Spring Drunk Chang'an

Old Madam Song walked up to her children, joined their discussion, and gave them some advice.

Xiao Chuo took a breath and joined in.

The four of them were talking in whispers.

In the Cheng'en Mansion, in the Wanmei Garden, a courtyard not far from them, the eldest daughter of the Song family, Song Zhinian, took Liu Changan's hand, smiled and pushed her to sit in the chair, while she stood beside her.

Liu Changan bit his lip restrainedly.

Somewhat uneasy.

"Miss, you should sit down. I'll just stand..."

Regardless of her true identity, she is still a slave now, and the girl stands while she sits.

It doesn't feel right.

Liu Changan wanted to stand up.

Song Zhinian lowered her head, an elegant and sincere smile blooming on her delicate face. She said, "Grandmother said your name was Liu Chang'an, right? I see you're a little nervous, so I won't call you 'girl' anymore. How about calling you Chang'an?"

Liu Changan: "Of course it's good."

"Then Chang'an, don't be polite with me. When my grandmother handed you over to me, she called you 'Third Aunt's benefactor'. Since you are my aunt's benefactor, you are different from an ordinary maid."

Song Zhinian's eyelashes curled, and she tilted her head slightly, looking dignified yet playful. She sat directly next to Liu Changan, looked directly at her, and said with a smile: "You are my honored guest now."

"Distinguished guests naturally need seats. Do I have to ask the young ladies to stand when I greet them?"

"Little sisters..." Liu Changan murmured.

She felt inexplicably lost in her heart. Yes, if she had not been replaced, she would indeed be Song Zhinian's younger sister.

What a pity~

"If we get along well, we're like sisters, even if we're not related by blood. Chang'an, I'm not afraid to say something out of the blue, but I feel an inexplicable affinity for you. We have a special affinity. I always feel like you and I are similar in some way, and different from other families."

Song Zhinian smiled doubtfully.

Liu Changan thought silently: It’s the face shape.

Almost all the Song family members, regardless of gender, age or status, have the same oval face.

Song Zhinian is.

The Song family is.

As the daughter of the Song family, she is also a natural one.

"Maybe I am destined to be with this young lady." Liu Chang'an said softly, his eyes gentle.

Song Zhinian winked playfully, accepting her statement smoothly. He even laughed and said to himself, "I'm extremely lucky. The friends around me, whether they are 'new loves' or 'old friends', are all stunningly beautiful."

"Actually, when grandma brought you out and handed you to me, I looked at your face and thought to myself: I'm determined to be your friend."

"We two have a deep connection and hit it off right away."

"Right?"

Feeling Liu Changan's slightly stiff body and nervous expression, Song Zhinian deliberately joked to ease her mood.

Song Zhinian spoke in a playful manner, and Liu Changan's tense heart relaxed a lot in an instant.

In her previous life, the beautiful and noble lady Liu Qingru had left a very bad impression on her, leaving her with a deep shadow and fear of this "perfect" daughter of a wealthy family.

However, Song Zhinian was completely different from Liu Qingru. His attitude towards her was more like Shi Xiaoyue's, but he was more cheerful and generous than Shi Xiaoyue. His speech, behavior, and interpersonal relationships were also elegant and confident.

No wonder, in the previous life, before the incident at Duke Cheng’en’s Mansion, there were rumors that Song Zhinian would be the future Crown Princess and that Queen Song liked her very much.

Unfortunately, Emperor Yingwu never gave in.

Miss Song is indeed a very nice person.

Thousands of times stronger than Liu Qingru.

Liu Changan pondered silently, but for some reason, when the thought of "future Crown Princess" flashed through her mind, she felt a strange sense of blockage in her heart.

"Oh, it's almost noon. Why don't you have dinner with me later? I wonder what grandma and the others are talking about."

When Liu Changan lowered his eyes in thought, Song Zhinian suddenly spoke up, with an expression full of open curiosity.

"Well, something happened to Madam, and she wanted to discuss it with the old lady and the prince." Liu Changan didn't completely refuse to answer, but he didn't explain it too clearly either.

The key point is that Old Lady Song asked her grandchildren to leave because she didn't want them to know.

How could she expose it?

"Oh, that's how it is!"

Fortunately, Song Zhinian was very smart and considerate. He had no intention of using his identity to force Liu Changan to tell the truth. He smiled lightly and changed the subject.

She called the maid to the small kitchen to bring lunch, and then invited Liu Changan to eat together.

During the meal, everyone was chatting and laughing.

Music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, flying flower orders, pitching pots and shooting covers, mixing incense and brewing tea, important court affairs, urgent border battles, and even how to wash leather clothes in winter? How to maintain jewelry, this should be something Liu Changan is good at, and Song Zhinian knows it very well.

Comment on everything! Talk about anything!

He is in high spirits, graceful in his looks, and not at all oppressed by his knowledge. Instead, he makes people feel like they are in the spring breeze.

This is what a lady from a noble family should be.

For the first time, Liu Changan was taken care of so well when he interacted with others. He didn't need to think too much, rack his brains, or make jokes to smooth things over. He just sat there obediently. Everything else was taken care of by Song Zhinian.

"Big girl, you, you are so kind and know so much."

she sighed.

Her almond eyes were filled with envy.

"If you were like me, a chatterbox who loves to ask people about things, you would know everything too."

Song Zhinian laughed heartily, then stood up and wanted to bring a cup of tea. She walked behind Liu Changan, unintentionally looking back, and suddenly stopped.

Looking at her back, his eyes were filled with surprise.

"Miss, what's wrong?" Liu Changan asked blankly.

Song Zhinian came back to his senses and said hesitantly, "Nothing..."

But his eyes were always looking behind Liu Changan's ears.

Is that a mole?

A small mole behind my right ear, close to the base of my lower ear? How come this location is exactly the same as my grandmother's?

very strange.

Miss Chang'an also looks a lot like my aunt!

This thought flashed through Song Zhinian's mind. She looked at Liu Changan's puzzled eyes and did not explain much. She just changed the subject and entertained Liu Changan for the whole afternoon.

Until Mrs. Song and Old Madam Song finished their conversation and came over, they took Liu Changan away to rest.

Song Zhinian sat in the room with a serious expression.

"Miss, what's wrong with you? Is there something bothering you?" her personal maid asked worriedly.

"I..." Song Zhinian paused, his expression a little dazed. After a moment, he finally gritted his teeth and said, "I may be overthinking it, but if I hide it, it doesn't feel right!"

She muttered to herself, faced the maid's surprised look, stood up and hurried to Old Lady Song's courtyard.

There were no such strict rules in the Cheng'en Mansion. After the maid informed her, Song Zhinian went straight into the hall. She looked up and saw her grandmother sitting in the Arhat chair with heavy brows and a face full of hostility.

It also seems to have aged for a long time.

Auntie’s matter is not a small matter!!

Song Zhinian's heart sank and he paused.

"Chinen, it's so late, why are you coming here? Is there something wrong?"

At this time, Madam Song spoke in a gentle voice.