The attic has all the information about the past and present, and I became rich by becoming a trader

good stuff?

Zhu Zhe's eyes lit up: "Is it a cake?"

Zhu Ling rolled her eyes when she heard this: "You only know how to eat."

Song Youan covered her mouth and chuckled softly, then handed the Fengyoujing in her hand to Zhu Ling: "Miss, please help the young marquis apply it."

Men and women should not touch each other. This is Dazhao, and she cannot touch the opposite sex.

Zhu Ling took it and imitated Song Youan's technique, dropping two drops on his fingers. Zhu Zhe frowned at the emerald green liquid and subconsciously moved back: "What is this?"

"Of course it's a good thing, something that can make you feel more energetic." Zhu Ling raised his chin with two fingers: "Come, come closer, how can I hurt you?"

Song Youan also said: "Don't be afraid, young master, it's just an external medicine, it won't hurt you."

Zhu Zhe knew that his sister was not very reliable, but Miss Song seemed to be a steady person. Thinking of this, Zhu Zhe moved forward.

"Head!" Zhu Ling said.

Zhu Zhe poked his head out of the window like a giraffe. Zhu Ling gently raised his hand and touched his temple. A cold light as sharp as a needle suddenly penetrated into his brain.

"Ouch!" Zhu Zhe was startled and subconsciously straightened his body. His head hit the window frame with a bang. He gasped in pain: "Ah Xi..."

But with the cooling sensation brought by the Fengyoujing, the pain in his head seemed to have subsided by a large margin. Zhu Zhe shook his head gently and felt his entire head lighten up. The dull feeling he had just had when he lowered his head to read was swept away, and he really felt much more energetic.

"Why……?!"

Zhu Zhe blinked in surprise, and then looked at his sister who was smiling.

It’s really... magical.

"How is it?" Zhu Ling raised his eyebrows proudly: "The effect is good, right?"

Zhu Zhe came back to his senses and gradually became excited. He leaned in closer and asked, "What is this thing? It actually has such miraculous effects! It's much more effective than hanging your head from a beam or piercing your thigh with an awl!"

"This is a magical tool for studying that Miss Song and I obtained specially for you. With it, you can concentrate on studying anytime and anywhere without having to stay up all night." Zhu Ling said.

Before Zhu Zhe could say anything, Song Youan said, "Young Master, you study day and night, perhaps because you think it's easier to concentrate when it's late at night and everyone is asleep. However, the flickering candlelight at night is very harmful to your eyes. If you develop eye problems over time, it would be more trouble than it's worth."

After hearing what Song Youan said, Zhu Zhe couldn't help but say, "To be honest, Miss Song, my eyes often feel dry, and if I don't rub them from time to time, I will cry uncontrollably."

Dry eyes?

It's not a big problem.

Song Youan nodded calmly, "So, young marquis, you should pay more attention to protecting your eyes. From now on, you should read during the day. If you feel sleepy in the afternoon, use this Fengyoujing to refresh yourself."

Zhu Ling stuffed the bottle of Fengyoujing to Zhu Zhe: "Here, remember to take two drops each time, and the cool feeling will fill your head."

The small bottle felt cold in his hand. Zhu Zhe looked up and smiled as he watched Song Youan and her sister leave together.

When they reached the garden, Zhu Ling stopped and looked at Song Youan and asked, "Miss Song, how much was this bottle of Fengyoujing?"

"That bottle is one I used, so I gave it to the young lady." Song Youan said.

Zhu Ling stared at her for a moment, then glanced at Cui Zhu and winked, then said to Song Youan, "If you don't have anything else to do, let Cui Zhu take you out."

After saying this, Zhu Ling turned around and walked straight towards his own yard.

Song Youan was just wondering when Cuizhu handed over a fifty-liang silver note: "Miss Song, is this enough?"

Song Youan was stunned and said, "No need for silver, I'll give it to the young lady."

Cuizhu shook her head helplessly: "Miss Song is a smart person, can't you see this?"

Song Youan frowned slightly, looking puzzled.

"The young lady is angry with Miss Song. She gave her a vase but she refused to accept it. In the future, if the young lady wants to give my young lady anything, she will not accept it."

After saying that, Cuizhu stuffed the banknote into Song Youan's hand and said, "I'll take you out."

Only then did Song Youan realize that although he had never thought about whether they were friends due to his class status, it did not mean that the other party had not thought about it.

She really wanted to be friends with me, but I rejected her kindness in person.

I have long seen that although Zhu Ling is of noble status, her mind is very simple. Her attitude towards me has changed subtly with each meeting, and all of this is very pure, just because she wants to be friends with me.

"Wait a moment."

Song Youan stuffed the banknote back to Cuizhu and followed Zhu Ling in the direction of her surprised look.

"Miss, stay."

Zhu Ling paused and turned to look at Song Youan, who was chasing after him. "Miss Song, what else do you want?"

Song Youan stood in front of Zhu Ling, pursed her lips gently, and then said, "I like that vase very much. Miss... can you give it to me?"

Zhu Ling, who originally had a distant look on his face, had a visibly bright look in his eyes when he heard these words. Then, with a smile gradually growing on his face, his whole person bloomed in the sunshine.

"Cuizhu, quickly go get that white jade vase from the Fuguang kiln and give it to Miss Song."

Cuizhu arrived late but understood what had happened. She smiled and responded before quickly leaving.

Song Youan also smiled. She had never wanted to touch Zhu Ling's true heart, but at this moment she felt that she could not let him down.

Holding the white jade vase, Song Youan left the Fuyang Marquis Mansion and felt in a good mood.

On the way back to Youanju, Song Youan passed by the Prime Minister's Mansion. He did not go in, but just sent a message to Lin Sangqian, telling her that she didn't need to come to Youanju today because he had already been to Fuyang Marquis Mansion.

Chang'an Avenue was still bustling with activity. The aroma wafted from the street stalls. Song Youan's stomach growled twice, and then she remembered that she hadn't had breakfast yet.

At the corner of the street near the entrance of Fuhua Alley, she sat down in a roadside bun shop.

"Girl, what would you like to eat?"

Song Youan looked at the hanging menu and said, "I want a basket of meat buns and a bowl of tofu pudding."

"Okay, wait a moment."

Perhaps it was because breakfast was past, and she was the only one at the stall. Song Youan sat on the wooden bench, looking at the people on the street boredly. Turning into here was Vanity Lane, but she had never looked at this intersection carefully.

On the right side of the intersection is the steamed bun shop, and on the left side opposite is the butcher shop. The two shops across the intersection are a cloth shop and a pawn shop. Unlike the other shops which are wide open for business, the main door of the pawn shop is closed, and a few little beggars are sitting in the shade under the eaves on one side.

beggar?

Song Youan had never noticed beggars on the streets of Kyoto, so he couldn't help but take a few more glances out of curiosity.