The heroine engages in introversion in another world and saves herself from becoming a big boss

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Song house.

Song Lanyi drank tea, sat in front of the window, and silently recited the sage's scriptures. When she was exhausted, she opened the martial arts book bestowed by Emperor Amaterasu, and deduced it repeatedly in her heart.

Looking through the window, I saw Steward Wang standing in the courtyard, making a pot of tea, and leading the maids and servants around.

In just a few days, Steward Wang managed the originally empty Song residence to look like it was full of vitality.

What Song Lanyi studied was "Treading Xue Wuhen", which focused on body skills. Although no one taught it, there is a saying that read the book a hundred times and you will see its meaning.

After Song Lanyi pondered and practiced over and over again, he had almost learned it.

At this moment, Steward Wang stepped into the quiet room, and handed Song Lanyi an elegant invitation card. On the invitation card, there seemed to be a wisp of plum fragrance left in the cold and lonely winter.

Seeing Butler Wang's hesitant expression, Song Lanyi became curious instead. Just as he was about to put down the invitation card, he saw a line of clear and beautiful characters on the cover: Luo Chenxiao.

Luo Chenxiao... who is it?
Song Lanyi searched for relevant memories in his mind, but he never captured the corresponding information.

Coincidentally, Steward Wang said at the right time, "Luo Chenxiao...is the number one card in Huanantang..."

To put it simply, he is a Qing Dynasty official who is famous for his talent.

In Wang Steward's eyes, Yiyi is just a simple child.

That's why he never told Song Lanyi what happened in Huanan Hall. For a while, Wang Steward still felt inexplicably shy when he mentioned this matter.

Luo Chenxiao...

Song Lanyi murmured the name silently in her heart, and finally found a fragment about her in a piece of memory.

According to Zhou Xi's introduction, Luo Chenxiao is also a strange woman.

She was born in a family of officials, loved arrogance and extravagance when she was young, and had a high-profile personality. She moved the capital with her talent and appearance.

It's just that later the family's fortunes fell, and both parents had accidents. As a last resort, they sold themselves into the Huanan Hall and became a nobleman.

Even so, her personality is still as proud as ever, and she has signed an agreement with the owner of Huanantang not to force her to receive guests.

But everyone in the world pursues rare things, and the more Luo Chenxiao is like this, the more people pursue her.

Song Lanyi looked at the handwriting on the invitation card, as if he wanted to see the arrogance of this generation of young men through the thin and proud font.

Butler Wang was a little nervous, "Miss, are you going or not?"

Song Lanyi raised her head, and said confidently, "It's all poetry gatherings of sisters and sisters, of course I have to go to see it. Maybe sister Zhou will also go."

Butler Wang had a feeling that this was indeed the case, but his heart became more and more worried.

The people who go to the Flower House to drink are all gentlemen who talk dirty on weekdays, what if the clothes are ruined?
She is still so young... Her heart is still as pure and flawless as the white snow on the top of a snow-capped mountain, and as clear and transparent as the gurgling stream in the mountains.

Steward Wang sighed, straightened Song Lan's robe, and found that she had grown up a bit.

At the same time, he kept babbling, "When you are outside, you should eat less alcohol, especially flower wine. Now that you are an official, you can also pretend to be majestic and scare them. Yi Yi, go out, protect yourself..."

Song Lanyi was a little helpless, "Uncle Wang, you forgot the fact that I punched a ghost."

Steward Wang couldn't help but choke when he heard this.

Song Lanyi's words are true.

If Song Lanyi was in a state of complete victory, she could make a few literati in Hualou cry with one punch.

He put his heart back in his stomach.

Song Lanyi's mansion is on East Street, and Huanan Hall is on West Street.

In comparison, West Street is more lively and has more shops.

But the East Street is relatively quiet, and there are more dignitaries.

On the East Street, it is not surprising that Song Lanyi is a small fifth-rank official.

Song Lanyi let out a solitary sound, and wandered towards West Street, only to see a malevolent young man with slightly dark skin riding past.

At the same time, it was accompanied by his violent roar.

"Yan Qingfeng! When will you pay me back the 37 Taiyuan Tongbao you owe me!"

The sound of this voice was rolling, full of anger, just looking at the face of the vicious young man, it seemed that in the next second there would be a feeling of choosing someone and devouring him.

Just because... 37 Taiyuan Tongbao...

Song Lanyi weighed the purse in his hand, there were at least a hundred Taiyuan Tongbao in it.

She silently hid the money bag in it.

She walked up to the vicious boy, stood on tiptoe, and patted him, "Brother, are you looking for Yan Qingfeng?"

Seeing the black-faced boy, he turned his head to look at Song Lanyi. Seeing that it was a little girl, he subconsciously softened his facial expression, but this made her look even more ferocious.

He said dryly, "What do you want from me?"

Song Lanyi was also led away by his Shuobei dialect, "It's nothing. I just want to tell you that Yan Qingfeng is waiting to participate in the Luo family's poetry meeting in Huanantang."

The black-faced boy glared, and scolded angrily: "Poke the aunt! This grandson has money to praise people, but he has no money to pay me back! Straight mother thief, isn't this guy eating the courage of ambition? Even things from my Zhang family Dare to grab it!"

Zhang family?

Song Lanyi looked at the black-faced boy, and already had a conclusion in his mind.

She pretended to be surprised, "You belong to the Zhang family? Then the current empress..."

Hearing this, the black-faced boy finally smiled.

"That's right, the current Empress is my direct aunt. The current Crown Prince is my direct cousin. Our Zhang family is His Majesty's right-hand man!"

Hearing this, Song Lanyi's eyelids twitched slightly.

The Zhang family...is it really his right hand?
Song Lanyi was still thinking about this question seriously, but the black-faced boy couldn't wait any longer.

He turned his head and said hastily, "Will you go? If you don't go, I'll go first!"

After finishing speaking, he whipped his horse and drove towards West Street.

Song Lanyi didn't make a sound, but recited poems lightly, and floated forward against the wind. For a while, his speed was several times faster than riding a horse.

When the black-faced boy arrived in front of Huanan Hall, Song Lanyi had already been waiting for a long time.

When he saw Song Lanyi, he touched his head in a daze, "What a coincidence."

Song Lanyi also smiled, "Master Zhang, let me introduce myself again. My surname is Song, my name is Lanyi, and my character is Yuanjia."

The black-faced boy thought the name was familiar at first, but when he saw Yan Qingfeng who was glimpsed in Huanantang, he suddenly said in surprise, "Are you the daughter of a fake daughter?"

When Song Lanyi heard this, his smile suddenly disappeared.

She said indifferently, "There are some things I haven't told Young Master Zhang yet. Your Majesty helped me get my Yuanjia small characters. And His Royal Highness is a close friend who has experienced life and death with me in North Shuo and South. Besides, In addition, I also keep in touch with King Ming, Overlord, Patriarch Jin Zhu and others..."

　Just finished class, cold and tired, it’s snowing in Hangzhou, the first snow in 2022, I wish you all a happy~
　　
　
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