Bai Feng brought in a tray, "Young lady, Mrs. Xie specially ordered the kitchen to stew this soup for you."

  Lin Guan's family immediately pulled Liu Guanshi and retreated.

  The two of them put the twenty books in a book basket and took it down, leaving only the master and servant in the house. Bai Feng then handed the soup bowl to Lin Qingwan and retreated to one side with a bow.

  Lin Qingwan stirred the soup with a spoon and asked, "Is there any at Mrs. Xie's place?"

  Bai Feng couldn't help but laugh, "There you go, Mrs. Xie was worried that you wouldn't drink it and even drank a bowl herself first."

  Lin Qingwan shook her head and smiled wryly. Madame Xie seemed to have become infatuated with having her body conditioned, and had been constantly asking Doctor Xu for advice on conditioning techniques during this period of time.

  At first, Lin Qingwan could still drink the soup she had made, but three times a day, some medicinal herbs were added to the soup, and the taste was always somewhat indescribable.

  So she drank for a while and then resolutely refused to drink anymore, Mrs. Xie had no choice but to accompany her in drinking herself, Lin Qingwen only reluctantly accompanied her.

  But for more than half a month, Lin Qingwan's pulse condition has not changed. On the other hand, Mrs. Xie's face has become much rosier with her daily mountain climbing and tonic soup, plus having Lin Qingwan to take care of, she has gradually opened up her heart and the sorrowful look on her eyebrows has lessened a lot.

  Yang's wife was overjoyed, every day she stared intently at the cook stewing soup, sometimes Madame Xie forgot and had to remind her, so Lin Qingwen lived in a state of constant anxiety.

  Lin Yuhuan expressed deep sympathy for her, but every time Lin Qingwen looked at her wanting to ask for help in sharing the burden, she slipped away.

  Lin Qingwan and others changed the soup to warm, only then did she slowly pick it up and drink it all, this is to supplement her qi and blood. Lin Qingwan felt lucky that the things she ate seemed to not be absorbed by her body, otherwise she would have definitely become a big fatso. Sister Wan in the underworld would have cried to death.

  "Where's the big sister?"

  Bai Feng took the bowl of soup and nodded towards Chun Xiao Yuan, saying: "At Xie Furen's place learning to play the zither, Guniang, Dajie is really formidable, almost learned it in one go."

  "The Lin family has always been exceptionally gifted in their studies." Whether boys or girls, they are all academic geniuses.

  Madam Xie's piano skills are renowned throughout the land. When she was young, she was even summoned by the Empress Dowager to be praised, and I don't know how many people wanted to become her apprentice.

  Xie's wife was good at teaching others, but she was also very picky. To this day, the only ones who could meet her standards were Wan and Lin Yuhong.

  Lin Yuhu also knew how to play the zither, but only had a superficial understanding of it. In the past, her younger aunt would guide her, but after her uncle passed away, her younger aunt stopped playing and Lin Yuhu didn't dare mention it again for fear of causing her aunt more pain, so when she returned home, she could only study on her own.

  But now with Mrs. Xie's guidance, Lin Yubin's piano skills have made rapid progress, and she was the first to finish in the last lesson.

  With such achievements, Lin Yubin became more and more fond of the qin, almost abandoning his newly learned archery skills to focus on learning the qin.

  It's just that the young aunt wouldn't allow it, requiring her to take out at least three quarters of an hour every day to practice archery, and promising her, "When your archery skills are good, I'll get the master craftsman at home to make you two sleeve arrows."

  Lin Yuheng scowled, "Little sister, it's obviously what you want, why drag me in as an excuse? I don't want the sleeve arrow."

  Lin Qingwan didn't admit it was what she wanted, and tapped her forehead to argue strongly: "Danger is everywhere, do you think this is a peaceful and prosperous world? Music, chess, calligraphy, and painting are all things that cultivate one's moral character, but when you really fall into danger, you'll find these things are useless. It's better to be able to run fast, having martial arts skills on your body and weapons by your side will increase your chances of survival many times over compared to ordinary people."

  Lin Yuhong said carelessly: "Jiangnan has been peaceful for a long time, and it's impossible to come to Jiangnan first from wherever the war is fought. Xiao Gu also worries too much."

  She still seriously practiced archery after school every day before going to find Mrs. Xie to learn piano, and she would also take out half an hour during her rest days to play the bowstring.

  She hopes that if one day she encounters danger, she can not only protect herself but also her little sister and the people around her.

  Lin Qingwan also wanted to learn, but she didn't have enough strength, couldn't even pull open the bow, and basically couldn't learn archery. This body was somewhat fixed at this level, wouldn't get sick, but also wouldn't become stronger.

  She thought that when Master Craftsman finishes making the sleeve arrow, she can practice her aim and also acquire a self-defense skill.

  Lin Qingwan arrived at Chunxiao Garden when Yu Bin was learning to play the guqin, playing the famous ancient music "Spring River Flower Moon Night", the sound was clear and transparent, the melody was gentle and smooth, she stopped in her tracks and stood by the road to watch the two people under the tree.

  Mrs. Xie was pointing at the jade shore in a low voice, and when she looked up, she saw Qingyuan, who seemed a bit dazed, and her hand paused as she was about to call out to her.

  How could she have forgotten? Qing Wan and Er Lang often played this piece together, and the tune Yu Bin is playing now is still the one Er Lang modified.

  Mrs. Xie looked at Qingwen with some worry.

  Lin Qingwan listened to this familiar yet strange melody, and couldn't help but lean against the door. Of course, she wasn't thinking of Xie Yiming, but her grandfather.

  After she was twelve years old, her temper became more and more violent. If someone in school called her a wild child or talked about her not having parents behind her back, she would recklessly jump out and fight them.

