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After the court session, Pei Songyu returned to his own residence, changed out of his official uniform and hat, and put on plain clothes. He carefully arranged his clothes and put everything in order. He looked at himself in the mirror and was about to go out to the Ning'an Marquis's residence when the servant knocked on the door, "Master Pei."

The servant came in and bowed, saying, "Sir, there is a message from the Ninth Prince, asking you to go back to the academy to see him later."

Pei Songyu glanced at the sky outside. Dusk was slowly falling, and the shadows of the clouds were getting darker. He was a little surprised, "It's so late..."

"It's something urgent."

Pei Songyu raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows.

It was such a coincidence that all these things happened at the same time.

He said, "Let's go back to the academy first and see what the teacher wants."

The servant prepared a carriage for him to travel, and when they were driving along Zhuque Avenue, they passed another carriage coming in the opposite direction.

The person in the carriage lifted the curtain and looked out, then quickly lowered the curtain. The shadow covered the carriage again, and the man who sneered had a gloomy face.

"It was Lord Pei who just passed by. What are you looking at, young lady?"

The little maid at the side asked.

Chen Xiuying fiddled with the jade ruyi that she was going to give to Queen Jiahe at the palace banquet, and said nonchalantly, "I just figured out some things."

In the fifth year of the new emperor's reign, he left the capital and traveled south in disguise for several months.

She was a famous actress at that time, and many important figures in the court were by her side. I heard the news from a wider range of sources than others, and asked them some questions.

The new emperor went south in disguise to capture a favorite maid who had escaped.

The person who helped the maid escape was Pei Songyu, who was demoted and exiled after the maid was caught.

At that time, she didn't know that the little maidservant beside Rong Ting was Jiang Rao, and she treated the matter as a royal secret of a subject betraying the emperor.

Lord Pei has been as honest, upright and intelligent as ever for many years. It is amazing that one day he would be so bold as to compete with the emperor for a woman.

In this life, she paid more attention to the Jiang family. Looking at this matter again, she felt that it might not be about robbing, but about taking back.

Fourth Master Jiang and Pei Songyu were so close. If nothing had happened at the Ning'an Marquis's Mansion, wouldn't it have been Pei Songyu who almost got engaged to Jiang Rao?

She wanted to see how Rong Tinghuan, now a powerless cripple, could compete with Pei Songyu, who had achieved the rank of fifth-rank Shaoqing at a young age and was a recognized gentleman model in Jinling.

Pei Songyu's servant was giving Pei Songyu some advice, "Sir, why don't we go to the Ning'an Marquis's Mansion for a banquet first, and then go find His Highness the Ninth Prince. It's just a meal, and it won't take much time."

Pei Songyu leaned against the wall of the car, thought for a moment, and then said, "Let's go to the academy first and see what the Ninth Prince has to say."

"Your Excellency, didn't you see what the Fourth Master was thinking?" Seeing Pei Songyu taking his time about the affairs of the Ning'an Marquis's Mansion, the servant hesitated to speak, but finally said, "Your Excellency, to this day, still has no interest in Fourth Miss Jiang?"

The wind outside blew the curtains on the carriage's canopy, making a rustling sound.

Pei Songyu did not answer, but he did not refute immediately like he did at the beginning. He said that Jiang Rao was just the daughter of his benefactor. His ears turned red and he changed the subject abruptly, "Tell the driver to go faster and get to Bailu Academy as soon as possible."

…

But what Pei Songyu didn't expect was that once he entered Bailu Academy today, he couldn't leave.

"After the review of the last exam came out, the teacher asked me to sort out the essays written by the seniors during the exam. I...accidentally lost my senior's essay. That essay was supposed to be circulated in tomorrow's class. Senior, I was wrong."

His youngest junior fellow apprentice lowered his head, looking timid and afraid.

As expected, he is young and gets panicked over the slightest thing.

Pei Songyu sighed, but couldn't say anything to blame.

At first, these fellow disciples were a little bit repulsive to this youngest disciple.

The Ninth Prince originally had no presence among the dozen or so princes. There were only occasional rumors that he was cruel by nature, unruly and difficult to tame. Some even said that the assassination attack on him was God's retribution. Therefore, when he first entered the academy, most people kept their distance from him.

