Women's college, academic training class.
"Do you know who is the teacher who taught us poetry and songs today?"
"Who is it?"
"It's Feng Peiyi, the eldest son of the Feng family! I'm dying! I never thought the academy could actually hire him."
"Is this true? I really like his calligraphy and poetry. I asked my brother for them, but he never got them. I never thought I'd get to meet him in person today!"
Although Feng Peiyi held a place as a student at the Imperial College, he often took time off due to health reasons and lived a secluded life. His elegant, noble face, like a carved jade, and his refined and charming talent were widely known, and very few young ladies had ever met him in person.
It is precisely because of this mystery that the female students are even more starry-eyed and full of anticipation.
The enthusiasm was exactly like that of modern female students waiting for a handsome young professor to come to class. The noise, the anticipation, the screams, the stomping of feet...
"Shh~, stop talking, Princess Helian is here." someone pointed out.
The female students understood immediately and became as quiet as chickens, pretending to read.
This piqued Yan Miaoling's curiosity, as she sat in the back row and had barely managed to get into the advanced studies class. If she remembered correctly, a young woman had mentioned Princess Helian at the Manmiao Clothing Shop last time. She seemed to be number one on the list of beauties in the capital... quite an impressive figure.
Just as she was thinking about this, a graceful figure in a pastel-colored palace dress slowly walked in. One of the two maids behind her saw her enter the classroom and, due to the school's regulations, handed the box containing the brush, ink, paper and inkstone to her fair hands.
Another maidservant was also busy. She put down her complicated skirt and gestured, "Princess, please—"
Oh my god, what a big scene!
All the other female students wore the same uniform, but she was an exception. She was dressed beautifully and delicately, like a butterfly about to take flight.
Especially the super high bun, paired with an exaggerated golden headdress and long tassels, instantly made the other female students who were only wearing blue clothes... with their hair tied up and no accessories look plain and simple.
At this time, a classmate nudged Yan Miaoling's elbow and said, "Hey, are you the girl who walked the runway at Manmiao Clothing Store last time?"
It was Yan Miaoling's first day in this class, and she only just noticed that the girl next to her looked familiar. "Are you the younger sister who came shopping for clothes with my older sister that day?"
The little girl had a round face and smiled innocently, "Yes, that's me! My name is Xue Ziyan, and I'm the youngest daughter of the Left Vice Minister of the Ministry of Works. Nice to meet you!"
Reach out.
Yan Miaoling smiled friendly in return and shook her hand, demonstrating the handshake she had recently learned. "My name is Yan Miaoling, and it's my honor to meet you."
Even before the bell rang for class, the sounds of conversation could be heard from time to time. For example, the sounds of people surrounding Princess Helian, flattering her, discussing her clothes and jewelry, gossiping... all kinds of things were heard.
No one paid attention to Yan Miaoling's table at the end of the row.
Yan Miaoling took the opportunity to learn more about Princess Helian's identity. It turned out she was the emperor's favorite niece, her mother being his full sister, Princess Antai. With the support of her grandfather, a marquis, it was no wonder she was so arrogant.
"Also, I heard that she has a crush on Young Master Feng~" Xue Ziyan whispered gossip in her ear.
"Oh, no wonder you said she often missed classes, but she came early today."
"That's right. Oh, here I come, come sit down!" The little girl was quirky and innocent, which was perfectly in line with her fifteen-year-old age.
Like other students, Yan Miaoling looked towards the door curiously.
Then, Feng Peiyi, the man personally introduced by the dean, appeared. Despite his slender figure, he stood tall and straight, like a pine tree. He wore a flowing light blue satin robe, and walked with a leisurely gait. His clear and gentle demeanor was natural. His jade-like face wore a gentle smile...
As soon as he stood on the podium, even before he opened his mouth, people were afraid to blaspheme. The classroom fell into a dead silence, and everyone's attention was drawn to him.
I even feel that even the movement of those slender fingers turning the pages of the book is so elegant and beautiful...
He slowly raised his head, casually glancing at the end of the classroom, and then his voice, as clear as a spring, rang out, "Hello, students! I'm Feng Peiyi, currently studying at the Imperial College. I'm honored to be invited here by the dean today. I'd like to discuss with you how to express the mood of late autumn through poetry..."
After a bunch of opening remarks, he humbly concluded, "We are all students, just from different colleges. There is no distinction between rank or academic level. If you think Feng is wrong, please feel free to correct me..."
Then, he picked up his pen and began explaining the key points of poetry creation while analyzing the characteristics of autumn. Soon, the pristine white paper on the wall was covered with his graceful, flowing calligraphy...
Everyone was stunned.
Seeing the calligraphy is like seeing the person, and the unity of calligraphy and person is well reflected in Feng Peiyi.
Yan Miaoling, who had long since wandered off, felt the eager gazes and distracted attention of the female students, and felt quite proud of herself. [This is my brother, isn't he? He's pleasing to the eyes! He's talented!]
This sentence caused Feng Peiyi's pen to pause slightly, but fortunately he restrained himself in time and didn't let the last word slip. At least, judging by the qualifications of the thirty or so female students present, there was no flaw to be found.
He turned around and glanced helplessly in Yan Miaoling's direction. "Okay, now I'll give you two quarters of an hour. Please follow my ideas and compose a poem on the theme of 'Autumn'. There's no limit to your emotions; feel free to express yourself!"
Yan Miaoling felt his gaze and thought it was just an unintentional act, but didn't take it seriously. He lowered his head and concentrated on cheating...
How could she write poetry? Learning this thing can't make a living.
But, but, in order to successfully obtain the credits, she had to apologize to the ancients. A time-traveling woman from the past plagiarized a poem from it...
He picked up his pen and started writing, which gave him a feeling of inspiration.
Feng Peiyi walked over slowly and took a look with great curiosity, but he stopped in his tracks after just one look.
"The moon sets, crows cry, and the sky is filled with frost. The maples by the river face the fishing lights, and I sleep in sorrow. Outside Gusu City, the midnight bell of Hanshan Temple reaches the passenger ship." Such a poetic scene...
Yan Miaoling felt guilty being stared at and didn't even dare to look up.
Feng Peiyi stared at her young profile, a stranger in a foreign land, homesick...
I heard she had been living on the farm. How could she have experienced being in a foreign land at such a young age? Where did she get the melancholy from?
He, a serious student, immediately understood that it was plagiarism, absolutely plagiarism! As her adopted brother, he absolutely could not condone such an attitude towards study...
But there are too many people here, it's not the time to teach them a lesson.
Feng Peiyi walked to the front with her hands behind her back, "Time is up, have you all finished writing?"
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