Song QingShu was startled. Could it be that he had exposed himself somewhere? But when he noticed Shen Bijun's expectant gaze, he realized that it was most likely the song that had stirred her thoughts. "No, I'm from outside the borders."
"Oh ~" Shen Bijun's disappointment was evident. "When I heard you play 'Thinking' just now, although your technique was a bit shaky, the meaning behind the song was extremely high. I thought you were from the south."
"Thank you for your praise, Miss." Hearing her evaluation, Song Qingshu sighed to himself that he had gambled correctly. As expected, it was impossible to win with technique.
Knowing that he wasn't from the Song, Shen Bijun quickly lost interest and no longer spoke. She sighed faintly and turned to leave, leaving Song Qingshu alone with a dumbfounded expression.
"What's going on?" Just as Song Qingshu was feeling gloomy, someone led him to a nearby residence and warned him not to go out as he pleased. Otherwise, his life would be in danger.
If it was a normal zither player, they wouldn't care even if their freedom was restricted. But Song Qingshu naturally wouldn't be so obedient. After the person left, he quietly slipped out.
Unfortunately, this kind of aimless search was like looking for a needle in a haystack. Song Qingshu walked around the Wei Palace but didn't find any valuable clues. He had originally planned to go see how Yelu Nanxian was doing, but when he snuck into her room, he found that she wasn't there. Listening to the conversation of two passing maids, ever since her brother Yelu Sui's incident, she would often go out searching for the murderer, often disappearing for three to five days.
Song Qingshu returned to his room dispiritedly. This was different from what he had imagined. Even though he had infiltrated the Prince of Wei's Mansion, it seemed that it would be difficult to find anything useful. Was he really going to stay here for ten days to half a month?
Just as he was lying on his bed, bored to death, a maid came to inform him that Shen Bijun was calling for him.
"Eh?" Song Qingshu was a bit puzzled. Was his charm so great that even with his disguise, he couldn't hide his attraction to women?
Of course, this was just a joke. He knew that Shen Bijun hadn't come looking for him because she liked him. There had to be something else. Along the way, he wondered if he should get closer to Shen Bijun. Perhaps he could get some information about the Mandarin Duck Blades from her. After all, the Mandarin Duck Blades had been kept by the Shen family for more than ten years.
Unfortunately, when he saw Shen Bijun, he saw that her face was as cold as ice. She was no longer as amiable as before. His heart skipped a beat, and he swallowed all of his plans.
"I don't know who you are, nor do I know your goal in coming here …" Shen Bijun gave him a fright as soon as she opened her mouth. Song QingShu wondered if his disguise skills were so bad that even a young miss who never left her room could see through him.
Fortunately, Shen Bijun's next words made her sigh in relief. "In the next few days, I will teach you some of the local customs of the Southern Court. No matter what it is, I will only say it once. As for whether you can remember it or not, that will depend on your ability."
"The local customs of the Southern Court?" Song Qingshu was completely confused. Fortunately, he was a transmigrator from the future and had read countless novels and dramas. Although he only had a few words, he could roughly restore the original situation. It was most likely that Yelu Yixin had asked her to teach him the local customs of the Southern Court. Thus, she had subconsciously thought that he was Yelu Yixin's confidant, and thus didn't treat him well.
As for why Shen Bijun would listen to Yelu Yixin's instructions, it wasn't hard to understand. There were simply too many ways to make a delicate woman submit. Song Qingshu casually imagined that if it were him, there would be at least twenty-three ways to make her obedient. The word "teach" lingered in his mind.
As for why Yelu Yixin had asked her to teach him the local customs of the Southern Court, this was something he couldn't understand.
While he was still thinking, Shen Bijun began to speak. The entire process could be said to be extremely fast, and from time to time, she would mix in the dialect of Shaoxing. It should be known that nowadays, the dialects of Zhejiang were often difficult to understand even if they were separated by a village, let alone in ancient times.
"Miss, can you speak in official language?" Song Qingshu naturally knew that she was doing this on purpose. Even the most gentle of ladies would find it difficult to be in a good mood after being kidnapped and constantly threatened. In addition, she thought that he was one of Yelu Yixin's people, so it wasn't surprising that she was deliberately making things difficult for him.
"Since I want to teach you the local customs, these Shanyin dialects are naturally the local customs." Seeing his sweaty appearance, Shen Bijun couldn't help but smile. Her mood, which had been clouded for the past few days, finally showed a trace of happiness.
Shen Bijun's face had always been full of worry, but now, for the first time, she smiled. Although it was only a faint smile, it was like the first flowers blooming after the snow melted. In the past, only Xiao Long Nu had given him a similar impact.
Seeing him staring at her in a daze, Shen Bijun immediately realized that she had "lost her composure." She immediately straightened her face and continued to explain. This time, in order to punish him, not only did she still use the Shanyin dialect, but she also deliberately spoke faster.
Soon, more than two hours had passed. Shen Bijun looked at him maliciously. "Let's stop here for today. How much do you remember?"
"About seventy to eighty percent." In reality, with Song Qingshu's current memory, he actually remembered everything. He just didn't want to attract too much attention, so he said he remembered seventy to eighty percent.
Even this was enough to shock Shen Bijun, but she didn't believe it, "Shameless boasting!" The disgust on her face became even stronger. It had to be known that she had mostly used the Shanyin dialect to explain. Not to mention the northerners, even the people of the Song Country wouldn't be able to understand.
Shen Bijun was the number one beauty of Shanyin City and her reputation had spread far and wide. Ever since she could remember, many young masters liked to go to the Shen Gardens and use the poetry and lantern festivals to show off. Many times, in order to not show weakness in front of her, they would pretend to understand and pretend to be something that was in the sky. This kind of man was what she despised the most.
Thinking of how Song Qingshu was in a daze when he saw her, Shen Bijun unconsciously thought that he was the same kind of person. She was too lazy to say another word to him and turned to leave with a heavy expression.
Song Qingshu shrugged his shoulders and thought to himself, "Who did I offend? I can clearly understand. Do I have to lie and say that I don't understand?"
It had to be known that Miss Cheng, Lu Wushuang, and the others had lived in Shanyin City for a long time. They had spent the most time with Miss Cheng. That sweet-tempered young woman was usually the most shy and reserved. Occasionally, when they were in bed, she would uncontrollably speak in a special tone. It was clear and lively, very rhythmic, and very pleasant to listen to.
Song Qingshu asked and found out that it was the Shanyin dialect. Because he wanted to know what Miss Cheng said when she was aroused, he pestered her to learn the Shanyin dialect.
At first, Miss Cheng didn't agree, but she couldn't stand his coaxing and pestering. She taught him sentence by sentence, and with Song Qingshu's amazing memory, he was able to learn most of it. When he heard Shen Bijun speak the Shanyin dialect, he wasn't used to it at first, but after getting used to it, he found that he could actually understand it. There were some parts that he didn't understand that he could guess from the context. Who knew that Shen Bijun would misunderstand?
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