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At noon that day, the weather in Kyoto was gloomy and the air was a little humid, as if it was going to rain.

The Shangshu's wife wants to set up a stage in the mansion to watch a play today. I don't know if the weather is good or not, and whether she can still watch the play.

But Song Youan didn't dare to delay the cake ordered by the other party, so he carried the thermal box and took an umbrella and left Youanju.

"Ms. Song... Miss Song."

Unexpectedly, just as he stepped down the stairs, a man in plain gray clothes suddenly jumped out from the side.

Song Youan was startled, but luckily she was not holding the cake in her hand, otherwise it would have slipped out of her hand and fallen to the ground.

Seeing Song Youan's reaction, the other party realized that he was too abrupt and quickly bowed to apologize: "Please forgive me, young lady. I didn't mean to offend you."

Patting his chest, Song You calmed down the remaining fear in his heart, and then looked at the other person.

A fair and handsome scholar, who looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, looked a little nervous and embarrassed at the moment. He lowered his head slightly and did not dare to look directly at Song Youan.

"It's okay, who are you?"

Feeling that the other party had no ill intentions, Song Youan asked.

"My surname is Tang, and my given name is Yu." Tang Yu first introduced himself, then said, "Please don't blame me, Miss Song. I saw the sign outside You'anju that said no visitors, so I didn't dare knock on the door to disturb you. I could only wait at the door and hope for you to leave."

Upon hearing this, Song Youan subconsciously glanced at the sign hanging next to his door: "No visitors today."

She originally hung up the wooden sign to prevent someone from knocking on Youanju's door looking for her when she was not in Dazhao. Fortunately, the people in Dazhao were very well-behaved and would not come to disturb her when they saw the wooden sign.

"Sir, I've been waiting for you, but do you have something to ask me?"

Tang Yu was a little nervous, not daring to look at Song Youan's face. He just lowered his head and said hurriedly, "Yes, yes, I'm sorry to bother you. I saw some Fengyoujing at the young marquis's place a few days ago. I heard that it has the effect of refreshing the mind. We, the students in the academy, really need it. After discussing it, everyone sent me to ask Miss Song if she still has this Fengyoujing. If she wants to buy it, how much is it worth?"

It turned out that he came to ask about Fengyoujing.

She thought that the young marquis was obsessed with reading and never left the house, so the Fengyoujing should not be known to others so quickly.

As a result, Zhu Zhe couldn't wait to take the new Fengyoujing out to show off that afternoon. The news spread quickly among the students in Kyoto, and the miraculous effects of Fengyoujing made people eager to try it.

With it, you will get twice the result with half the effort when studying.

Song Youan thought for a moment and said softly, "The only bottle of Fengyoujing left right now is the one in the hands of the young marquis."

When Tang Yu heard this, he looked visibly disappointed.

But Song Youan added: "But if you need anything, you can give me some time."

Tang Yu was startled, then delighted, and subconsciously looked up at Song Youan, but when she saw Song Youan's beautiful face, her face turned red and she quickly lowered her head.

It has nothing to do with anything else, he just can't look strangers of the opposite sex in the eye at close range, and he will blush and his heart will beat uncontrollably.

"Miss...what you said is true. It definitely takes time to make something like this." Tang Yu said with a trembling voice.

Seeing his expression, Song Youan couldn't help but find it a little funny: "Then sir, go back and tell everyone to wait a few more days."

"Okay." Tang Yu nodded, then asked embarrassedly: "Then...what's the price?"

"It won't be too expensive." Song Youan blurted out.

The reason why she asked the other party to wait a few more days was to prepare some cheaper medicated oil.

There are tens of thousands of students in Kyoto, but not all of them are as rich as the young marquis of the Marquisate. Most of them are students from ordinary families or even poor families. They can't afford even a few taels of silver, let alone dozens of taels.

What Song Youan was more worried about was that most of the Fengyoujing were packaged in glass bottles. In Dazhao, glass is called Liuli, which is a very expensive material. If she sold the glass-packaged Fengyoujing at a very low price in Dazhao, it would inevitably cause unnecessary trouble.

Although the perfume is also made of glass, it is expensive, but people feel that the price is reasonable. These ladies also like these colorful and uniquely shaped glass packaging and are willing to pay for them.

Fengyoujing is different. It has a larger market demand and is suitable for almost everyone. Song Youan will not limit its market to the nobles, but will make it affordable for ordinary people.

But the specific operation still needs to wait for her to plan.

Hearing the words "not too expensive", Tang Yu slowly breathed a sigh of relief. When he raised his head again, Miss Song had already left.

When they reached the entrance of Fuhua Alley, it was just past noon and there were still a few customers at the bun stall. The owner saw Song Youan and greeted her warmly, "Miss, you haven't been out for two days."

Song Youan smiled and nodded, then looked under the eaves of the pawnshop opposite, but found that the little beggars were not there today.

Seeing this, the shop owner explained, "They came to get the buns at noon and left. Maybe they saw it was going to rain, so they didn't come out to beg."

"Twice a day, the store owner never misses it, right?" Song Youan asked.

"Don't worry, young lady. I always give you a few bowls of soy milk." The shopkeeper smiled and said, "The weather is getting hotter, and the soy milk will go bad if it's not sold out. Your kindness has actually influenced me. I thought it would be better to give it to these children. It can also nourish their bodies."

Song Youan smiled when he heard this, and after chatting with the shopkeeper for a few more words, he went to the Shangshu Mansion.

The clouds were heavy, but the rain had not yet fallen.

Everyone in Kyoto knew that the Shangshu's wife loved to listen to operas. The Shangshu loved his wife so much that he built a stage in a separate courtyard in the mansion and often invited famous opera troupes in Kyoto to perform in the mansion.

Because the Shangshu held a high position of power in the court, many Kyoto officials' wives took the initiative to curry favor with the Shangshu's wife in order to curry favor with him. Whenever there was a play to be heard in the Shangshu's mansion, the wives would always go there with pleasure.

Today the sky is covered with dark clouds and a storm is about to come, and this is no exception.

There was constant laughter in the courtyard. There was an awning for the audience, so even rain would not prevent the Shangshu's wife from enjoying the opera.

"Madam, Miss Song is here to deliver the cake."

A maid walked quickly to the side of the Shangshu's wife and whispered softly.

She was dressed in luxurious clothes and had a graceful figure. When she heard the words, she just raised her eyes slightly, and her charm was unconcealable.

"Oh? Madam also ordered a cake?"

"Is it the thing we had at the Duke's wife's birthday banquet last time?"

The two ladies beside him were surprised when they heard this, and then asked in unison: "Which shop made this thing?"

The words fell into the ears of the wife of the Marquis of Fuyang. She chuckled and said, "Madam Wang, Madam He, don't you know? This cake is not from any shop, but is made by Miss Song from You'anju. My daughter Ling'er has bought it several times, and I have eaten it several times too. It is really unforgettable."