When the female official from the palace stepped through the courtyard door, she just happened to throw the last mat placed under the tree out of the back door of the courtyard.

The female official, who was wearing thick clothes, was not attracted by the beautiful scenery in the courtyard at all. She walked forward calmly and gracefully without squinting, her complicated and layered clothes skipped over the cobblestone road like layers of petals, and her clogs were lightly worn.

There is a crisp sound of footsteps.

And inside the house...

"It's not this one, the color inside and outside can't be mistaken..."

"Tie Yi, watch Yi, Tang Yi..."

"Folding paper, folding paper..."

"You haven't combed your hair yet, put it down quickly." Only then did he realize that the lady was still wearing her hair in a bun.

"This hair is too soft, what should I do?"

"Use water, wet it with water. Just smooth it!"

When the female official stood outside, Zaemon knelt down on one leg and lowered his head to announce: "The servant of the house guard, Chief Zaemon, has returned and is accompanying Mr. Minamoto no Yan, who is far away from the priest, to pay homage to Miss Takashi."

They were still busy inside, but they didn’t dare to make any noise. The tall tables and chairs were moved to the corner, and boxes were stuffed up and down the table, making it look like a box rack. A flower pot was placed on top of the chair, pretending to be a flower pot.

Fought.

The low table was put on, and all the pens, inks, papers and inkstones were quickly placed.

Xining knelt down and nodded to Aling. At least four maids were arranging her hair and clothes. Caiyue finally found the folding fan and placed it beside the low table that had been placed.

A-Ling walked to the door and saluted Yuan Shaona: "I pay my respects to Mr. Shaoyuan Nayan. Miss Zunzi is doing some Qing Dynasty. I welcome you respectfully."

Minamoto Shonagon, whose real surname is Minamoto, is a branch of royal blood. Like other female officials in the palace, they all have some royal blood.

She felt a little unhappy, but after all, she was the fifth young lady of the Fujiwara family, and she was considered the legitimate daughter of a common wife. However, this legitimate daughter was slightly discounted. Everyone knew that it was the sixth young lady who entered the palace to accompany the prince this time.

Since it was Mr. Fujiwara who asked her to teach Miss Takashi, she should come out to greet her.

Of course A Ling felt it, and she quickly lowered her voice and continued: "When Miss Zunzi writes, she concentrates on it, and any noise will not disturb her. Please forgive me! Please come in."

Xining, who was in the room, almost stopped laughing.

When Yuan Shaona heard the words, he became interested: "It's rare for Ms. Zunzi to be so eager to learn."

Xining quickly continued writing.

Genshao Nayan stepped into the room with a bit of arrogance under A Ling's humble invitation.

The room was lit with incense, and the smell was quite elegant, but there was a little... Minamoto Shonagon sniffed? It smelled like meat.

But she hadn't washed her hair in nearly four months. What scent and body odor was there on her body? She wasn't sure for a moment. It was probably the scent of cinnamon, she thought.

The furnishings in the room can be considered elegant, with many boxes placed in the corner. It must have just been moved in not long ago, and the servants around it were small and they had not been completely sorted out.

As soon as Yuan Shao Nayan sat down, a servant brought tea, and A Ling placed it in front of her with both hands.

She picked up the tea and took a sip. The foam was of the highest quality, the same as what was drunk in the palace. It was brewed at just the right temperature. It seemed that the Fifth Young Lady was still under the care of the Taoist Master.

Although the furnishings in the room are simple, they are full of wealth. Not to mention that the twelve items on Miss Takashi's body are made of fine fabrics. Even the tea bowls for entertaining guests are all fine porcelain bowls, not pottery bowls.

Xining pretended to finish writing the last few words of the line, then placed the pen on the pen holder. After raising his head, he pretended to be stunned.

Ah Ling immediately said: "This gentleman is Master Yuan Shao Nayan who was invited by the Taoist priest in the palace." But she was beating a drum in her heart, be sure not to reveal the secret, otherwise it will be spread out and it will damage your reputation.

