The sky was overcast for a while, but then the large white cloud drifted away, and the afternoon sun shone on half of Bianliang City. As Yun Zhu walked through the courtyard with the collected clothes, she saw Jin'er sitting on a corner of the rooftop's edge. She was sitting on the tiles, with her knees together, supporting her chin, looking out of the courtyard, her body swaying slightly. She seemed content, but who knew what she was really thinking.

"Hey," Yun Zhu called out gently, "Be careful not to fall."

"...Sister Yun Zhu, I won't." Jin'er turned her head and smiled when she saw who it was. In fact, it wasn't a big problem. She was nimble, and her previous dance skills incorporated some elements of acrobatics. She was quite good at stretching and coordinating her body and maintaining balance, so she could climb up easily and wouldn't fall down clumsily.

"The view is very far from here."

Jin'er said with a smile, then stood up, looking far away, at the streets, the surrounding courtyards, and then she opened her arms, closed her eyes, and raised her head. The girl's figure was excellent, her legs were already long, and now she stood there with her arms open, the sunlight shining diagonally from the eaves, and the wind blowing her light yellow clothes, making the thin dress cling to her body. For a moment, she looked like a fairy in the sunlight, about to ride the wind away.

"Be careful, shall I find a ladder for you?"

"No need."

Yun Zhu shook her head and smiled, went into the room, and after a moment, Jin'er came down, bouncing and helping Yun Zhu fold some clothes. This time when they went north, even Jin'er's maid, Kou'er, didn't come, because there weren't many people available. Soon after, the people from the Bamboo Chronicle would go north, and Kou'er would be left to lead the team. However, Yun Zhu could handle the small things around her.

Although she looked delicate, she had slowly learned many things since leaving the brothel. When Ning Yi first met her, she couldn't even kill a chicken, but later she learned to do this and that. When the Bamboo Chronicle became bigger, even if there was nothing she needed to do, she wouldn't ask a maid to do the little things she could do herself. In her opinion, she was no longer a rich family's daughter, so it didn't matter if she kept those airs. She should learn to do many small things herself.

Of course, sometimes when Ning Yi saw these things, he knew that her tenacious and conscious mind had long remained with her, and her former detached and elegant temperament had long been engraved in her heart and mind. No matter what she learned to do from others, she probably couldn't become a village girl.

Jin'er knew less. She just helped Yun Zhu when she was doing something. In Jiangning City, the Hu Tao couple and Kou'er were often assigned tasks. Sometimes Ning Yi would come over, and only Yun Zhu and Jin'er would be together. Yun Zhu would cook, and Jin'er would come to show off that she had chopped a lot of firewood. Ning Yi was also very helpless. She chopped a piece of wood into equal parts of the same size, and it was unclear whether she was chopping firewood or doing carpentry. It was even and beautiful but not necessarily easy to burn. When she helped to start the fire, she often blackened her face.

Once, when the maids were out, the two of them were killing a chicken at home. Yun Zhu was already skilled, and Jin'er was helping. As a result, the chicken blood sprayed all over them, and it was a chaotic mess. Ning Yi happened to pass by and saw that Jin'er's face was covered in chicken blood and feathers. The poor chicken, which was half-dead but had burst into life, was still being flattened by Jin'er with a stick in the chaos. It was a terrible sight. In the end, they didn't dare to eat it and had to let Ning Yi clean up the chicken with its intestines torn out and bury it in a pit by the river. They also erected a small wooden tablet, and the two women knelt next to it and worshiped the chicken, telling it not to come back for revenge.

Of course, what the two didn't know was that Ning Yi was the kind of person who never believed in ghosts and gods. When he left their house, he couldn't help but stop for a moment to look at the small grave by the roadside, and then couldn't help but kick it, kicking the wooden tablet into the river before walking away. However, after a few steps, he felt a little bad, so he turned back to the river and picked up the wood and stuck it back in. He felt that he had caught Yuan Jin'er's stupidity.

When they left Jiangning, the small grave was still buried by the river next to the small building. It was unknown whether the two of them had said goodbye to it before leaving.

But in any case, the two women who had similar life trajectories and came from brothels still lived together in such a dependent manner. Sometimes it was embarrassing, sometimes it was funny, and sometimes it was so happy that others envied them. Perhaps that was why Ning Yi would say to Jin'er, "It's hard to say who is closer to Yun Zhu, the two of us."

But no matter what, at this time, the two who were like sisters, perhaps closer than sisters, still had a little bit of a gap. The main reason for this gap came from Jin'er. She was a little guilty. There were some things she didn't dare to mention to Yun Zhu. This situation had been going on for several days. After putting away the clothes, the two went to the front of the second floor hall of Wenhui Tower to drink tea, and asked for a small compartment separated by a screen, next to the window, to eat some snacks and say some small talk. Yun Zhu sat by the window and looked at the street outside, once leaning out, because she saw a carriage that might have been driven out from here, but later found that the driver was not Dong Zhu.

"It's not..."

"He went to see that Li Shishi, and he hasn't come back yet at this time. Sister Yun Zhu, you don't say anything to him."

"Li Shishi knew him when he was a child..."

"Tch, he also said that they lived in the same alley, I'm afraid they haven't even spoken, that's what you call knowing... That woman is the number one courtesan in the capital, Sister Yun Zhu. This kind of woman likes the story of talented scholars and beautiful ladies the most..."

Since it had already been mentioned, the two of them only said a few words about it. Regarding Ning Yi and Li Shishi, Jin'er felt that there was a problem. Of course, these days, as long as it involved Ning Yi, she felt that there was a problem. Moreover, Ning Yi seemed to have told Xiao Chan when he left in the morning that he would be back at noon, but he hadn't been seen at this time. She didn't know whether she should report this to Sister Yun Zhu.

