Jingyu led Song Ruoxi and Xiangxiu into the room. Mrs. Qin believed in Buddhism. The air was filled with a strong smell of sandalwood. The house was decorated in a clean and tidy manner, and lotus patterns were painted on the decorations. Mrs. Qin was tilted on the soft couch, and a pretty little girl was sitting next to her with a beauty hitting her legs.

Jingyu clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name, "The donor of Qin is polite."

"I have met the old lady!" Song Ruoxi and Xiangxiu performed the blessings of lay people.

Mrs. Qin smiled, sat up, raised her hand and said, "No need to be polite, sit down and talk, and have tea."

Jingyu was sitting a little closer to Mrs. Qin, and Song Ruoxiu was sitting on a round stool far away, while Xiangxiu stood behind her.

"Old lady, donor Su must still remember this donor Qin." Jingyu straightforwardly.

"The Good Heart to the Buddha, the lingering sound is lingering!"

"Donor Su said that there were too many donors Qin who spoke for her that day to prevent her from being punished by the eldest princess. She was a Buddhist and specially copied the Great Compassion Mantra and wanted to make a good relationship with Donor Qin. After a few days of being Tinni, Tenni brought her here. I hope that Donor Qin would not blame Tinni for making his own decisions." Jingyu said with a smile.

Song Ruoxi pursed her lips and held back her smile. The senior brother said that she was saying that the monks did not lie, but every sentence was all lie. When did she copy it specifically? When did she beg? What I don’t understand most is, what’s the use of making such a good relationship? She took off her mask and was no longer Miss Su.

"Don't say these polite words, I always think that this girl is a smart child. If she hadn't helped her with righteousness, Yang Yatou would have to make a fool of herself in public. The musician's life would be unpredictable, and even the eldest princess would have lost her face." Mrs. Qin looked at Song Ruoxi with a smile, "To be serious, the eldest princess should thank this child."

"The little girl is a country girl. She has never seen the world. She acted recklessly that day and almost caused a big disaster. If it weren't for the old lady's helping her talk, the little girl would have just escaped." Song Ruoxi took the scriptures from Xiangxiu and presented them with both hands. "This great compassion mantra was copied by the little girl himself, and she would express her gratitude to the old lady."

Mrs. Qin signaled her maid to take the scriptures, and her eyes flashed with light. Her ceremonial posture was elegant and standardized, her lotus steps moved lightly, and her skirt was not messy at all. If she was really a country girl who had never seen the world, how could she be so calm and composed, without any restraint or anxiety about entering a wealthy family? Jingyu brought her specifically, what was she intended? Squinted and asked, "Who taught Miss Su's flute art?"

"Reply to the old lady, the little girl's flute art was taught by her aunt." Song Ruoxi replied with a slight bow.

The answer was so regular, which shows that he had received a good education in the boudoir. Mrs. Qin looked at Song Ruoxi a little more and more inquired, "Where is Miss Su from?"

"When I say to the old lady, my daughter is from the Su family in Pingnan." Song Ruoxi used Anyu's parents' home.

The Su family in Pingnan is a famous family. Unfortunately, they took the wrong team and withdrew from the power center of Fujian. They disappeared. But after all, they are a scholarly family that has been passed down for more than ten generations, and still have a deep foundation. The famous family style shown by a mere seducing girl is also similar. But it is just a decline, and the phoenix with hair is not as good as a chicken. Now they can only live in a temple and copy scriptures to make a living. A good lady from a family has reached this point and is pitiful. She will help her and make a fortune for her descendants.

Mrs. Qin leaned back on the cushion, smiling kindly, and the exploratory under her eyes faded away, and asked, "Who else is there in Miss Su's hometown?"

"If you go back to the old lady, there is no relative in Pingnan's hometown."

"I'm sorry." Old Mrs. Qin sighed, "How old is Miss Su this year?"

"Reply to the old lady, the little girl is thirteen years old this year."

"Miss Su is young and has excellent flute skills, which shows that her family is well-educated. She will come often in the future to teach my two ignorant granddaughters." Mrs. Qin took the teacup and took a sip. "As long as they learn well, I will thank you for your health."

Jingyu interrupted, "Donor Qin, donor Su has already heard about his relatives and will leave Beijing in a few days. I am afraid I can't come to the mansion to disturb you often."

Mrs. Qin's smile froze and soon recovered. She still had a loving smile on her face. She asked with concern: "Where is Miss Su's relative now? How many days does it take? Is there enough money on her body?"

"When the old lady said, they now live in Guangling Mansion." Song Ruoxi "returned" to the Song family, "Panchang, the master of the nun has prepared it for the little girl, and he will choose an auspicious day to set off."

The old lady Qin's eyes showed a hint of surprise. She didn't ask for money and didn't want to enter the mansion. Could it be that she was just here to make a good relationship?

Regardless of whether Mrs. Qin believed it or not, after drinking the cup of tea, Jingyu got up and said goodbye, took Song Ruoxi and Xiangxiu out, and saw a 15 or 16-year-old boy wearing a blue lotus-patterned brocade robe embroidered on white background and walking towards this side.

Song Ruoxi recognized at a glance that he was the young man in green who stood up with Song Lian that day.

"Master Jingyu is polite!" The young man clasped his hands together and bowed.

"The donor is polite." Jingyu returned the courtesy.

The boy smiled and saw Song Ruoxi standing behind Jingyu, his eyes turned slightly and asked, "Master Jingyu, is this Miss Su who helped Miss Yang rescue the Huachao Festival on the day of the Huachao Festival?"

Jingyu chanted the Buddha's name and said, "This is Mr. Su."

"Thank you for your affairs that day!" The young man bowed to Song Ruoxi.

Song Ruoxi didn't expect that he would bow and thank him. He did not give in to him. He accepted the gift firmly and hurriedly said, "A small matter is a small matter, the young master doesn't have to thank him."

What else did the young man say? The maid in the corridor saw him and sang: "Three Master, the old lady, please come in!"

"Master Jingyu, please go slowly, Miss Su, please go slowly!" The young man said politely and walked towards the main room.

Jingyu and the other two left the Duke's Mansion and got on the carriage.

"The Third Young Master is Qin Shaowei, the eldest son of Mrs. Qin Er. He is sixteen years old this year. Mr. Qin Er is the chief judge in Shannan Prefecture. The Second Young Master is with him. The Third Young Master stays in the Imperial College in Beijing to attend school."

The situation was the same as the Song family. The couple went to office and left their eldest son to study in Beijing.

Jingyu praised casually: "Others say that this third young master is easy-going, open-minded and generous, values ​​affection and righteousness, and has good appearance, talent and knowledge."

Song Ruoxi's mouth twitched slightly, and his eyes looked at Jingyu with a strange look, "Senior Brother, are you planning to be a matchmaker for me?"

Jingyu was stunned and laughed in silence. He chanted the Buddha's name and stopped mentioning Qin Shaowei.

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Today I am going to go back to my mother-in-law’s house for the New Year, and it will be automatically uploaded in the next few days.
Chapter completed!