current affairs.

After all, as a woman, my knowledge is limited. Only by constantly communicating with others can we broaden our horizons.

Among Xu Chen's students, only Sun Lingxuan lives far away, so he usually doesn't go home for two or three months.

On this day, all the classmates in Yingshuge left, leaving him alone in the study to review his homework. At this moment, through the window, he saw a young man walking towards the inner hall led by a servant.

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

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

Sun Lingxuan frowned, but was not annoyed at all. He walked to the pavilion, drank tea and waited.

He waited for an hour, and he was so patient that he actually took advantage of his free time to recite the words he had learned recently several times until the young man came out of the inner hall.

The young man was only twelve or thirteen years old. He had a handsome appearance, an elegant and quiet temperament, and there was a faint sense of nobility in his gestures. He seemed to belong to a noble family, and it was obvious at a glance that he was from a good family.

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

The young man turned back, stared for a moment, and said with a smile: "It turns out to be Brother Sun, and my younger brother Zhuo Fan is so polite."

A trace of surprise flashed in Sun Lingxuan's eyes, and he asked: "How did you know that I am Sun Lingxuan? Have we met before?"

"No." The young man explained, "I just heard Mr. Xu introduce some senior students, so I took note of them."

"I just wrote down my name, how do I know which of the senior students I am?"

The young man smiled and said: "Isn't Brother Sun the only one staying in the book pavilion today?"

"Ah!" Sun Lingxuan patted his forehead and said amusedly, "Look at me, I'm confused."

He walked up to the young man and asked, "Junior Zhuo, are you ready to go home?"

"Exactly."

"Will you come again tomorrow?"

"No," the young man replied, "I have a lot of things to do, so I'm afraid I won't be able to study with my senior classmates."

"That's such a pity." Sun Lingxuan said regretfully, "There will be a literary competition in half a month, and students from several colleges will participate. I wonder if Junior Zhuo can join us in fighting other colleges?"

The young man asked curiously: "How does literary comparison compare to Fa? Brother Sun, can you tell me in detail?"

"You've never participated in a competition?"

"Yes."

Sun Lingxuan then explained: "The literary competition is 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, poetry, classics and history, music, chess, calligraphy and painting, etc., refer to Participants are limited to under twenty years old, and a college can send up to twenty people to participate. Each person can choose one or several questions, and only the top three will get points. All scores will be included in the respective colleges. In the end Ranking based on the total score. The top candidate will be awarded a document. I heard that last year, senior Ji Yun fought against all the heroes by himself and won 22 points for Yingshu Pavilion, ranking third in the total score. It is really Admirable."

"Awesome." The young man praised.

Sun Lingxuan said expectantly: "Brother Huang and I are now in the Yingshu Pavilion this time, so our chances of winning are even better. I wonder if Junior Zhuo is good at it?"

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

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

"Well, I will consider it. Thank you, Brother Sun." The young man hugged his fists and said goodbye.

Sun Lingxuan looked at his back. He always felt that he was a little special, but he couldn't tell what was special about him. He seemed...very friendly

He shook his head in amusement, and slowly walked back to his study while reading poems.

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