Of course, even if she mentioned it, Sister Yun Zhu would probably say: "Men have their own things to do." Do men have women and women don't have men? How annoying.

Speaking of Ning Yi, Sister Yun Zhu would occasionally look at her with a meaningful smile, making her feel very embarrassed. So after a moment, the topic stopped. Jin'er couldn't sit still and ran to the side to look at the valuable screen. Accidentally, she heard the people at the table outside talking, talking about some poetry gathering, mysteriously, and then they began to recite poetry.

"...This is the one... *Mulan Zhi Yi Sha Tang Zhou, Yu Xiao Jin Guan Zuo Liang Tou. Mei Jiu Zun Zhong Zhi Qian Hu, Zai Ji Sui Bo Ren Qu Liu. Xian Ren You Dai Cheng Huang He, Hai Ke Wu Xin Sui Bai Ou*..."

Oh, the poem is passable, these boring guys in Bianliang know how to open poetry gatherings all day long, but *Yu Xiao Jin Guan*... tsk, so frivolous. Disgusting! It must be insinuation, the poet is a lewd thief...

She thought in her heart, and then there was another chattering sound, and then said: "Now, let's take a look... look at the quality of this one, it's really amazing... *Southeast Xingsheng, San Wu Du Hui, Qiantang Zi Gu Fan Hua. Yan Liu Hua Qiao, Feng Lian Cui Mu, Can Cha Shi Wan Ren Jia. Yun Shu Rao Di Sha*..."

Huh? Isn't this... the lyrics that guy wrote?

She was slightly stunned, and then turned her head and said: "Sister Yun Zhu, Sister Yun Zhu, come quickly, someone is copying Ning Yi's lyrics, shameless..." She called Yun Zhu over, and the two stood on the side of the screen, listening to the lyrics being recited by someone shaking their head, and then there was another chattering discussion.

"...Everyone, I also have well-informed news. I just got these two songs. I heard that Miss Shishi was also there at that time. That person threw out more than a dozen poems and lyrics, and everyone was stunned and speechless. This just happened at the Cuiwei Villa at noon, and it hasn't spread yet, but by the evening, it is estimated that many people will know, and by tomorrow, tsk, that is... the entire Dragon Boat Festival will be overshadowed..."

Jin'er and Yun Zhu looked at each other: "That guy... isn't he just going to see Li Shishi, what else has he done?"

Yun Zhu thought for a while, shook her head, and then laughed. At this time, she couldn't hear anything from here. The two returned to the window and sat down, Jin'er felt puzzled in her heart, like being tickled: "Didn't he say, just a few people gathering together... how did this happen again, what is he doing? Threw out more than a dozen? My God... Sister Yun Zhu, listen to this one, *Mulan Zhi Yi Sha Tang Zhou, Yu Xiao Jin Guan*... just this one, it can scare people to death, right..."

She looked up, her eyes wide: "My God, more than a dozen songs, he has never done this in Jiangning... if he throws them all out at once, what will it be like..." She knew about Ning Yi's talent, but if he threw out more than a dozen poems and lyrics at once, if every one of them was so exaggerated, it would be more than just a poetry gathering. Thinking of this, she couldn't sit still, and really wanted to be there to see what the scene was like.

"Tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival, what he's doing... isn't he going to trample all those Bianliang scholars under his feet... who made him so angry..." She said this and was a little excited.

Yun Zhu was obviously also thinking about the scene of more than a dozen poems and lyrics coming out at once. Soon after, she smiled with her chin in her hand, looking at Jin'er. Jin'er also tilted her head to look at her, and after a moment, her face turned slightly red: "Sister Yun Zhu, why are you looking at me..."

"It reminds me of when I first met him."

"Huh?"

"I remember that before that time, he saved me from the river, and helped me kill the chicken, I told you about it, right..." Yun Zhu recalled with a smile, paused, "Later... that day I went to the Jinfeng Tower to teach Qin songs, Jin'er, you gave me money, I also heard about *Ming Yue Ji Shi You* that day, it was all the rage after the Mid-Autumn Festival, I thought at the time, what kind of person is this... Later I went out from the Jinfeng Tower, and met the person who saved me on the road, and went to thank him, he was buying charcoal to make charcoal pencils. After walking on the road, I realized that his name was not Huyan Leifeng, but Ning Liheng..."

Jin'er had heard some stories about Yun Zhu and Ning Yi's acquaintance, and some she hadn't heard. At this time, she listened quietly to Sister Yun Zhu, and after a moment, she felt that Sister Yun Zhu had also heard about Ning Liheng writing poetry before, and she had heard about it today, this kind of excitement, like the feeling of her face turning red immediately: "I, I... I, no, Sister Yun Zhu..."

She didn't know what to say, but in her sight, Dong Zhu was driving the carriage back from the road.

Ning Yi entered Wenhui Tower from the side door, looking a bit thoughtful, and went straight into the courtyard. Yun Zhu and Jin'er walked to the corridor on the inner side of the second floor and saw him say a few words to Xiao Chan, and also glanced at their courtyard, probably seeing that the two of them were not there, and went back to his room.

After Yun Zhu and Jin'er went downstairs, they passed through the corridor of the courtyard and looked into the door, only to see Ning Yi sitting at his desk writing something, with a serious expression. In recent days, the two of them knew that he had many things to do, and he often thought and worked seriously at his desk. This was a side that they had not heard or seen in Jiangning.

The matter that they had heard in the hall just now was obviously done by him in that villa this morning, and it would probably shock the entire Bianliang tomorrow. But looking at it now, it probably didn't occupy too much of a position in his heart at all. After coming back, he just immersed himself in work and thinking...