"I heard that Mr. Tinglin returned to Suidu."
"Mr. Tinglin? That...Mr. Tinglin?"
"Exactly!"
Qing Lingyi listened in his ears, thinking deeply.
Mr. Tinglin's original name was Zuo Yu, and Tinglin was his cousin.
He was the half-brother of Zuo Xuan, the Duke of Yongxing County. They both learned from the same mentor. Zuo Yu was as knowledgeable as his elder brother.
But he disdained fame and was obsessed with landscapes and countryside. Only the poems he wrote have been passed down to the world.
A few days ago, when Cheng Anle said he wanted to study, the first thing Qing Lingyi thought of was Mr. Tinglin, and she even started reading his collection of poems.
"The young son of Madam Hu's family has reached the age of enlightenment. No, Madam Hu's family wants her son to become a teacher of Mr. Tinglin." The people continued to discuss.
"I heard that he has a lot of personality. Many people in the world praise his talents and want to recruit him, but they can't find him. Even if they find him, they can't recruit him."
"So the eldest lady came to Tianxing Tower. Mr. Tinglin is obsessed with food, especially the fish soup from Tianxing Tower, which he once praised in poems. This eldest lady wanted to buy fish soup. Send it to Zuofu to please Mr. Tinglin."
Qing Lingyi was thoughtful and squeezed Cheng Anle's little hand, "Xiao Anle, let's go through the back door."
"Back door?" Cheng Anle tilted his head.
"Um."
Qing Lingyi took one last look at the chaotic main entrance of Tianxing Tower.
Among the three carriages lying in the middle of the road, the largest and most gorgeous one in the middle had a frame made of golden nanmu. The carriages were pulled by two black horses.
She lowered her eyes and smiled.
Arrive at the back entrance from the alley.
Xu Lian opened the door and saw Qing Lingyi and Bi Wei with smiles on their faces. He lowered his head and saw the little girl Qing Lingyi was holding and smiled even wider: "What a cute little girl!"
Cheng Anle was a little shy, blushed slightly, and said, "Thank you..."
Xu Lian couldn't help but think of Qing Lingyi in the past, who was also like this.
"You must be quite busy today, right?" Qing Lingyi mentioned it seemingly unintentionally.
"It's quite busy," Xu Lian came to his senses, "but it's not bad."
At this moment, a female voice came from the main hall: "Mrs. Zuo, are you unwilling to give away this bowl of fish soup no matter what?"
Qing Lingyi looked sideways, and there was only one person in Suidu who could be called Mrs. Zuo.
Sure enough, she heard Song Yunling's voice: "I came first, paid the silver, and put the fish soup into the food box. Why do you have to give in when you say you want it?"
Qing Lingyi left Cheng Anle and Biwei in the backyard.
She walked through the small door and saw the woman confronting Song Yunling in the lobby.
Wearing a white polished silk bead embroidered with gold-drawing thread skirt, her hair is tall and her facial features are regular.
This is Ye Wan, the eldest daughter-in-law of Uncle Hu Ping, and the daughter of Ye Zhi, the general who defended Zhu City.
She said: "Who told me that shopkeeper Xi is only willing to make ten bowls every day? This is the last bowl. I must get it."
Song Yunling sneered: "Don't deflect the conflict. Shopkeeper Xi can make as many bowls as he wants every day. If you want, go out early. Now, get out of the way!"
Ye Wan refused to back down, "In this case, Mrs. Zuo, don't blame me."
As soon as she raised her chin, several tall attendants behind her wanted to step forward.
This is a tough grab.
Song Yunling was agitated.
Yesterday, from day to night, she and Zuo Chongsi didn't get out of bed very much. Until the evening, her face was full of tears and she couldn't even lift her legs.
Zuo Chongsi kissed her lower back softly and said, "Then we will continue tomorrow."
At dawn, she steeled herself and went out quietly while Zuo Chongsi was still awake.
Zuo Chongsi liked fish soup very much, and he had never eaten it during his years of service in Yingshan.
She waited for a long time before it was her turn. She was full of joy and wanted to go back to surprise Zuo Chongsi, but was blocked by Ye Wan.
She didn't have many attendants to protect her, and her whole body was sore. She didn't know if the fish soup could protect her?
Seeing the servants of Hu Mansion approaching step by step, Song Yunling became cruel and planned to throw the fish soup away first.
With her temperament, if she can't take it away, then no one can have this bowl of fish soup!
She just lifted the food box.
"Mrs. Hu, there is no need to rush to take action."
A soft female voice sounded softly.
Song Yunling put down the food box and turned her head: "Hmm?"
Qing Lingyi stood beside her and winked at her.
Ye Wan didn't recognize her and frowned: "Who are you?"
"I am Qing Lingyi, and now I am the wife of General Cheng Yang of Youwei."
"Oh, you," Ye Wan narrowed his eyes, "My second brother suffered great injustice at your general's residence, and now he is behind bars because of General Cheng's conspiracy."
Qing Lingyi smiled warmly and said: "Let's discuss the matter. What Mrs. Hu wants today is not fish soup."
Ye Wan looked unhappy: "So you want to help her?"
"I'm curious." Qing Lingyi answered the question.
"What are you curious about?"
"I heard that Mrs. Hu's son has reached the age of enlightenment, and this trip is to borrow fish soup to knock on Mr. Tinglin's door."
"So what?"
Qing Lingyi's eyebrows curved, "Then since Mrs. Hu found out that Mr. Tinglin likes fish soup, why didn't she ask more about the relationship between Mr. Tinglin and Zuo Chongsi?"
Ye Wan remained unmoved.
She inquired and found out that Zuo Yu had no heirs to his name.
As for Zuo Chongsi, isn't he a more promising descendant of a branch of the Zuo family?
They were so far apart, and Mr. Tinglin had an eccentric temperament. In his eyes, the so-called relatives probably didn't even have a bowl of fish soup.
"Mr. Tinglin's surname was Zuo Mingyu. His eldest son died young, and his beloved wife bled to death after giving birth to his second son. Zuo Yu was depressed because of this and sent his second son to be raised by a member of the same clan. His son was Zuo Chongsi. I passed the Jinshi title at the age of eighteen and married Yun Ling, the only daughter of the third family of the Song family, two years ago. In other words, Yun Ling is Mr. Tinglin's daughter-in-law."
Qing Lingyi paused, and her smile deepened, "So, Mrs. Hu, are you really going to snatch the fish soup from Mr. Tinglin's daughter-in-law and then offer it to him?"
Ye Wan was dubious, "Is this serious?"
"You are from Zhucheng. It is understandable that you don't know this matter. After all, many people in Suidu don't know about it. But your husband and father-in-law should know better."
Ye Wan's face changed slightly.
Last month, she killed her husband's beloved concubine. The two of them had an quarrel and have not said a word to this day.
My father-in-law is busy all day long and I can't see him at home for several days.
Where could she go to hear such things?
After thinking for a while, she looked at Shopkeeper Xi, "So you have nothing to do with Mr. Tinglin, right? Go and make another bowl of fish soup."
Shopkeeper Xi had no expression on his face.
"And you," Ye Wan turned to look at Qing Lingyi, with a cold light in his eyes, "You hurt my second brother like that, and I haven't even come to settle the score with you, but you came to the door yourself!"
Qing Lingyi:?
"You are alone. There are only a dozen or so of the Tianxing Tower's clerks in total. I have brought more than thirty attendants today."
Ye Wan stared at her closely, "Qing Lingyi, today I want you to know who has the final say in this matter!"
