Chapter 131: Competing with the Princess for the Talented Scholar

  "The little one is called Ju Ping!" said the smaller one. The bigger one said: "The servant is called Fu Ping!"

  I muttered twice, sister is floating duckweed, younger sister is clustered duckweed, then smiled and said: "I said, when there's no one around, don't be so servile!"

  "Yes, ma'am!" They curtsied in unison. I fainted for a moment, it seems I still need to teach them slowly!

  "You all follow Si Nang to learn the rules first, whether it's a sale or not, it's not popular here. If you have a good place to go, I'll let you go at any time." I stood up and was about to walk out, saying: "There's just one thing, serving the second young master must be done with all your heart!"

  They replied with courtesy and I left the door.

  Only a few people were brought along, one was rushing for the train, and two old ladies were carrying gifts.

  I stroked the gift that had been prepared in advance inside the carriage, wondering if Yichi would like it. I specifically instructed Lv Shi not to prepare common items, but rather the four treasures of the study, Xuan paper and ink.

  The road in the western suburbs is relatively remote, and it took more than an hour to get there.

  Chihiro's home is a large bamboo forest, with a path leading in front of it, and the carriage can no longer go up.

  I had no choice and didn't have a sedan chair ready, so I could only walk up. Alas, after being in ancient times for so long, I've also become more and more corrupt!

  The old nun held up a good gift, I lifted my skirt and walked forward step by step.

  The bamboo forest is very cool and refreshing. In the early autumn, there is already a hint of chilliness. The air is very fresh, and when you breathe in, it has a subtle sweetness to it.

  Halfway up the mountain was where Yichien lived.

  It was a medium-sized bamboo hut, and when we arrived, Chihiro was holding a small knife carving something. He leaned against the bamboo railing in front of the hut, repeatedly carving the same spot, lost in thought.

  He didn't turn around until he heard our footsteps. When he saw it was me, he looked even more surprised and hurriedly jumped down from the railing to greet us. He asked me in a puzzled tone: "I don't know, Mrs. Song..." I felt uncomfortable with this unfamiliar form of address, but I smiled politely and said: "May we come in and sit for a while?"

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