Later, Xie Tongyan and Liu Heguang took the lead in ostracizing him, and those who did not want to get into trouble continued to distance themselves from Rong Ting.

But later on, things turned out to be quite different.

After the hunting ground, Xie Tongyan and Liu Heguang surrendered. As for the rumor that Rong Ting was cruel, perverse and difficult to tame by nature, no one had ever seen that in his junior brother. The Nanzhang incident, on the contrary, made people see his kindness and compassion.

To this day, the senior brothers in the sect would unconsciously show some indulgence with a sense of compensation when treating this junior brother.

Even Yu Yinxue, who disliked Rong Ting at first, had a good relationship with Rong Ting since some day. Especially during the days when Fourth Master Jiang's adopted son was in power, he was often seen looking for Rong Ting.

Now in the academy, there are many people who can be liked by Mr. Yan and

He is probably the only one who does not arouse the jealousy and disgust of his fellow brothers.

"Brother, what should we do about the lost article?" Rong Ting's words pulled him back from his thoughts. He looked anxious and frowned, "I know this is my fault. I will go to the teacher to ask for punishment. I will accept whatever punishment the teacher gives me. But... I want to ask you for a favor."

"But it's okay."

"I don't want to delay the circulation in class tomorrow. Can you please remember the general content of the article? If you can rewrite it, it won't delay Mr. Yan's class."

"But I have to attend the banquet..."

"It's not even 3 p.m." The young man raised his eyes and said pleadingly, "Brother, I'll just keep you for a little while."

Pei Songyu calculated the time in his mind and found that there was indeed time. He then glanced at Rong Ting sitting in the wheelchair. The smell of medicine and illness on his body reminded others all the time that he was a frail patient. In addition, he had a good-looking face. It was said that he was a good martial artist before his leg was disabled. What a pity... It was really difficult to say no, so Pei Songyu nodded.

Rong Ting's eyes instantly curved like the moon, he smiled and said, "Thank you, Senior Brother."

It took a quarter of an hour from the time I entered the school, spread out the paper, arranged the ink, and ground it before I finally started to write.

Pei Songyu only remembered his article roughly, but he began to forget some details. He did not speak fluently at the beginning, and his servant was always reminding him of the time behind him, which distracted him.

Rong Ting held the red brush in his hand and wrote as he said, "Brother, let your servant go out and wait for you first. Without anyone talking and distracting you, maybe we can get through it faster."

Pei Songyu agreed with his words and dismissed the servant. This time, the process was much smoother, but he forgot the time. Until there was a knock on the door, his servant said, "Sir, we should go to the Ning'an Marquis's Mansion. If we don't go now, it will be too late."

He looked at Rong Ting. He was writing in a hurry, the kind of hurry that one feels when he has done something wrong and wants to make up for it. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. The knock on the door outside urged him on, and the more he was in a hurry, the more mistakes he made. He made a few mistakes, which made people feel anxious for him.

Pei Songyu sighed inwardly and thought about it again. It turned out that he was young and impatient.

He said, "Don't worry, I'll leave after I finish speaking."

The young man tilted his head to look at him, smiling brightly, "Thank you, Senior Brother."

Another quarter of an hour passed.

Seeing Rong Ting finish writing the last word, Pei Songyu stood up and walked out, but was stopped by Rong Ting again, "Senior Brother."

outside

It was beginning to get dark.

Pei Songyu was also a little anxious and frowned, "What's the matter?"

"Brother, there are a few places in my article that I feel are not appropriate."

Pei Songyu's attention was drawn to that place. "Where?"

Rong Ting pointed to a spot on the paper and asked, "Would it be better if I changed a word here?"

Then he pointed to the end of the article and said, "Instead of this..."

But he suddenly stopped.

Pei Songyu was born in a poor family, and his fame was earned through writing. He was particularly concerned about his writing. After pondering Rong Ting's advice, he felt that his words did make sense. He forgot about other things for a moment and became more curious about the latter part. He asked, "Where is the change?"

Seeing that he was in no hurry to leave, Rong Ting's slightly tense fingers relaxed, and a smile slowly appeared in his eyes.

