In the season of the Waking of Insects, spring thunder frightens hundreds of insects, and a spring rain makes all things sprout.
In the early morning, the light rain continued.
Zhao Rong walked in the quiet winding corridor of the Duke's Palace carrying an oil-paper umbrella.
The rain hits the banana trees, and the swallows carry red mud in their mouths.
He looked sideways slightly, his thoughts wandering.
Concubine Zhao Ling left.
After the old lady’s birthday party yesterday.
Besides Qian'er, there were two followers who left with her.
A tall old man and a man holding a sword.
He knows them all.
The former was originally the housekeeper of the fourth house, and everyone in the house called him Uncle Kun. Later, he followed Concubine Zhao Ling and was responsible for handling chores.
The man holding the sword in the back has an interesting name, his surname is Li Bai, Li Bai.
Zhao Rong used to like to call him Xiaobai. Like his mother, he was a worshiper of the fourth room. I heard that he came to the Jingnan Duke's Palace with Zhao Lingfei's mother.
Yesterday, as soon as he arrived at the main hall of the house, he was called by the old lady to come to him. Concubine Zhao Ling was also there at that time, but she was leaning sideways and listening to Qian'er's words without looking at him.
The old lady asked him if he was willing to take over some of the Duke's properties in Qianjing. After a pause, he smiled and said that if he was too busy, he could also be a free teacher at the Zhao family school.
He apologetically refused on the grounds of filial piety, saying that he wanted to go back to his hometown for a visit. He and his mother had been away for many years, and he didn't know whether his father was well.
Anyway, both parties already know it, so it's better to just confess.
Two interesting things happened at the birthday banquet afterwards.
In the middle of the birthday banquet, a group of seven people came, all of them handsome men and beautiful women with outstanding charm.
The clothes of the seven people are the same, except that the six people at the back are all in white, but the one at the head is in purple.
The man in purple clothes looks particularly dazzling, with a handsome face and an outstanding look. He wears a square scarf on his head, holds a folding fan, and wears jade and a sachet on his waist.
With a smile on his face, the man explained his purpose to the old lady and said that he was here to wish the old lady a birthday on behalf of the Purple Air Pavilion. At the same time, he also congratulated Junior Sister Lingfei on her birthday and sent two heavy gifts personally prepared by the Pavilion Master. present.
He was sitting and eating cakes at the time, and was a little stunned when he heard this. Isn't Ziqi Pavilion the most powerful mountain fairy family in several surrounding countries? The Jingnan Duke's Palace has such a big reputation?
Also, is Concubine Zhao Ling’s birthday today? He couldn’t help but look at Qian’er who had been bringing him snacks and food.
Did you three get together for one day?
The little girl coughed guiltily, and suddenly, as if to change the subject, she proudly told him that the young lady and she were now the students of the Fourth House of Taiqing, especially the young lady, who entered Xiaoyao Mansion at the age of sixteen, Zi The Master of the Qi Pavilion has been longing for the young lady to return to the Purple Qi Pavilion with her after graduating from the Four Palaces of Taiqing.
After the man in purple finished greeting the old lady, he looked around.
The man's eyes swept over him and the many guests without stopping. He only stopped at Zhao Lingfei and Qian'er. His smile gradually brightened and he gently called Junior Sister Lingfei and Junior Sister Qian'er.
Zhao Lingfei replied calmly to Senior Brother Ye, but Qian'er turned her head and ignored him, and even curled her lips and muttered something about toad.
The man in purple still had a warm smile, but his handsome face showed a certain amount of helplessness and a certain amount of doting.
At that time, while eating pastries, he watched the performance of Senior Brother Ye with great interest, and felt that today was really an eye-opener.
After that, another imperial edict suddenly came from outside the house.
A group of people came in, led by a eunuch in a python robe.
He read out the imperial edict of the Emperor of Chu in a sharp voice and gave the Zhao family a large number of birthday gifts.
Anyway, Zhao Rong didn't understand any of the long list of gift names at the time, and the eunuch's tone was too strange.
All the guests in the hall were busy kneeling down to receive the order. But not all of them.