After hearing this, Xi Ning turned around on her knees, put her hands into flat palms, gently wiped her knees, and stood up. She walked forward three steps without looking away, and then walked out of the desk. Then she turned around gracefully, and took three steps forward just in time to lift her trailing skirt.

After the pendulum was straightened, he wiped his clothes with his hands and sat down on his knees.

After sitting firmly, he placed the fingers of his hands flat on top of each other, pointed them on the ground, bowed his head and saluted, and said in a soft voice: "It is a great honor to meet Mr. Gensho Nagato."

The body owner has been in the palace for eight years and has become extremely familiar with these rules.

Genshao Nayan immediately returned the courtesy: "Miss Zunzi, you are so polite."

The two raised their heads and looked at each other, with faint smiles on their lips.

But Minamoto Shonayan couldn't help but secretly nod. There was nothing wrong with the behavior of this fifth lady. She was much better than Miss Hiroko. Even Miss Xizi, who was already more sensible and well-behaved, was not as good as this fifth lady. Approximately

Only a princess who has been living in the palace will have this kind of education.

She turned her head and looked at the desk: "I heard that you are writing, can you give me a look?"

Xi Ning said leisurely: "Aling, take the word and give it to Master Yuan Shao Na Yan. Please give me your advice."

The paper was brought, and it was still fine white rice paper. When he saw the words on it, Yuan Shaonayan's heart skipped a beat. They were all Chinese characters. He had long known that the Fifth Miss was studying "Nihon Chronicle", and she had been studying it for a while.

I think this book should be able to teach me something, which is why the Taoist priest chose her.

But the problem is, the Chinese characters are actually neat and beautiful, and the writing style is sophisticated, and the writing is better than hers.

Chinese characters are written so well, and the simplified development of Japanese characters based on Chinese characters is even more difficult.

It seems that there is no way to teach Chinese characters, so let’s teach them.

I couldn't believe that the "Nihon Chronicle" I had studied for five years was not as good as this nine-year-old baby. Minamoto Shonayan said with a cheerful smile: "Master Daochang is very concerned about Miss Takashi's studies. I don't know where Miss Takuko has read this book."

Already?"

Xi Ning said with a smile: "Not much. I just started. I only study one or two sentences in depth every day. What is written above is what I can understand."

At the beginning, it was much easier to handle. Yuan Shaonayan became more confident: "Let's talk and listen."

Xi Ning asked A Ling to bring the book, picked up the book and started reading: "The first volume of the Japanese Chronicle, the ancient times of the gods, the heaven and the earth are not divided, the yin and the yang are not separated, the chaos is like a chicken, the water is dripping with teeth..."

Yuan Shaonayan was stunned immediately. She read all Chinese in Chinese. She still used very standard Chinese, and was not harsh at all, just like the Mr. Tianchao whom her Yuan family hired with a hundred taels of gold. She used all her strength to still speak

She still has an accent, but this fifth lady has none of it.

After Xining read seven lines, he put down the book: "There is no distinction between yin and yang, which means there is no sun and moon, no light and darkness. It can also be extended to no distinction between opposition and mutual transformation. At that time, the chaos of heaven and earth had no rules and no distinction.

The sun, moon and stars..."

It seemed that Minamoto Shonayan's face covered with white powder had no expression since she started studying, so he said tentatively: "Minamoto Shonayan, the female officials in the palace are all very talented, so I won't do the same thing."

Yuan Shaonayan almost blushed. This was just a trick, but this young lady was originally the patriarch. God, what kind of talented woman is this?

Mr. Fujiwara did not explain that he understood that his fifth daughter had such cultivation. If she did not keep a low profile, but showed respect from the beginning that she was here to teach, it would definitely be embarrassing.

This really requires Qing Xiu. I spent a long time talking about the first sentence alone. It is really a deep reading. She has never read it like this. It probably needs a great scholar to come and teach it.
Chapter completed!