Jia Min frowned and said nothing.
Seeing her mother's worries, Lin Daiyu smiled and said, "Mom, Uncle Chu said that there are no rules in his place."
"If there are no rules, why don't you get into chaos?"
"That's what the uncle said. In his place there is no etiquette where men and women are not allowed to be intimate with each other, and the daughter's family can still be in the public eye, and she can also take the imperial examination and become an official."
"Can women also take the imperial examination?!"
Jia Min looked at her in surprise. Lin Daiyu nodded and said, "Uncle Chu is a very nice person. Sister Qingzhao and I can pick up books and read them. We can stay or leave as long as we want."
"Mother." Lin Daiyu couldn't help but say: "I heard sister Qingzhao say that in the Song Dynasty, women could go out to play, but not in Dashun..."
Jia Min stared at her, and Lin Daiyu closed her mouth in embarrassment.
"The Song Dynasty was the Song Dynasty, Dashun was Dashun, and there was a queen in the Tang Dynasty. How could I not know?"
Jia Min held her daughter's hand and suddenly felt a little cold. She reached out and touched the milk tea cup on the stool next to her, and immediately pulled her daughter's cold hands into the quilt with distress.
Lin Daiyu lay obediently on her mother's body.
"My son, don't say stupid things again."
Jia Min stroked her daughter's weak back, "Things that were possible in the Song Dynasty are not allowed in Dashun. Country girls don't care, but you, a government lady, are you going to show your face outside?"
Even if your father and I don't scold you, others will poke your spine off and scold you until you can't hold your head up. Who dares to marry you? "
As she spoke, she touched her daughter's slender back with her fingertips. Daiyu felt anxious, twisted her body and laughed non-stop, saying that she didn't despise marrying those stinky men.
After the fuss, Jia Min said with a smile: "Bring me the milk tea that Uncle Chu gave you, let me have a taste."
"Mom is still recovering from her illness. Let's wait until it gets colder before eating."
"The weather is very stuffy. Mom, it's okay to take a bite or two. Bring it quickly."
Jia Min urged her with a smile.
Lin Daiyu still refused, so she went to the maid to get a bowl, poured out the milk tea, and let it cool for a while before sitting down by the bed and feeding it to her mother with a spoon.
"It's sweet and ice-cold. It's a good way to relieve the heat... Uncle Chu gave it to you and Master Yi An casually?"
"Mom, please don't call her Yi An Jushi anymore. Sister Qingzhao is only sixteen years old now, and her poetry talent is far better than that of my daughter."
"You still write poetry?"
"After we composed a song each, Uncle Chu gave us milk tea."
"..."
Jia Min looked strange.
Uncle Chu, Uncle Chu, her daughter now thinks of Uncle Chu in her mouth and heart.
What does it mean for a young lady to meet a young man in her dream?
…
Bianliang.
"Come back, come back! The girl is back!"
The mother-in-law, who had been looking at the door for a long time, saw Taoqin coming back with a donkey from a distance. Sitting on the donkey was a slim girl in a light blue skirt. Although she was wearing a white curtain, she could tell at a glance that she was My own girl.
Not long after, the donkey walked to the front door of Li's house. Taoqin led the donkey through the door and didn't stop until it reached the Chuihua gate, helping the girl on the donkey to get down.
"Phew, I'm finally home, I'm so bored!"
The girl took off her curtain hat, revealing her delicate dimples covered by a gauze veil. There were dots of fragrant sweat on her smooth forehead, which proved that she had played crazy enough and walked a long way when she went out that day.
Aunt Zhao smiled and complained: "Girl, you have been playing all day. Come in quickly. Madam has been waiting for you for a long time."
The girl who had just taken off her white curtain hat was none other than Li Qingzhao, who had been visiting Bianliang City for a day.
When she heard that her mother was looking for her, she hurriedly picked up her skirt and a bag of things, stepped into the hanging flower door, and headed to her mother's room.
Nothing happened.
