In early spring, the morning sun shines on the willow leaves with a slight moisture, and then warms up more and more in the hustle and bustle of the day.

Lin Mengyao had refreshments in the Drunken Immortal Building, and was about to go downstairs, but saw a familiar figure approaching. Under the sun, the glittering abacus refracted the dazzling light, illuminating the people in the building who couldn't open their eyes, who was it not Zhou Zijin?

After a few years of hard work, Zhou Zijin's appearance has changed a lot, and the only thing that has not changed is the golden abacus that has never been abandoned.

Thinking of Zhou Zijin's previous calculations about Gu Beichen, Lin Mengyao couldn't help but smile bitterly - all the old people are still the same, but Gu Beichen is nowhere to be found.

However, instead of sighing, it is better to pursue it!

Lin Mengyao pondered whether to come forward and recognize Zhou Zijin, after all, in the future, she would always have to rely on the wealth of the Zhou family, which was rich and rivaled the country. However, when she saw the Qinghe girl dressed as a woman and holding a pink and jade little doll to greet Zhou Zi, she dispelled the idea of stepping forward.

Why did he bother with this rare harmony.

After a while, Lin Mengyao finally walked to an alley behind the main street. In her previous life, as the daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion, she rarely went out because of various rules, so she was not familiar with the terrain of Beijing, but there was a road she was very familiar with.

That's the way to where Madame Ji is.

Because of Mrs. Ji's fame, even if she is the daughter of the prime minister's house, if you want to learn calligraphy from her, you have to visit her.

Following the memories of his previous life, he went around and around, and finally stopped in front of Mrs. Ji's Moxiang Pavilion. Moxiang Pavilion, as the name suggests. It is the land of calligraphy. Looking at the few tall plum trees that were familiar in her memory, and looking at the few pools of Hanlian that had just given birth to leaves, Lin Mengyao burst into tears.

"Who are you? How dare you be so reckless and break into the Moxiang Pavilion! A delicate little girl stopped Lin Mengyao.

This person, Lin Mengyao is very familiar with, it is Xiangtan who has followed Mrs. Ji since childhood. This sandalwood is arrogant on the surface, but in fact she is a reasonable girl, in her previous life, she was very good friends with Lin Mengyao!

Hence the attitude towards sandalwood. Lin Mengyao didn't laugh angrily: "Sister Xiangtan is convenient." I'm here to find Master Ji. ”

"Frivolous!" Xiang Tan raised his eyebrows and reprimanded: "What a prodigal, dare to be so rude in front of Moxiang Pavilion, is it really a bad life?" Who is your sister Xiangtan? Who is your master again? ”

So. Lin Mengyao remembered. Not to mention that he is a man's attire at the moment. Even if her daughter's outfit is restored, it is Lin Mengyao's appearance, which is not at all like Yao Menglin. How can Sandalwood recognize her?!

Be aware of your own negligence. Lin Mengyao hurriedly apologized, but Xiangtan stopped her in front of the door and didn't let her in.

Lin Mengyao was distressed, she didn't think that Xiangtan was deliberately embarrassing her, she knew Mrs. Ji's rules very well. This Moxiang Pavilion is a gift from the Son of Heaven, and if anyone wants to come here, they need to vote for the post first, and get the permission of Mrs. Ji before they can come in. I didn't post and came rashly, which was very rude.

With a turn of her eyes, Lin Mengyao thought about it: "Miss Xiangtan, in Xia Dai Nianbei, I was offended a lot just now, but it is indeed the name of Mrs. Mu Ji for a long time, so I came to visit rashly." I knew the rules of this Moxiang Pavilion below, but I was really in a hurry and didn't post it. However, I feel that Mrs. Ji must be happy to be on the next side. ”

"Self-righteousness! Mrs. Ji is very busy, but she doesn't have that much spare time! ”

"Don't believe it?" Lin Mengyao knocked on the fan and said, "Miss Xiangtan might as well take the pen and ink, and write two words below, and then you can consider whether to inform Mrs. Ji." ”

In fact, Xiang Tan's brutality is completely to protect Mrs. Ji, she is always worried that there will be unscrupulous people coming to this Moxiang Pavilion, so she is always a little rude to strange visitors. However, she would not really do anything to drive away. In addition, Lin Mengyao swore an oath, thought about it, and asked the little maid next to her to fetch the four treasures of the study.

