Two low-key and luxurious carriages were driving on the broad avenue leading to the imperial city.

One is drawn by six horses, and the other by four horses.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the four-horse carriage at the back was a little quiet.

A pretty and lively girl with her peach blossom eyes wide open was staring at a stunning woman with long black hair sitting opposite her.

The woman with long black hair that fell to her waist, with her chin supported by her two hands, looked closely at the young scholar opposite her, her eyes never leaving him.

The young scholar closed his eyes and rested.

At this moment, the little girl seemed to be bored and couldn't sit still.

She first glared at Su Qingdai, then happily hugged Zhao Rong's arm.

"Brother Rong'er, you're going to the palace to eat later. What should I do then? Can't I go in with you?"

Zhao Rong didn't open his eyes. "That's not polite."

He shook his head slightly.

"So I told you to go back and eat first. I will come out to find you after I finish attending the palace banquet. We will go to the Ministry of Rites to find Brother Yiwu together in the afternoon...but you two insisted on following me. What should I do?"

"That won't work. Uncle Xiaobai is not here. I need to protect you... I'd better wait for you in the hall outside the palace gate. The cakes there are also quite good. Let's fill our stomachs first."

Xiao Qian'er was as petite and slender as a little girl. She stood up and half-knelt on the chair with one leg. She put her slender hands around Zhao Rong's neck and whispered in his ear:

"Brother Rong'er, I left some marks on you. If there is any danger, as long as it is within a ten-mile radius, I can reach you in three breaths."

In fact, there were only three of them in the carriage. No matter how soft the little girl's voice was, it could not escape the ears of the woman named Su. However, Xiao Qian'er still looked alert as if she was guarding against thieves.

Su Qingdai couldn't help herself and said, "Zi Yu, I have also left some marks. If you are in danger, I can be the first to come to you."

Xiao Qian'er often looked down on someone, "With your limited embroidery skills, apart from the skirt you are wearing, which was written by Brother Rong'er and brought you a great opportunity, I really can't see what else you have to show for it."

Su Qingdai bit her lip and glared, "You!"

She is not weak. On the contrary, she is one of the best cultivators in Mount Dali, and now she is an extremely young female cultivator in the Tianzhi realm.

However.

This is the contempt from the top geniuses of the four Taiqing prefectures, the highest institution of learning in Wangque Continent. It is a bit unreasonable.

Just like Zhao Rong’s previous life, there were also rank differences and a chain of contempt among those who were considered academic masters in the eyes of the world.

There is always a mountain higher than the other.

Zhao Rong, who closed his eyes as if thinking about something, looked helpless and spoke, interrupting the two of them:

"No, I was wondering why you all left marks on me. I didn't know about it before."

Xiao Qian'er smiled and leaned close to his ear, saying sweetly:

"Actually... it's a special smell. How should I put it, Brother Rong'er, just treat me as a kitten. I can smell your scent."

Zhao Rong's eyes widened a little, and he couldn't help but lean back, carefully looking at Xiao Qian'er's serious expression.

After three breaths, he pulled the corners of his mouth, suppressed his smile, and nodded seriously:

"I didn't expect a little girl like you could be half as capable as me."

Qian'er tilted her head and bit her lip, "What do you mean by half of your ability?"

Zhao Rong sighed, "I not only know your smell, but I'm also familiar with your taste."

"Um, Rong'er brother, I know the smell, the smell...what do I smell like?"

The little girl had a pair of big peach blossom eyes that sparkled with curiosity as she stared at Zhao Rong intently.

The latter glanced at her pink lips and the cute pearly teeth biting on her lower lip, and nodded:

"you guess."

Xiao Qian'er blinked and was stunned for a moment. Suddenly, as if she noticed where his gaze was, she chuckled and broke into a smile.

"Hateful! He's so dishonest, always talking nonsense, and still acts like this when there are...outsiders around."

Xiao Qian'er raised her hand shyly and hit Zhao Rong's chest.

Although she said this, she acted a little coquettishly, and the next second, she glanced at Su Qingdai who was quietly listening to their conversation beside her as if nothing had happened.

Xiao Qian'er hummed softly twice through her nose.

The meaning is self-evident.

The stunning woman in a black dress and black hair shifted her eyes, glanced at her proud and happy little expression, and smiled faintly.

Su Qingdai's eyes moved, and her naturally cold eyes glanced at Zhao Rong.

Her eyes at this moment were clear and... charming.

When Xiao Qian'er saw this scene, she frowned slightly, but then her brows relaxed naturally.

"Shameless little bitch." She spat inwardly.

Su Qingdai smiled, continued to support her chin with her hand, and looked at Zhao Rong without blinking.

"No, you can't get angry when you are provoked. The lady said that whoever gets angry first will be at a disadvantage, and Brother Rong'er will think he is immature."

Xiao Qian'er hummed and calmed down.

She turned her head, half-knelt on the chair, straightened her upper body, hugged Zhao Rong's neck intimately, and whispered in his ear:

"Brother Rong'er, then, then my taste... is it sweet? Very sweet?"

Zhao Rong opened his eyes slightly and glanced at her expression.

Xiao Qian'er pursed her pink lips and smiled, as if she was also recalling the taste of the honey water he poured for her those times.

Zhao Rong thought about it and nodded.

The little girl smiled happily immediately.

"You...you too, Brother Rong'er, are like candy that won't melt no matter how hard you suck it. Qian'er likes it so much."

She is his sugar, sweet only to him.

However, before Xiao Qian'er could happily show off in front of Su Qingdai and flaunt her smug look, Zhao Rong quietly looked away and muttered, "Hmm, it's a little salty."

The air in the carriage suddenly became quiet.

Xiao Qian'er: "..."

Su Qingdai: “…”

Their expressions were all frozen for the first moment.

