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"Miss Song, be careful."

Someone was holding her back from behind. Song Youan glanced sideways and saw that it was Zhu Ling's personal maid.

"Miss Cuizhu? Thank you very much."

As soon as Song Youan finished speaking, Zhu Ling's voice rang out: "I didn't expect Miss Song to like joining in the fun. But you are so slender and fragile, so don't push forward to avoid bumping into anything."

When he turned around, he saw Zhu Ling appear behind him at some point, with a young man of noble temperament beside him.

"Greetings, young lady." Song Youan quickly lowered her head.

Zhu Ling smiled slightly: "We have known each other for a long time, Miss Song, there is no need to be so polite."

After that, Zhu Ling said to the young man beside him: "Second brother, this is Miss Song, who is very popular in Kyoto now."

Upon hearing this, Song Youan remembered that the person in front of him might be the one Miss Zhu Ling mentioned, the second son of the Marquis of Fuyang, who had a sudden stomachache during the metropolitan examination that affected his results and subsequently failed to make it to the palace examination?

"This humble girl asks the young marquis how he is."

Zhu Zhe looked at Song Youan and nodded with a smile, then said gently, "So this is Miss Song. Ling'er has been talking about you a lot lately. It's my great honor to meet you today."

"I am terrified." Song Youan said hurriedly.

Zhu Ling snorted and laughed: "Second brother, don't act like you are a stranger to Miss Song. Most of the cakes I bought were eaten by you. If that's the case, you and Miss Song must have a lot of history."

Zhu Zhe pulled the corners of his mouth awkwardly and said with an awkward smile, "Brother, aren't you worried that you won't be able to finish it and waste it? Besides, eating too much sweets is not good for you. It can easily cause acne. Isn't that what you're most afraid of?"

Zhu Ling curled his lips and muttered, "Scholars are always good at making excuses."

At this moment, she also noticed that Song Youan was holding a food box in her hand, and her eyes suddenly lit up: "Miss Song, what do you have here?"

"It's a cake sent to the Prime Minister's Mansion." Song Youan told the whole story of yesterday truthfully.

"That's great! I'm in for another treat today." Zhu Ling was delighted. "Brother Jingwen won the third place in the imperial examination, and my second brother came to congratulate him, so I came to join in the fun."

Zhu Zhe nodded: "Then Miss Song, please come in with us."

More and more people gathered outside the door to ask for red envelopes for good fortune. Song Youan watched the excitement and followed Zhu Ling into the Prime Minister's Mansion, looking back every few steps.

In the back garden, Song Youan placed the food box on the stone table in the flower viewing pavilion. Lin Sangqian instructed, "Just pick out two portions. My brother is hosting a banquet for friends in the front yard. Bring the rest to him to help him fill the room."

This cake is a new thing. Lin Jingwen High School held a banquet at his home today. Many of them came from humble backgrounds and had never seen a cake before.

When Zhu Ling heard this, she quickly said, "Sister, I want to eat tiramisu!"

Lin Sang smiled and nodded: "Okay, I'll leave you a piece of tiramisu."

The maid knew that her young lady liked taro mille-feuille, so she kept a piece for herself and sent the rest to the front yard.

"Miss Song, if you have nothing to do, why don't you stay and enjoy the flowers and chat with us?"

Song Youan was standing aside waiting to pay the bill, but she didn't expect Lin Sangqian to suddenly invite her.

She was wearing a light green gauze dress today, and her hair was tied up casually by herself, with only a white porcelain hairpin as an embellishment, which was simple and elegant.

Hearing this, she looked up in surprise and continued, "How dare I, a humble girl, sit with you two young ladies?"

Zhu Ling and Lin Sangqian exchanged glances. Zhu Ling raised his lips and smiled, saying, "Who dares to call Miss Song of humble status? I've long considered you a friend. Have you forgotten that you sat with me the second time you entered my Fuyang Marquis's residence?"

Song Youan was stunned, and after thinking about it carefully, it was true. Since the second time she entered the Fuyang Marquis Mansion, Miss Zhu Ling's first sentence was always to ask her to sit down and talk.

"Thank you for your kindness, Miss. I am very grateful." Song Youan's tone was still respectful.

Being in Dazhao, she was ingrained with caution, because she knew that Dazhao had many rules and clear classes, and she must not take a wrong step to avoid disaster.

So even though Zhu Ling said that he treated her as a friend, she didn't dare to relax completely. The most important thing was to stay vigilant and keep a clear head.

Seeing this, Lin Sangqian also said, "Miss Song, there's no need to be so reserved. Just treat it as a casual chat with us two sisters."

Song Youan nodded, and finally walked to the side of the two people and sat down slowly.

The maid brought a pot of the best pre-rain Longjing tea and poured her a cup. In an instant, the fragrance of tea filled her nose.

What a great tea.

"Sister Ling, your second brother is here too?" Lin Sangqian took a bite of the cake and asked Zhu Ling.

Zhu Ling nodded with wide eyes: "I just followed him here. My three brothers didn't graduate from high school this year. The atmosphere at home is very depressing. I don't want to stay at home."

Lin Sangqian pursed her lips and smiled, "What a pity for your second brother, but with his talent, it's only a matter of time before he passes the imperial examination. The most important thing is that he studies very hard. I'm afraid no one in Kyoto can compare to him in this respect."

"I hope you can lend me some good words, sister." Zhu Ling curled her lips and said worriedly, "I'm actually worried he's become stupid from studying. He burns the midnight oil every night without getting tired. I don't know what's so appealing in those sage books. Why do I get sleepy when I read them?"

"A few days ago, he was mad at himself for falling asleep while reading at night, so he punished himself by not eating or drinking for a whole day. Isn't that funny?"

"puff……"

Song Youan was startled and quickly covered her mouth:

"Yes...I'm sorry."

Lin Sangqian couldn't help laughing.

Zhu Ling didn't care much and shook his head with a worried look on his face: "Fortunately, Brother Jingwen sent him an invitation today, otherwise he wouldn't have stepped out of the study."

Lin Sangqian asked, "How many hours does he usually sleep?"

"He sleeps for more than two hours every day after noon. He says that the afternoon is the least efficient time for studying, so using it to sleep isn't a waste." Zhu Ling curled her lips. "I don't know where he came up with this ridiculous idea."

More than two hours? That means only about five hours of sleep a day?

Song Youan said softly, "But isn't it said that the morning sets the tone for the day? If you stay up all night studying, won't you be exhausted in the morning?"

"He's different. He says he can concentrate best when it's late at night and everyone is asleep."

Song Youan frowned slightly and shook his head: "Reading at night is very harmful to the eyes. Over time, it will definitely cause eye problems."

Lin Sangqian agreed with Song Youan's words: "Miss Song is right. The Ministry of Justice has a lot of files. My father stayed up all night organizing them all year round. Now people ten meters away can hardly see clearly."

"Ah?" Zhu Ling was startled and said, "Yes, I never thought about hurting my eyes. But my second brother is already used to reading at night, and I'm afraid he won't listen to my advice at all."

Song Youan hesitated for a moment and asked, "If there is a way to cheer up the young marquis this afternoon, would he be willing to give it a try?"