Concubine Hanhan's Concubine Gongdou

Chapter 495
But without a few instructions, Huang Zude came...

When Huang Zude left the Imperial Medical Office and walked in the direction of Canglan Hospital, a person disappeared and hurried away. Not long after, a certain palace received the news that Canglan Hospital had invited an imperial doctor.

A woman was sitting in front of the table, wearing a plain plain pipa-sleeved uniform, only the collar was embroidered with patterns of the same color, making her extra soft and peaceful.

The woman's eyebrows and eyes are peaceful, and she is holding a brush and copying Buddhist scriptures on the paper stroke by stroke. Looking from a distance, it looks like a quiet and elegant painting.

After copying a Buddhist scripture, the woman put down the pen, took the handkerchief from the hand of the maid beside her and wiped her hands, the corners of her mouth were slowly raised, Danfeng's eyes lost their softness and calmness for a moment, and became brighter.

She kissed her vermilion lips: "There is no need to visit anymore, just listen to my lord father, and I will just wait for the good news."

"Yes."

"Cousin, there is still no news?"

"No." The maid's voice was still calm.

"Alright, let's go down."

The eyeliner in the palace has been cleared a lot, which is considered normal, not to mention that in troubled times, it is better to be quiet than to move.

The woman didn't think much, she waved the man back, and picked up the Buddhist scriptures she had just copied with a smile, and looked at it, but her mind drifted away to the distance.

But now she has learned not to be in a hurry, she doesn't have to do anything, just wait quietly, and what she wants will come naturally.

There is also great news. After years of recuperation, her body is ready for pregnancy, and she has the secret medicine in hand. She just needs to think of a way...

No one in her temple knew about this matter, she couldn't believe it.

The woman let out a sigh of relief, her mood was unprecedentedly relaxed, and she didn't even have a headache for a long time.

This woman is none other than Concubine Xue Gui who has been silent for a long time.

Since that day, a lot of her eyeliner in the palace has been removed, and there are even those who have surrendered before who have never betrayed.

When she returned to the palace that day, she had a severe headache and hit her hard. The anger and grief in her heart could not be vented, and she almost fell ill. Fortunately, her father comforted her.

Her father is worthy of being a father. She has been in the palace for many years and it is difficult to catch up. Because of the news of her father's arrival, she can relax and calm down.

These days Huaqing Palace is very quiet, Concubine Xue Gui did not step out of the palace gate, she acted very low key, she said to the outside world that she was in the process of self-cultivation and recuperation, avoiding visitors.

She smiled softly, put down the Buddhist scriptures gracefully, and walked out of the study gracefully.

The curtain was drawn down, and a corner of the Buddhist scriptures was blown by the blowing wind. The small script on the paper was elegant and elegant. Looking carefully at the end of each word, there was a hidden sharpness.

In the harem, the undercurrent is surging silently, and the conspiracy is advancing in an orderly manner...

Outside the Imperial College, Shanxue Square.

Lian Musu still sat upright and closed her eyes, meditating quietly. The whole morning passed, she still looked so calm, and she didn't intend to start writing at all.

The earliest people outside the Shanxue Square couldn't bear it anymore and dispersed, and the new spectators came in waves. The re-examination of the Shanxue Square had already spread throughout the capital, and the more spectators, the more more and more.

Waves came, seeing Lian Musu's unmoving appearance, felt bored, and left in waves.

It's just that the older girls, younger daughters-in-law and older aunts are obviously much more. They all heard that the candidates for the re-examination are very handsome, and they came here to watch the excitement.

Scholars have also heard what the problem is. Every newcomer moves in the same way, walks over, squeezes in, stands and looks at it, shakes his head helplessly, squeezes out again, and reaches the periphery of the crowd. He sighed again, and left in twos and threes regretfully.

It's too difficult, it's really too difficult, Taiyuan Mansion's Xie Yuan is over, so what if he looks like a breeze and a bright moon, so what if he can discuss the Tao with Qin Jijiu, the questions raised above, I didn't even think about it, alas.

What a pity, such a good person, what a pity, alas...

On the second floor of the study, Fan Gong stood up and walked back and forth with his hands behind his back. He looked at the people outside the window, but there was still no movement. He couldn't help but said, "Why don't you write? Could it be that the old man's questions are too difficult?"

The so-called caring is chaotic, he has gradually become anxious from the complacency at the beginning.

The rest of the people glanced at each other, but they didn't make a sound. Only Mr. Fan could say this, and it was hard for them to say it. They could see through it or not, even if they thought so in their hearts, they had to hold back.

Qin Jijiu had already found an excuse to slip away and was not here.

Among the crowd, only Feng Liannian reacted, he gave a frank smile, could it be that this old thing doesn't know?
The question is not difficult. Anyone who gets this word can write a long article. The difficulty is that there are so many holy words written by sages and sages for comparison. In front of sages and sages, who can write without being overshadowed?
This old thing clearly wants to embarrass people!

Fan Gong glanced at him, he was too lazy to argue with him, he sat down again in a state of anxiety, picked up the teacup to drink, only to realize that he was already full of tea.

When changing the question, he only wanted to see how the crippled candidate could realize the "public" in his heart, and to see if the person was worthy of his special opinion. He didn't intend to embarrass him.

At his age, he should be old and foolish, but Long Live God would not stop him.

Thinking of this, Fan Gong was restless: "I don't ask for anything else, if he can write one, two, three, no matter what, this student will recognize it."

Don't torture him anymore, move it anyway, he is old and can't bear it.

Feng Liannian laughed mockingly: "The one who proposed the question is Fan Gong, and the one who is anxious is Fan Gong. You are already at this age, and you are not yet a young man with the determination. You should not recruit any students, so as not to mislead your children."

Fan Gong was so anxious that he didn't bother to pay attention to the words, he couldn't sit still: "No, I'd better go down and have a look."

Immediately got up and walked.

Feng Liannian poured a cup of tea, and said leisurely: "Didn't Mr. Fan think that if he went down to have a look, he would be able to make up for it?"

Fan Gong stopped walking, blew on his beard, endured it again, and snorted coldly, regardless of him, he still has to go downstairs.

Feng Liannian picked up the teacup and sighed long before drinking it: "This cripple examinee is really unlucky, he is forced to take the exam again, and it is not easy for him to be able to settle down after being surrounded by so many people when he encounters such an exam question. Now I just calm down to sort out my thoughts, and want to condense the essence of what I think in my heart to solve the problem. Even if someone can't see it and wants to interrupt it, it's really sad and lamentable, extremely pitiful."

Said and took a sip of tea.

Fan Gong couldn't put his raised foot down, so he retracted it again.

Feng Shuzi was right, he couldn't go.

After thinking for a while, Fan Gong came back, sat down in front of Feng Liannian, pretended to brush his beard, and said slowly: "Master Feng, what do you mean by that just now? Talk to the old man."

He is now a fan of the authorities, so it would be good to listen to Feng Shuzi's analysis.

Feng Liannian put down the teacup, turned his face away from looking at people, and said coldly: "Don't dare, how dare I show off in front of Fan Gong?"

Old things still exist today, hum.

(End of this chapter)