He can be stopped here, so there is no need to arrange people to block him on the road.

Outside the house.

Pei Songyu's servant stamped his feet in anxiety.

Huai Qing was already a well-informed Huai Qing. He leaned against the door, not in a hurry at all. He looked at the anxious servant beside him and suggested sincerely, "If you really want to help your master, you might as well go to the Ning'an Marquis's Mansion as soon as possible and say that your master can't leave because of something. Apologize as soon as possible to avoid keeping him waiting."

He learned from the servant that Pei Songyu would go to the Jiang residence for a banquet in a while, and he understood why the Ninth Prince sent Wu Que to invite Pei Songyu to the academy on the pretext of important matters.

Change important things

It was indeed a big deal to ruin Pei Songyu's plan to attend the banquet at the Ning'an Marquis's residence.

Lord Pei definitely can't leave.

By the time Pei Songyu realized the time again, it was indeed too late. He had to instruct the servant to go to the Ning'an Marquis's Mansion to apologize and visit again another day.

Rong Ting blamed himself: "It's my fault that I lost my senior brother's article, which delayed his work."

Pei Songyu felt a little uncomfortable, but Rong Ting's points were rare and valuable, and he was grateful to him. The two emotions offset each other for a moment, and his expression was calm. "It's okay, the Fourth Master is generous and will understand."

Rong Ting never remembered Fourth Master Jiang being so generous to him. He lowered his eyes sadly and said, "Brother, remember to go and apologize to Fourth Master."

He looked like he cared deeply about Pei Songyu, with a sincere expression on his pretty face, "I have delayed Senior Brother's business, and I should help him solve his problems. I heard that the Fourth Master likes to taste tea, and I happen to have a can of the best Da Hong Pao. Senior Brother, why don't you take this tea and give it to the Fourth Master."

Pei Songyu took the tea box that Rong Ting handed to him. He was touched but a little puzzled. After all, he had never heard that Fourth Master Jiang liked to drink tea.

…

Pei Songyu did not come to the banquet, and Fourth Master Jiang frowned.

Jiang Qin asked him anxiously, "Can these two children really be successful?"

Fourth Master Jiang has done some investigation recently and is becoming more and more satisfied with Pei Songyu.

He had been observing carefully for so long that he was finally 80% to 90% sure and dared to say that Pei Songyu's character was the same as the rumors. The most important thing was that Pei Songyu had no concubines or mistresses and kept himself clean, so his daughter would not have to worry about him in the future.

But no matter how good Pei Songyu is, it will be useless if he doesn't care about his daughter.

Like today, I agreed to attend the banquet but failed to come, which seemed a bit careless.

Fourth Master Jiang's eyes were conflicted.

On the second day, when he received the tea that Pei Songyu sent as an apology, he was even more amused and helpless.

I don’t know whether to say that he is attentive or not.

Mr. Jiang Si likes wine but not tea.

Ever since he took his first sip of wine at the age of thirteen, he has been fascinated by the wine world. During his travels over the years, he has tasted almost all the finest wines in the world.

"It's better to apologize than to give nothing." He comforted himself, handed the tea leaves to the servant to put away, and paced back to the courtyard, but his heart was twisted and couldn't relax.

As a father, I am eager to find the best man in the world to be the husband of my daughter.

But he, as a father, was only a mortal, without divine wisdom. He once claimed that he could judge people, but he was too afraid. He was too afraid of misjudging someone and causing his daughter to suffer injustice, so he was always hesitant in his heart.

Fourth Master Jiang felt depressed and paced back to his yard, but he saw a small jar of wine on the long table in the house.

As an old wine lover, he could tell that the wine was good just by smelling it. He opened the lid of the jar, took two sips, and immediately felt much better.

He sipped the wine and asked the waiter, "Who sent this wine?"

Mr. Jiang Si thought it was his wife or daughter.

But a chubby little hand was raised from under the window, "It's me."

Jiang Jinxing stuck his head out and said loudly, "This is the wine that the Ninth Prince asked me to give to Dad."

Fourth Master Jiang had already taken a gulp of the wine and was drinking it happily.

When he heard Jiang Jinxing's words, he immediately spat it all out, choking and coughing, his old face turning red.