"The opportunity is given to you, you can do it yourself!" Xiangtan spread paper and ink, and gave the pen to Lin Mengyao.

Lin Mengyao thanked her, borrowed a pen and pondered it, and wrote down two words.

Xiangtan's eyes were stunned, and it wasn't until Lin Mengyao called a few times that she put the two words in. After a while, Xiangtan came out again, and her attitude towards Lin Mengyao eased a lot, and her expression was three points respectful.

"Dai Gongzi, Mrs. Ji is invited."

Lin Mengyao smiled lightly and stretched out her hand, asking Xiangtan to lead the way.

Actually, this is completely expected, Lin Mengyao wrote two words just now, quite attentively. One was written at the chrysanthemum appreciation meeting in Fuyang, when Ling Zhenao brought that pair of words to Jinghua and entered Mrs. Ji's eyes, Mrs. Ji must have an impression; As for the other character, it can arouse the interest of Mrs. Ji, because she wrote a poem written by Mrs. Ji at the beginning of the year - the memory of her previous life, Mrs. Ji wrote a sad poem about Wing Chun at the beginning of the year, and no third person knew about it except Yao Menglin - of course, Lin Mengyao used Mrs. Ji's penmanship.

Following behind Xiangtan, along the way, Lin Mengyao was very nostalgic for the flowers and trees on this promenade path, and many good memories of her previous life were here, although Mrs. Ji was a teacher, but Lin Mengyao looked like her mother at that time.

"Mrs. Ji, Dai Gongzi brought it!" Xiangtan stopped outside the "Pavilion of Forgetting Worries", and bowed to the women in the pavilion through the gauze tent.

Needless to say, the woman behind this gauze tent is Mrs. Ji.

Lin Mengyao's eyes were hot, and she couldn't even speak.

"Yes, remove the veil tent." Mrs. Ji opened her mouth, her voice was not as gentle as that of ordinary women, but it revealed a rare charm of a woman.

The maid who was waiting next to her was instructed to remove the gauze tent, and Mrs. Ji and Lin Mengyao faced each other.

"What are you doing? Haven't seen Madame yet? ”

Xiangtan reminded her sideways, Lin Mengyao was stunned, and hurriedly bowed and saluted: "In Xia Dai Nianbei, I have seen Mrs. Ji." ”

Mrs. Ji stretched out her hand: "Dai Gongzi doesn't have to be much, please enter the pavilion for a while." ”

Lin Mengyao stepped forward at the behest of her own order, got Mrs. Ji's "invitation", and sat down opposite Mrs. Ji.

"These two characters are quite interesting, if I hadn't heard Xiangtan say that this was made by Dai Gongzi on the spot, I would have thought that Dai Gongzi found it from the side!" Mrs. Ji unfolded the two characters, pointed to the words written by Fuyang and said, "This is the handwriting of Miss Fuyang Lin." ”

Mrs. Ji thought a lot, and she has always been good at copying the handwriting of others, and when she was fortunate enough to see Miss Lin's poems, she felt very happy, so she made a copy. I just never thought that today I would become the knocking brick of this Moxiang Pavilion. ”

Mrs. Ji smiled without saying a word, and pointed to the sad poem of Wing Chun, and said with a smile: "Really? Can you ask Dai Gongzi where you copied this calligraphy? ”

Lin Mengyao pretended to be surprised: "Why did Mrs. Ji say this? This is the consistent handwriting written below, and this poem is even more original! (To be continued......)