little wife

Chapter 15

The carriage drove forward, and the curiosity in Ning Luo's heart came out along with the swaying carriage.

"What's wrong with Qian Momo?" She pretended to be casual and asked.

Lu Song half-kneeled before the collapse and peeled the peanut kernels for her. She carefully packed the purple-red peanuts into a box so as not to fly up. The white and tender peanut kernels were neatly arranged. This is Ning Luo's favorite snack. The fried food in the kitchen is extra crunchy, sweet and tender, but you can't eat too much.

"The slave girl heard that Nanny Qian had done something wrong, and was sent back to her hometown in the countryside by the old lady."

Ning Luo was overjoyed: "Madam Qian can also do wrong things?"

Zijing was a little excited at the side, hesitant to speak, she usually dealt with the other rooms a lot, she was just a small bag of inquiries, and a lot of gossip from inside and outside could get her foot in the door.

Ning Luo glanced at her: "Tell me, it's very uncomfortable to hold back."

Zijing said embarrassingly: "I don't know too much about this servant, but when I went to Da Furen's room yesterday, I heard Qian Momo knelt there pleading, saying that she really just collected some fixed money, and she is willing to double the money back, as long as I beg the old lady not to send her away, let the old lady say a few good words to the old lady because of the relationship between master and servant for so many years."

Ning Luo was clear-eyed, it was indeed Nanny Qian who was responsible for the matter of Taoist Qiushui, Mrs. Ning was really hot, and she took off Nanny Qian's skin in less than two days.This time it was really refreshing. Along the way, the corners of Ning Luo's mouth remained curved.

Qionghua Academy is located on the banks of the beautiful Bihu Lake. It was built by Lin Qingju, a great scholar in the time of Emperor Gaozu. He felt that Gao Zu was diligent in government and caring for the people, and promised to do his best to cultivate talents for Gao Zu, so he founded Qionghua Academy.

Since Gaozu, Qionghua Academy has become more and more famous. By the time of Emperor Taizong, it was already hard to find. Many outstanding aristocrats from aristocratic families refused to go to the Imperial College, so they specially prepared a lot of gifts to reserve a place to study.

The Women's Hall was built by Empress Xiaode during Taizong's time in accordance with Qionghua Academy. It is necessary to learn seven skills such as piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and camellia. There are countless other books of saints. Several of the most outstanding ones will be officially summoned by the current queen to be rewarded.Up to now, the five words "Qinghua Women's Hall" seem to be glittering and luxurious clothes. When a famous lady in Beijing mentions that she is from the Women's Hall, it seems to be raised to a higher level.

Blue bricks and green tiles, white walls and rich doors, if it weren't for the vermilion gate of Qionghua Academy, no one would believe that this simple courtyard is the most famous academy in Dachen.

It was getting late, and there were only a few carriages left at the gate. Ning Luo walked quickly towards the gate, and after a few steps, she turned back and told Lvsong and the others: "Go back and see if Miss Seven has come. Said that I was waiting for her in the academy."

Lusong and Zijing agreed, Qionghua Academy's rules are very strict, slaves and book boys are not allowed to serve inside, they have to wait until after school to pick them up.

Although she had only left the academy for a month or so, it seemed like a lifetime away to Ning Luo at this time. The familiar and unfamiliar plants, trees, pavilions and ponds made her feel fresh and warm. She used to study here Four years later, at the age of 16, she was summoned by the imperial concubine with her classmate, and married Yang Yan in the same year and became Princess Rui.

After all, she and Jing Yun are still classmates, and Jing Yun is also the proud student of Lin Changqi, the dean of Qionghua Academy, but Jing Yun was already on a study tour when she entered school, and just came back this year to participate in Chunwei.

The women's hall is on the west side of the academy, a courtyard with three entrances is semi-enclosed with pruning bamboo, and there is an exclusive path leading directly to the main entrance of the academy, which is very secluded.Ning Luo hurried all the way, and finally arrived at the main hall before the husband came.

Twenty or so classmates had already taken their seats, and they hadn't seen each other for a month. A few of them who had always been good friends came over to ask for their health. Ning Luo responded one by one. Before she could sit down, someone twisted her waist. Look, it's the daughter of Master Yu, Shangshu of the Ministry of War, and her handkerchief was given to Yu Huiyao.

"You are not here, someone is proud." Yu Huiyao curled her lips to the left.

Ning Luo saw that Zhao Daiyun was in the front left, and the two looked at each other. She showed a reserved smile and nodded to Ning Luo.

It's really crazy. Zhao Daiyun, who has always loved bright colors, wore a white moiré skirt today. Seen from the back, it looks elegant and quiet.

In her previous life, Ning Luo loved white clothes the most. Could it be that this Zhao Daiyun was also reborn, but changed her goal, thinking that Jing Yun liked such a woman, and wanted to capture Jing Yun's heart with this?
Ning Luo gritted her teeth with hatred, and sat down in her seat. Mr. Lu, who taught the "Six Righteousnesses" today, was extremely pedantic and forbade them to whisper to each other. Let Mr. Blame.

Mr. Lu came in, but he was not alone. He was followed by a stern young man with sharp and handsome features. It was Jing Yun Jing Yuanxi.

All of you here are noble ladies from aristocratic families in the capital. Having seen many handsome men and beautiful women, and having practiced etiquette in the women's hall for so long, they have already cultivated a calm and introverted character. He took a deep breath, and those who knew Jing Yun became even more excited, and whispered his background to the people around him.

Mr. Lu was a little dissatisfied, so he raised his hand and knocked on the table: "Quiet, I was going to tell you about the folk customs of Dachen today. It happened that your brother Jing came to pay a visit to the teacher. He just returned from traveling around, please It must be more vivid for him to come and talk to you.”

