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. He walked forward calmly and gracefully without squinting, his complicated and layered clothes skipped over the cobblestone road like layers of petals, and his wooden clogs made the 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 young lady was still wearing her hair in a bun.
"This hair is too soft, what should I do?"
"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, Captain Zaemon, has returned and has been accompanied by Minamoto Shōnagon, who is not far away from the priest, to pay homage to Miss Takako."
It was still busy inside, but the voice didn't dare to come out. The tall table and chairs were moved to the corner, and boxes were stuffed up and down the table to look like a box rack. A flower pot was placed on the chair, pretending to be a flower pot stand.
The low table was put on, and all the pens, inks, papers and inkstones were quickly placed.
Xining knelt down and nodded to A Ling. There were at least four maids arranging her hair and clothes. Natsuki finally found the folding fan and placed it beside the low table that had been placed.
Ah Ling walked to the door and saluted Yuan Shaonayan: "My maid pays homage to Master Shaoyuan Nayan. Miss Zunzi is doing the Qing Dynasty. I welcome you respectfully."
Minamoto Shonagon, whose real surname is Minamoto, is a branch of the royal family. 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 daughter of the Fujiwara family, and she was considered the legitimate daughter of a common wife. It's just that this direct descendant is a little discounted. Everyone knows that it is Miss Six who will accompany the prince in the palace this time.
Since it was Mr. Fujiwara who asked her to teach Miss Takashi, she should come out to greet her in person.
Of course A Ling felt it, and she quickly lowered her voice and continued: "When Miss Zunzi is writing, she concentrates on it, and any noise will not disturb her. Please forgive me! Please come in."
Xining, who was in the room, almost laughed.
After hearing the words, Yuan Shaona became a little 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... Genshaonagon sniffed, like the smell of meat.
However, she hadn't washed her hair in nearly four months, and the scent and body odor on her body made her unsure. It smells like cinnamon, she thought.
The furnishings in the room can be considered elegant, with many boxes placed in the corner. It must have been that they just moved here, and the slaves around them are small and haven't been completely sorted out yet.
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 the one drank in the palace, and the brewing was done at 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 reveal wealth everywhere. Not to mention that the twelve items on Miss Zunzi's body are made of fine fabrics. Even the tea bowls used to entertain guests are all fine porcelain bowls, not pottery bowls.
Xining pretended to finish writing the last few words of the line, and then placed the pen on the pen holder. After looking up, he pretended to be stunned.
A Ling immediately said: "This gentleman is Master Yuan Shao Nayan who was invited by the Taoist Master in the palace." But she was beating a drum in her heart, she must not reveal the secret, otherwise it will be spread out and it will damage her reputation.
After hearing this, Xining turned around while kneeling, made flat palms with his hands, gently wiped his knees, and stood up. He took three steps forward without looking away and walked out of the desk. Then she turned around gracefully and took three steps forward to straighten her trailing skirt. Then she wiped her clothes with her hands and knelt down.
After sitting firmly, he placed the fingers of his hands flat on top of each other, pointed them on the ground, lowered 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 this fifth lady's behavior and manners. 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. Probably only a princess who has been living in the palace would 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?"
Xining 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. I had known for a long time that the Fifth Miss was studying the "Japanese Chronicle". She had been studying this book for a while and thought that she should be able to teach a few things. This was why the Taoist priest chose her.
But the problem is, the Chinese characters are actually neat, beautiful, and skillful, and the writing is better than hers.
Chinese characters are written so well, and the simplified and developed Japanese characters based on Chinese characters are even more difficult to mention.
It seems that there is no way to teach Chinese characters, so let’s teach them.
He didn't believe that the "Nihon Chronicle" he 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 have 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: "Tell me and listen."
Xi Ning asked A Ling to bring the book, picked it up and started reading: "The first volume of the Japanese Chronicles, in the Age of Gods, in ancient times, the sky and the earth were not divided, yin and yang were not separated, chaos was like a chicken's rooster, the water was dripping with teeth..."
Minamoto Shonayan was stunned. Chinese, all read in Chinese. Still using very standard Chinese, not harsh at all, just like the Mr. Tianchao whom her Yuan family hired with a hundred taels of gold. She tried her best and still had an accent, but this fifth lady had 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..."
She felt that Minamoto Shonayan's face covered with white powder had no expression since she started studying, so she 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. It was just a trick here and there, but this young lady was actually the ancestor. God, what kind of talented woman is this?
Nozomi 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 be embarrassing.
This really needs to be revised. The first sentence alone took me a long time to read. It’s really a deep read. She hasn't even read it like this. It would take a great scholar to teach her.
No, there is no way to teach this "Japanese Chronicle". Let's change it to something else. Then poetry, poetry is also her strong point.