  At that time, her grandfather almost went to school every other day to pick her up. Watching her grandfather bowing and apologizing to the teacher, she knew it was wrong, but she just couldn't help herself.

  Unable to contain the anger and grief in her chest, she often acts impulsively. Her grandfather could only let her practice calligraphy to calm down, but it didn't work.

  The grandfather looked at her almost transparent brushwork and quietly signed her up for a guqin class. To make her attend this special talent class, the grandfather took her to a music store and played a piece of "Spring River Flower Moon Night" on an ancient zither for her.

  He told Lin Qingwan, "As long as you learn the guqin, then you will also learn the guzheng. Learning one instrument is equivalent to learning two, and when the time comes, you can play whatever piece you want."

  At twelve years old, Lin Qingwan loved the lively guzheng, its clear and crisp sound was pleasant to hear, just like a mountain spring that made people feel happy when they heard it.

  So she listened to her grandfather's nonsense and went to learn the guqin, which was thick and heavy with ancient elegance. Not only was it difficult to learn, but the sounds she produced when she played were also very unpleasant to listen to.

  But Lin Qingwan was always stubborn, once she set a goal, she had to complete it, so she suppressed the annoyance in her heart and tried to play little by little.

  From the beginning of playing for ten minutes and getting impatient, to finally being able to sit in front of the guqin for two hours, even if she played a wrong note, she wouldn't get frustrated and stomp her feet, but instead would patiently go back to check the score, and when she made another mistake, she could calmly turn around and start again.

  At that time, she also knew that learning guqin was not equal to mastering the guzheng. It could only be said that if she learned guzheng again, it would be much easier and she could master it in no time.

  But at that time, she was not angry. She could already feel her grandfather's kindness. She no longer went to learn piano, but also would not fight with people just because of some gossip. She had learned how to ignore those malicious words.

  "Wan Jie?" Mrs. Xie pushed her gently with a pained look in her eyes.

  Lin Qingwan came back to her senses and smiled at Mrs. Xie, "Mother."

  Yuwen also put down the guqin, ran over and hugged her arm with a smile: "Little sister, Danlan said that our grandmother misses us. Tomorrow I still have one more day off, shall we go see our grandmother? Madam is going too, our grandmother has been wanting to meet you for a long time."

  Lin Qingwan then looked at Mrs. Xie.

  Mrs. Xie saw Qingwen's attention diverted and nodded: "Alright, since we've come to Suzhou, it's only right that we pay our respects to the old lady."

  Xie's family and Shang's family also have a relationship, so when she goes to visit, it won't be as Lin Qingwan's mother-in-law, but as the mistress of Xie's family.

  Madam Xie turned her head and ordered Yang: "Have someone deliver a message to the Shang family."

  Yang Ayi glanced at Lin Qingyu and saw that the daze on her face had disappeared, so she smiled and agreed.

  Mrs. Xie took Lin Qingwan's hand and smiled: "Come and chat with me, I don't know what you've been busy with these days, after breakfast, I couldn't see you anymore."

  Mrs. Xie vaguely knew that the Lin family had encountered difficulties, and she looked at Lin Qingwan with sympathy: "Let them take care of things outside, if there's anything difficult, just tell Yang Nainai, let her help you."

  Lin Qingwan did not decline her kindness, "Wait until I can't solve it and then ask Yang to come out of the mountain. At that time, Mother, don't blame me for taking your talent."

  "You are my daughter-in-law, and also her master, everything will be left to you in the future, how can I possibly look down on you?"

  Lin Qingwan's heart skipped a beat when she heard this, and even Yang's nanny was taken aback, raising her head in surprise. However, she only glanced at Mrs. Xie for a moment before composing herself.

  Lin Qingyan hesitated and looked at Yang, saying: "If mother gives you to me, I'll naturally be delighted, but then who will attend to mother?"

  Mrs. Xie smiled and said: "I will eventually get old."

  Lin Qingwan lowered her eyes, she didn't think she could live longer than Mrs. Xie, after all, when Yu Ting grew up and got married and had children, her task would be completed.

  It's either seven or eight years at most, or ten years at least. She will have to leave eventually, and when that time comes, it will also be the time for this body to die.

  Mrs. Xie is still in her prime, if she can let go of her worries, she will definitely live a long life.

  Lin Qing smiled faintly and didn't speak. Mrs. Xie felt a little nervous, forced a smile and asked, "Sister Wan, have you encountered some difficulties?"

  "It's not a big deal, just some problems with the bookstore, I've already thought of a solution."

  "Madam Xie slightly furrowed her brow. 'What's wrong with the bookstore? The Lin family's bookstore is an old brand, it was already established during the Jin dynasty, what could be the problem?'"

  "It's no big deal," Lin Qingyan said with a faint smile: "It's just that someone is not convinced, thinking that we two young girls are weak and feeble, so they want to replace us."

  Mrs. Xie's face turned cold, "Whoever did this is either a hypocrite or a real scoundrel!"

  Lin Qingwan didn't hide it either, "Zhao's family in Jiangdu."

  Lin Yuhbin's eyes turned red with anger, "How is it their family again?"

  "What's this? The Zhao family has done something else?" Madam Xie turned her head to look at her.

  Lin Yuhbin nodded reluctantly, his eyes reddening as he said, "Since Father's death, they've been plotting against us step by step. If not for Xiaojie's quick thinking, we would have suffered who knows how many losses."

  Mrs. Xie looked at Lin Qingwan with a scolding gaze, "Why didn't you tell me about these things?"

  "It's not that difficult," Lin Qingyan smiled and said: "If I really encounter something I can't solve, I will ask my mother for help."

  Mrs. Xie believed her because she spoke sincerely and felt relieved in her heart.