Nineteen sharp blades

  "Pay respects to Grandma!" Several girls paid their respects to the old lady together, and also exchanged greetings with cousin Li Qianxue before they all sat down to drink tea.

  The old lady immediately followed up with the matter of Li Qianshu staying in the mansion to teach and educate, and the girls all smiled and made polite remarks, but only the third girl's smile was somewhat forced. Fortunately, she didn't say anything that would pierce one's heart, which was a bit strange.

  Today's greeting was unusually uneventful, and when Yang Lan came out, she still couldn't believe it, her puzzled eyes scanned San Guniang several times, and she was even glared at fiercely by her, but she was abnormally silent, which didn't seem like her personality.

  Second sister smiled and pulled Yang Lan's arm, saying: "Sixth sister, this afternoon I'll go to your courtyard to play for a while, okay? You've been back these days and I haven't visited you yet! Yesterday the silk you gave me is just the color I like, by the way, I haven't thanked you yet! I got some white tea, it's just right to go to your place and have a cup!" As she spoke, she winked at her imperceptibly.

  Yang Lan wanted to smile but felt embarrassed, so she pressed her lips and nodded repeatedly with a hint of a smile in the corner of her eyes, "Great! I was just worried that no one would play with me!"

  Several people went to the pavilion together for class, and Lin Fuzi had already formally started teaching a few girls. According to the girls' standards, Lin Fuzi's lectures were slow but very detailed, especially when it came to historical records. This was essential learning material for the daughters of aristocratic families. It wasn't necessary to be extremely proficient, but they had to understand something. Once the imperial court had any wind direction, it would be good to cooperate with their future husbands and know which official wives should socialize with and which ones should keep a distance from to avoid trouble. This was a required course.

  In this aspect, the Yang family girls are still quite good, not stupid and all learning very diligently, including the third daughter who usually likes to show off and be strong-willed, also unusually serious and diligent, asking when they don't understand, learning very carefully.

  However, the homework after class was mostly practicing calligraphy and tracing characters. Yang Lan had been learning with them since she was a child and was already faster than them. She had started practicing large characters and was currently studying Wei Furen's Cihua Xiaokai and Yan Ti. She already had some elegant and refined style, which was thanks to the memories of her past life. In her previous life, she had practiced for many years, always learning from Wei Furen's model calligraphy, and now she had a somewhat delicate and elegant style.

  It's not good enough to write big characters, and it's a bit soft because there is no strength in the wrist, so every day I will hang heavy objects to practice writing big characters for a while. Mr. Lin also teaches poetry, but unfortunately Yang Lan doesn't have the talent for writing poetry, she's just good at painting, and playing the piano isn't very good either. According to Mr. Lin, her poetry lacks spirit and talent, it's too rigid.

  Playing chess is not bad, with a bit of cleverness and a decisive killing style, but still needs more practice to mature!

  However, Yang Lan didn't care about studying and would often divide her attention in class, only putting in a half-hearted effort. She was more interested in managing the household and doing calculations, willing to put in extra work because she thought it was more practical. At worst, she could always learn embroidery instead - at least that's a useful skill! What's the point of all those poems and songs? They're just for show. Besides, with her high status, others would fawn over her, and there were only a handful of people worthy of her attention.

  Perhaps seeing Yang Lanchen and Zhang Xiwang not being very serious, San Guniang couldn't help but pout her mouth to scold: "Sixth sister, don't be distracted, be more serious!" With a stern face, she was quite unhappy.

  The second daughter chuckled and shook her head with a smile, but didn't say anything.

  The second sister's dismissive attitude enraged the third sister, who glared and asked, "Doesn't big sister have any opinions?"

  The second daughter smiled and shook her head, "Nothing! Can't I still laugh for a moment?" Meaning, do you control the heavens and the earth, can you decide whether I cry or laugh?!

  Yang Lan stuck out her tongue in embarrassment and didn't say anything else, as she knew it wasn't right to not study seriously.

  However, Lin Fuzi heard the commotion and lightly cleared his throat. His expression was stern as he looked at them, his voice low but heavy as a drumbeat, "Don't make a racket, hurry up and copy. You're not the county princess, you still have things to learn!"

  The last sentence, however, made several girls change their faces, and in the end they lowered their heads and seriously copied the red.

  These words are a bit cruel, several girls look unhappy, lowering their heads and refusing to raise them again. Yang Lan also has some tears, and it's like this, forget it, anyway, they're used to it for two lifetimes.

  Two lifetimes of reincarnation, born into a good family with a relatively high status. From a young age, it was like this, those who weren't on the same level couldn't enter her circle, and it was impossible to play together. Most were just trying to curry favor, truly intimate friends were extremely rare.

  There's no way, that's just how things are in the world. She had long since come to accept it. From a young age, she had been in contact with top-level figures, including the big boss and her grandfather who would often exchange blows. Having seen such things many times before, she was used to them and wouldn't be afraid.

  Every time someone left, her grandfather would open it up and give it to her, teaching her the insides. While other children were still playing with dolls at six or seven years old, she was already learning how to discern right from wrong in politics, how to make a few sharp remarks, what kind of benefits and intentions were involved - this is the difference in upbringing between different circles.

  So in this life, she will still hear the sharp and piercing words of the county lord's wife, and she won't feel tired of it at all. Her life has always been like this! In the past, it was also like this, there is not much difference.

  Yang Lan can do things that others may not be able to do, but there are many things she cannot do that many people dare not do either. So, true friends are scarce. Once you see through and understand it, that's just the way it is!

  The third girl had an unhappy look on her face and muttered a sentence, "What's so great about it!"

  Yang Lan was somewhat displeased, and having been taken advantage of once or twice, she raised her head and loudly said, "It's nothing to be proud of, reincarnation is also a subject of study! Who let me have a good mother? What do you think, Third Sister?"

  The three girls couldn't believe it and raised their heads, full of resentment in their eyes, but saw Yang Lan's calm and peaceful face, with dark and deep eye sockets. For a moment, they felt a chill down their spines and didn't dare say anything else, only letting out a cold snort before turning their heads away.

  The fifth daughter, Zhang, opened her mouth again to say something, but was swept by Yang Lan's sharp gaze like a knife. She immediately closed her mouth and didn't dare speak again, being pulled down by the fourth daughter, she lowered her head and continued writing.

  Yang Lan let out a satisfied sigh, finally feeling relieved that her ears were clear again. She covered her head with the book and fell asleep, while Lin Fuzi glanced over but said nothing, pretending he hadn't seen anything.

  Bai Yun woke Yang Lan up very responsibly, she rubbed her eyes and yawned, dazedly saying to Er Niang: "Second sister come to my place for a visit! I'll treat you to tea and snacks!"

  "Great! I heard that the pastry chef in your mansion was invited back from the palace, right? Then I must taste it carefully."

  Here is the translation:

  "By the way, this is Huahua's four-book collection, click to collect it, few people say!"