Chapter 126: I Heard There Is a Wind of Worshiping the Moon (asking for monthly tickets)
Yubai did not sleep that night either.
He dragged his injured body and waited until late at night yesterday. When he was eager to see his parents and sister come back, they finally came back.
Just when he thought that the clouds had finally cleared and he could ask in detail about today's apprenticeship banquet, he saw his parents and sister yawning one after another, so frequently that he didn't even have a chance to open his mouth.
"Let's talk about it tomorrow..." Qiao Jijiu waved to his son and fell asleep.
Qiao Yubai wanted to ask the servants, but everyone's reaction was more sleepy than the dog.
What kind of exhausting experience must have caused one to be so sleepy?
Qiao Yubai returned to his room, but his mind couldn't stop for a moment.
Today, he had heard some scattered news that had been passed around countless times, such as the tiger picture without eyes, Mrs. Jie who hurt others and ended up hurting herself, and Master Chu who got angry and accused his father of marrying up to Ning Ning...
How many unexpected things happened on this day! After tossing and turning countless times, Qiao Yubai's hatred for Chang Miao gradually reached its peak.
He once saw in a notebook about ghosts and monsters a kind of evil monster that feeds on the anger and hatred of mortals. After practicing for hundreds of years, it can bring disaster to the world.
He now thought that the evil monster just happened not to hit him at this moment. If it had hit him, why would he have to practice so hard for hundreds of years?
It is no problem for him to nourish a hundred or so evil monsters by himself.
Finally, when he saw the sky was getting brighter in the east, Qiao Yubai immediately stood up and went to pay his respects to his parents, but his parents had not yet stood up.
"My dear, my dear..." While Qiao Yubai was waiting, the servant brought good news that could extend her husband's life: "The girl is up!"
"Hurry, help me over there!"
Qiao Yumian had just gotten up and washed up. She wanted to have a simple breakfast and then take a nap, but when she heard her brother limping towards her, she knew her dream was shattered.
After quickly finishing her breakfast, she told her brother what happened in Dengtai Tower yesterday.
Qiao Yubai gradually became stunned.
Thousands of surprises and sighs finally turned into one sentence in his mind - what did he miss yesterday? But there was still a trace of rationality: "Is Ningning's tiger painting really so outstanding?"
He had never heard that Ningning was good at calligraphy and painting before—
"Of course." Qiao Yumian's voice was soft, but her face was proud. "Although I couldn't see it, I heard it clearly. Everyone praised Ningning at that time, even Master Chu approved of it."
Qiao Yubai looked stunned.
Everyone knows that Master Chu has always had a sharp tongue and his vision is so picky that it is hard for ordinary people to bear... Getting a word of approval from him is not much easier than passing the imperial examination.
The young man suddenly stood up and walked out.
The servant hurried to support him.
"Where are you going, brother?" Qiao Yumian asked hurriedly.
"Dengtai Tower!"
Qiao Yumian was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly reminded: "But brother, you need to rest for the wound on your head!"
Her brother's aggrieved and regretful voice reached her ears——
"That's what I heard from you yesterday!"
He did stay at home obediently, but what was the result?
Since Master Chu came and left yesterday, his mind and heart have never been at peace for a moment... He was tortured to the point of being more miserable than death! "Hey, isn't that Yubai? Didn't he say he was going to rest for a while? Why did he come out?"
Some students who were strolling around in the Imperial College saw Qiao Yubai and his servant hurried away, and they couldn't help but look curious.
"Do you even need to ask? It must be because you missed Madam Chang's painting at Tai Tower yesterday and you are in a hurry to see the paintings!"
"Were you all present yesterday?"
"That's right. Fortunately, I went there early. Later, the place was full and I couldn't get in even if I wanted to..."
“If you hadn’t seen it with your own eyes, it would be hard to believe that the painting of a tiger walking in the forest was created by a woman.”
"I thought it was a joke for the chief priest to take Madam Chang as his disciple... Now it seems that Madam Chang is not an ordinary person, and the chief priest did not take her as his disciple on a whim."
Someone sighed and said, "Although Madam Chang is a woman, she is truly incomparable to us."
Song Xian, who was passing by, paused slightly when he heard this.
He came back early yesterday and went to bed early, but the noise of his classmates returning at night woke him up. Although the praises of Chang Suining by those classmates were not loud, they were full of admiration that could not be calmed down for a long time.
When I got up this morning, I heard people discussing this matter everywhere in the Imperial College. I could hear it wherever I went.
But at this moment, these words were like a stone hitting Song Xian's heart.
She was not an ordinary person, and the chief priest did not accept her as a disciple on a whim...? What about him who had wanted to become the chief priest's disciple but was rejected?
Is he inferior to a young woman? The conversation in the twilight four days ago still seems to be ringing in my ears.
At that time, he believed in his heart and mouth that the chief priest accepted the other party as his apprentice just to play with the little girl at home, and he was dissatisfied with the other party's ostentatious act of wanting to hold a banquet to pay homage to his master.
But the young lady told him that she was sure she would not bring disgrace upon the title of chief priest.
She also said that she would be a good enough student.
He just sneered at that time and did not hide his sneer.
But what he heard now was like a slap in the face.
There were also some skeptical students among the group: "No matter how good a woman's tiger painting can be... Are you exaggerating?"