Zhao Lingfei, dressed in Tsing Yi, stood on the spot and did not move. She just bent down to support the old lady who was trembling slightly and wanted to thank her.
The pedestrians in Ziqi Pavilion were even more silent, and their expressions were either indifferent or joking.
As for him, he had no concept of order and order. How could he kneel down? And with so many people not kneeling, he was not the only one. Therefore, the old god was still sitting there, with Qian'er standing beside him.
Senior Brother Ye said something leisurely, it seems that Junior Brother Xiang still misses Junior Sister Lingfei after becoming the Emperor of Chu.
Suddenly, Senior Brother Ye turned to look at him with a gentle smile.
He calmly put down the cake, pulled out a handkerchief from his arms, wiped his mouth, then raised the corners of his mouth and raised his head to look at each other.
You like to pretend, right?
What was unexpected was that Qian'er suddenly took the white handkerchief away from his hand and hurriedly put it away. She looked at him with a slightly red face and a strange look in her eyes.
At the same time, he felt a cannibalistic gaze and looked around, only to see Zhao Lingfei, who had been cold and aloof before, not looking directly at him, now staring at him with a blush on her face...
Thinking of what happened yesterday, Zhao Rong still feels a little embarrassed.
He stretched out a hand to catch some raindrops flowing from the eaves. The rain was slightly cool, waking up the sleepiness of the early morning.
Qian'er later told him as loud as a mosquito that it was Bai Xipa.
He was stunned for a moment and suddenly realized something.
Who knew handkerchiefs could have that kind of use? I'm still too naive...
When he saw it on the wedding bed on the second day after the wedding, he thought it was for wiping sweat.
By the way, who would embroider two fat ducks on a white handkerchief? Well, it should be ducks, right?
However, he was very happy when he thought that Senior Brother Ye hadn't figured out what was going on between him and Zhao Lingfei before he left, and his smile started to become a little stiff.
Senior Brother Ye, can't you pretend anymore?
Zhao Rong walked out of the Jingnan Duke's Mansion. The rain was sparse and gradually stopped.
He put away his paper umbrella, left Chang'an Street and walked towards Confucius Temple.
Within a few days of arriving, I already mentioned two love rivals, a purple-clothed disciple of Ziqi Pavilion and the current Emperor of Chu.
Hehe, it is really dangerous to be Zhao Lingfei’s husband.
Zhao Rong laughed at himself.
Today he planned to visit the teachers at the Imperial College, especially Mr. Fang, his mentor.
Mr. Fang's name is Fang Shiru, and he is not from Dachu. I heard from Mr. Fang that his hometown was a large dynasty that only respected Confucianism. He failed the imperial examination three times and later traveled far and wide to come to Dachu.
Mr. Fang once taught in Zhao's family school, and he was also Zhao Rong's first teacher when he was a child.
Later, the late Emperor of the Chu Dynasty designated Confucianism as the national science under the encouragement of the current imperial master. The imperial master was a great Confucian and was said to have come from one of the seventy-two Confucian academies. He founded the Imperial College to recruit Confucian scholars and cultivate Confucian disciples.
So Mr. Fang went to the Imperial Academy and served as a doctor of imperial studies.
Later, when Zhao Rong reached the age of fourteen, he entered the Imperial Academy to study at the recommendation of Mr. Fang.
After the rain stopped, Confucius Temple became lively.
The streets began to fill with people.
Traffickers and footmen hurriedly passed by, merchants and traders peddled along the street, and the lives of ordinary people were all kinds of things.
Zhao Rong looked at the bustling street scene with curiosity. This should be his first time going out after coming to this world.
Following the route in his memory, he soon saw the Jixian Gate, the gate of the Imperial College.
The Imperial College building faces north and faces south. It is large in scale, stretches for ten miles, and has unprecedented grandeur.
Zhao Rong walked into Jixian Gate and passed by the Glazed Archway. He was stopped by an acquaintance on the way and asked about his marriage, which was followed by a burst of ridicule.
This matter is probably spread throughout the whole family.
Zhao Rong was calm and didn't take it seriously.
He bowed his hands and said goodbye, and continued walking in the direction of Taixue.