"Six Righteousnesses" include Fu Bi Xingfeng Yasong, what I want to talk about today is a "wind". Jing Yun is sitting at the front of the stage. He is not good at boasting, but his thinking is meticulous and his words are orderly. Let's start talking about women's clothes, and gradually talk about customs and customs. The fourteen or fifteen-year-old girls below, who were excited and admired at the beginning, finally began to listen carefully to his words.

Southern Xinjiang is mixed with fish and dragons, and there are dozens of different Yi tribes, large and small. The folk customs are tough, and it has always been the most difficult place to govern in Dachen. Jing Yun's experience of the local area is much more interesting than Mr. Lu's paper talk , the little girls listened with gusto, and even Ning Luo was fascinated.

After less than half an hour, Mr. Lu saw that it was almost done, so he signaled Jing Yun to pause, and asked seriously: "You brother Jing has a splendid talent, it is rare to be invited here, take this opportunity to ask for advice, just ask."

Before Mr. Lu finished speaking, several lively and questioning people spoke up:

"Senior Brother Jing, do people from the race you mentioned really eat with their hands?"

"Yes."

"People over there have to have piercings on their noses, isn't it painful?"

"No pain."

Jing Yun answered concisely. There was a moment of silence in the room. The woman who asked the question was the daughter of King An, and she touched her nose involuntarily.

A chuckle came from the window sill, and everyone looked there, only to see Zhao Daiyun slowly rising from her seat, the gauze covering the white dress fluttering in the wind, her voice was as clear and moving as a yellow eagle: "Mr. Jing, I just heard you say that there are many ethnic groups in southern Xinjiang, and they are fierce and powerful. I'm afraid that the officials who govern southern Xinjiang will face many difficulties. I don't know if the government has a good way to deal with it, so as to benefit the people of southern Xinjiang? "

A look of astonishment flashed across Jing Yun's eyes, and he looked at Zhao Daiyun with a little more appreciation, he nodded and said: "Miss Zhao asked a good question, this is the key to why I am going to travel in southern Xinjiang .”

Zhao Daiyun pursed her lips, forced herself to suppress the pride in her chest, and bowed humbly: "Mr. Jing is ridiculously praised."

Mr. Lu was also very satisfied, but he still had a favorite student who hadn't spoken yet, so he couldn't help looking at Ning Luo who was sitting in the middle: "Luo'er, how about you?"

Ning Luo lowered her eyes, but her mind was full of waves.

Now, even if she doesn't want to believe it anymore, she has to wake up. Zhao Daiyun is also born again, and her target has changed from Yang Yan to Jing Yun for some reason.

In the previous life, she and Zhao Daiyun had been entangled for so many years. From best friends to enemies, they knew each other very well.Zhao Daiyun's heart is higher than the sky, and she is determined to help Yang Yan ascend to the supreme position, while she regards the posthumous position of her mother as her own; her methods are vicious, and she will do everything to achieve her goal. How can a person like her care about the well-being of the people in southern Xinjiang for no reason?Unless she fell in love with Jing Yun, knowing that this question would impress Jing Yun.

She gathered herself together, raised her head and smiled slightly: "Brother Jing just said very well, I have nothing to ask, but I thought in my heart, if there is a day, I can walk all over Dachen's mountains like Brother Jing Mountains and rivers will be fine.”

A few students next to him showed disapproving expressions, yes, even if Dachen Folklore is opened up again, there is no precedent for noble women from aristocratic families to show their faces and travel around the world, unless they first go to a Taoist temple to become a female Taoist priest.

Jing Yun took a deep look at her, and only took a moment to look away.

Zhao Daiyun and Jing Yun's questions and answers came from my ears, like "buzzing" flies that were annoying.Ning Luo felt a little sad, listlessly tearing up the notebook on the table, not even knowing when Mr. Lu and Jing Yun left together.

The next thing is the rhythm class. Sure enough, the academy invited Han Yunji to teach the piano. Ning Luo's piano skills are only above average. Distractions are temporarily abandoned.

There was a soft confession sound at the door, and Ning Luo smiled when she saw it. Finally, Ning Xuan couldn't resist Han Yunji's temptation and ran to the academy.

Han Yunji is a very gentle woman, she speaks softly, but when she touches the piano, her whole body changes, her eyes seem to overflow with brilliance.She seemed to like Zhao Daiyun very much, and she gave her pointers very carefully, while Ning Xuan sat quietly in the corner, just watching Han Yunji's every move intently.

Seeing that half an hour had passed, and Han Yunji hadn't noticed Ning Xuan, Ning Luo became a little anxious, and deliberately called out: "Mr. Han, I don't quite understand the rhythm of this sentence, could you please come and give me some pointers? "

Han Yunji knew her in the palace before, and walked over with a smile: "Miss Ninth is already this old, and she is even more beautiful when she grows up."

"Thank you Mr. Han for your compliment," Ning Luo smiled sweetly, "This is my seventh sister, she admires Mr. very much."

Ning Xuan's palms were a little sweaty, and she plucked up her courage and said, "Mr. Han, I have always had a problem when I was learning the piano. I don't know how to practice. Please advise me, sir."

Han Yunji nodded and asked her to try out a song first, and Ning Luo breathed a sigh of relief.Looking out of the window, Jing Yun's figure flashed past, she thought for a moment, then tiptoedly lifted the hem of her skirt and walked out.

Zhao Daiyun could see it clearly, and a coldness flashed in her eyes. She pushed the guqin away, stood up and straightened her dress, and walked to Ning Xuan's side seemingly unintentionally.

(End of this chapter)