After dinner, she found an excuse to sneak back to the backyard room. After taking a bath, she entered the study, lit a lamp, studied ink, and wrote hard.
An hour later, an article that was roughly conceived during the day was completed.
Li Qingzhao watched it for himself and was quite satisfied. He fanned the article with a fan to make the ink dry faster.
"Girl, it's time to go to bed!" Yao Qin, the female servant, urged her outside the door.
"It's coming, it's coming soon, just wait..."
After procrastinating for half an hour, the ink was finally dry. Li Qingzhao quickly put away the article and put it close to his body before blowing out the lamp and walking out of the study.
When she returned to her boudoir, she didn't take off her Luo Shang, so she lay down on the embroidered bed and tossed and turned for a long time before she fell asleep.
Suddenly I woke up and opened my eyes. In front of me was the gorgeous and fragrant Sister Lin. She had just arrived!
"Long time no see sister Qingzhao." Lin Daiyu smiled.
"How long?"
Li Qingzhao was very surprised, "How long has it been?"
She had only spent three days in the Song Dynasty, which was not a long time.
"It's been about more than a month."
"No wonder you are wearing these clothes."
Li Qingzhao looked up and down at Sister Lin. She was only wearing a close-fitting gown and trousers, and her feet were wearing socks. This showed that she no longer dressed neatly when sleeping at night.
Li Qingzhao poked his head out and took a look, and saw Chu Langjun working hard in front of the computer.
"This is a bit difficult to handle."
"It's out of the way."
Lin Daiyu's cheeks were slightly red, "As long as Uncle Chu is here, there's nothing shameful about it."
After hearing this, Li Qingzhao took her hand and walked out, calling Mr. Chu.
Chu Zhen looked up and saw Sister Lin with her black silk hair scattered and only light clothes on her delicate body, and knew what was going on.
"Wait a minute, I'm going to get you shoes and clothes, Miss Lin, in case someone comes later."
"ah!"
When she heard someone coming, Lin Daiyu's face turned red with embarrassment. She hid behind the bookshelf and sat down on the chair where she was last time. She said there was no need for clothes and she could just sit here and listen.
Chu Zhen had no choice but to take off one of his clean clothes and put it aside first.
"Miss Lin, please sit down first and let me see if I can solve this problem."
Chu Zhen said to the little girl sitting on the chair.
"what is the problem?"
Lin Daiyu was puzzled.
Chu Zhen pointed to the pajamas on her slender body.
It is indeed a problem for the Time and Space Note to summon people without warning, especially when they are asleep, causing Lin Daiyu to travel through time in her pajamas.
The first time, my feet were bare.
Lin Daiyu blushed again, lowered her head and said nothing.
Chu Zhen smiled, left her here, and returned to sit down in front of the computer.
"Mr. Chu, are you using a historical pen?" Li Qingzhao asked him with a smile, speaking louder so that Sister Lin could hear it.
"Yes, record what happened yesterday."
"Yesterday?"
Lin Daiyu's voice came with a surprised tone: "It is said in "Journey to the West" that one day in the sky and one year on earth is true~"
"What kind of book is Journey to the West?" Li Qingzhao asked.
"The one about gods, demons and monsters tells the story of a monk from the Tang Dynasty who obtained the Western Scriptures."
"Isn't the book that Xuanzang collected scriptures called "Records of the Western Regions of the Tang Dynasty"?"
"Yes and no, Journey to the West is a story made up by later generations."
The two chatted in the distance. Chu Zhen was writing history and adding points to see if he could add functions to this time and space notebook, while listening to their conversation.
Just when I was about to interrupt, a voice suddenly appeared,
"What Tang Dynasty monk?"
Chu Zhen and Li Qingzhao turned around to look, and Lin Daiyu also took a look. After seeing that it was Li Shimin of the Tang Dynasty, she hid back, picked up Chu Zhen's clothes and put them on.
Although they were washed very clean, she still felt his breath on the clothes, as if he was holding her with his arms, making her whole body feel warm and her cheeks even redder.