"The painting is hanging in Dengtai Tower. If you don't believe it, just go and see it for yourself!"
"Let's go together..."
"Brother Song!" Someone saw Song Xian and came forward to greet him, inviting him casually: "Brother Song, you must have heard about our visit to Tai Tower yesterday. We are going to see paintings, would you like to come with us?"
Song Xian's talent is well-known, and his scholarship stands out among all the other candidates. He is also praised many times by Qiao Jijiu and is one of the most promising candidates for the next spring examination. Therefore, he has always been very popular in the Imperial College and is someone that his classmates are vying to make friends with.
Facing those gazes, Song Xian said seriously: "I need to visit a gentleman today, so I will not go with you."
"I wonder which great scholar Brother Song is going to visit next?"
"That's right, Brother Song is different from the rest of us!"
"Brother Song, we'll take our leave then."
The classmates left together, chatting and laughing. Song Xian stood where he was, his ten fingers clenched silently in his sleeves, with a complicated expression.
He just lied.
He had no plans to visit anyone today.
He didn't even understand why he subconsciously lied and avoided the question.
It's just a painting. How old is she? And she doesn't look like someone who can calm down and study calligraphy and painting...
He did not deny that she must have some talent to receive so much recognition.
But the comments were full of amazement at her being a woman, so in the end, these compliments undoubtedly included a different view of her for being a woman with such talent.
The same good painting, if created by a woman, will be more likely to attract more attention and discussion than one created by a man because of its rarity, and is destined to be treated differently.
A bit of talent, a bit of special treatment due to being a woman...
Besides, there was no need for him to compare himself with a girl like her.
Song Xian pursed his lips, turned around and left.
…
When Qiao Yubai arrived at Dengtai Tower, the outside of the building was already surrounded by people.
After asking the servant, he found out that because there were too many people coming to see the paintings, in order to avoid overcrowding and causing chaos, the upstairs would only accommodate fifty people at a time. If one wanted to see the paintings, one could only line up outside and wait to enter.
Qiao Yubai, who was standing in the crowd and being supported by a servant, was stunned.
Ningning became famous with this painting, right? There were many noises in his ears, but they were all about his Ningning.
Some of them were people who were present yesterday. At this moment, they all became popular and were surrounded by people, questioned and described in vivid detail what happened in the building yesterday.
A man in a long gown holding a pen and paper walked through the crowd, occasionally writing down key points in a booklet, which caught Qiao Yubai's attention.
Isn’t that... the storyteller in the teahouse opposite?
Sure enough, there is a reason why he has become the most popular storyteller in the city.
Qiao Yubai soon attracted the storyteller's attention.
After all, it is hard to ignore such a handsome young man with a bandage on his head, who has difficulty moving and needs help from others.
"This gentleman is injured, but he still comes here despite the scorching heat... He must be a painting lover, right?" The storyteller tried to approach and start a conversation.
Such a fanatical fan is perfect for him to become material.
The servant beside Qiao Yubai couldn't help but say, "My husband is Madam Chang's brother. He was recovering from his injuries at home yesterday, so he couldn't come over!"
The servant stood up straight as he spoke, to let people know that they were different from the outsiders who came to see the paintings! Qiao Yubai looked at the servant disapprovingly - how could he be so vain?
The storyteller looked at Qiao Yubai in surprise: "My dear, you are Ms. Chang's brother?"
Facing all the gazes that were looking at him, Qiao Yubai cleared his throat, smiled slightly, and nodded reservedly and steadily: "The person who painted it is my sister."
Everyone gathered around immediately.
…
The Dengtai Tower was surrounded by people. Inside the Ganlu Palace, Emperor Shengce had learned the details of yesterday's events from Mingluo.
Ming Luo returned to the palace very late last night, so he did not disturb the Emperor of Holy Ce from resting.
"Yesterday, Xie was a bit reckless and didn't know her limits." The Emperor of the Holy Ce couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry. He just said, "It seems that she has been so happy since leaving the palace that she has forgotten that being cautious is the most important thing in her life."
As she spoke, she looked at Ming Luo, who was standing with his head bowed, and answered: "But was her trip yesterday related to your mother?"
The person she was referring to was Mingluo's biological mother, Lady Chang of the Duke of Ying.
Ming Luo's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, but he remained calm: "Luo'er doesn't know yet."
She was indeed disturbed by Chang Suining's words and actions last night. Now that she thinks about it... it is indeed possible.
"The Xie family certainly dare not say much, but if I can think of it, the Chang family and others can think of it too." The Emperor of the Holy Ce's voice was very calm, but his majesty remained unchanged: "In the matter of Dayun Temple, Ah Shen was never wronged in the slightest - now is a time of trouble, since you are not as skilled as others, don't create any more trouble."
"Yes." Ming Luo calmed down and said, "Luo'er will convey the reminder."
"I also heard that the works written by the girl from the Chang family have a strong style of worshipping the moon—" When the word "worshipping the moon" was mentioned, the majesty in the tone of the Holy Ce Emperor was silently removed: "In your opinion, are there really similarities?"
Ming Luo's heart tensed up a little.
She had just omitted this point, but her aunt had heard it from other palace officials.
And it was obvious that my aunt really cared about it.
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