Xiao Qian'er thought that Brother Rong'er was talking about her smell.

Su Qingdai thought Zi Yu was talking about Mr. Zhao and she knew his taste.

Second girl: I...I really don’t want to be the girl who understands everyone instantly.

Woo woo woo, Brother Rong'er, are you a devil?

The little girl's pretty face turned red in an instant, and she pounced on it the next second, meowing like a kitten with its fur standing on end!

"Hey, what are you doing? Why are you hitting me? I'm telling you the truth. You were sweating a lot that day. Your neck and face were all covered in sweat. And you insisted on kissing me. You were shameless. I kissed you until my mouth was covered in sweat."

Zhao Rong leaned back to avoid the blow and nodded, speaking in a serious tone.

Xiao Qian'er pursed her lips and glared with her peach eyes.

No! What you just said is definitely not this, not the time when we promised to drink honey water after the engagement on the Xinghe Ancient Road in Xingzi Town, stinky Ronger brother, what you just hinted at was the time when you taught me on the desk in the main room a few days ago, absolutely.

What sweet and salty are so disgusting... Xiao Qian'er was so embarrassed and angry that she wanted to cry, but she couldn't say these words out loud. Seeing Zhao Rong's innocent and confused look, the little girl was about to faint with anger.

Is this something you can just say casually? Not even in front of Su Qingdai.

So she continued to pounce on him and fight with him desperately.

But Xiao Qian'er didn't notice that Su Qingdai, who was sitting behind her, also had her ears dyed red by rouge. At this moment, she bit her lip and turned away, not looking at Zhao Rong, her eyes flashing.

At a certain moment, she pursed her red lips, as if she was savoring a special feeling lingering in her heart.

At this time, Zhao Rong hurriedly hugged Xiao Qian'er's delicate body and coaxed her with kind words, but his face still couldn't help laughing:

"Alright, alright, I was wrong. I was just joking. Sweating is normal. Qian'er's sweat is fragrant. I don't mind it at all."

"You! You still say that!"

The little girl was about to cry. If Su Qingdai hadn't been there, she would have been ready to bite some bad guy.

"Okay, I won't say anything."

Zhao Rong nodded softly.

It took a while to coax the little girl.

Not long after, the young scholar, whose family was reconciled, rubbed his face, sat up straight, opened the curtain of the carriage, and glanced at the pedestrians outside.

He didn't want to play around, but when he saw Xiao Qian'er's lovely appearance recently, he couldn't help teasing her.

Well, from childhood to adulthood, the bad son-in-law teasing the maid has almost become a regular feature of the family.

Afterwards, Xiao Qian'er clung to Zhao Rong again and made him swear to the sky several times before she gave up. She then hugged his neck again, tilted her head forward, and whispered intimate words to him.

"Brother Rong'er, I won't let you go to class next time."

"Don't talk nonsense. You came here on your own initiative and I can't drive you away, so I have no choice but to give you a lesson." Zhao Rong said seriously.

"No! You only know how to do bad things..."

Xiao Qian'er pouts and pinches his nose.

At this moment, she thought that only Zhao Rong and herself understood these words about class, and it was a world of two people, but she never expected that Su Qingdai, who was ignored at the side, suddenly spoke:

"Miss Zhao is right. Tzuyu's classes are indeed very long. One class lasts for a very long time."

The stunning woman in the black dress and black hair lowered her eyes, nodded, and spoke in a soft voice.

That night she gained a new appreciation for length and time.

Zhao Rong's eyelids twitched.

Xiao Qian'er narrowed her eyes and turned to look at her.

Su Qingdai lowered her eyes and smoothed out the wrinkles on her skirt.

Xiao Qian'er twisted a strand of black hair around Zhao Rong's temples with her fingers, turned around and asked suddenly, "Hey, stupid girl, what class are you taking? Are you dreaming?"

Su Qingdai said lightly, "It's not a class... Well, ask Ziyu."

"..."Zhao Rong.

The two girls looked over at the same time.

Someone's body trembled slightly.

"Brother Rong'er?"

Zhao Rong glanced out the window, covered his mouth and coughed lightly, "Ahem, the lesson Qingdai mentioned is indeed there. Isn't she already Tianzhi? If you look at it, it's the Mo Sutra. She encountered difficulties last time and came to me for advice."

Xiao Qianer frowned, "Then you taught her, how...how did you teach her?"

Zhao Rong said seriously, "I happened to have studied Mohist philosophy for a while, and seeing that she was sincere and eager to learn, I didn't refuse her offer. I didn't teach her much, just gave her some pointers."

"Yes, Ziyu didn't teach me much. He just asked me to read the textbook carefully. But Ziyu was very strict. If I made a mistake or he was not satisfied with me, he would beat me with a ruler."

Xiao Qian'er muttered, "Well, you deserve the beating."

Zhao Rong nodded quickly, "Ahem, sorry Qingdai, this is how I teach, I am fair and selfless, and I treat everyone like this."

Su Qingdai glanced at Xiao Qian'er, then looked at Zhao Rong's expression.

She sat dignifiedly, smiled elegantly, and nodded slightly.

“Yeah, Tzuyu is right.”

Xiao Qian'er suddenly frowned and looked at Su Qingdai with suspicion.

The latter was calm and collected, "Why is Miss Zhao looking at me all the time?"

Xiao Qian'er thought for a moment and asked, "Are you laughing at me in your heart now?"

Su Qingdai couldn't help but glance at the little girl with a very keen sense of smell, and immediately looked at her more in some aspects.

Wow, I didn’t expect you to have some skills.

Zhao Rong is numb, can you change the subject?

At this time, Su Qingdai shook her head and said something fair for someone:

"No, it's all true. I found that Ziyu is very suitable to be my teacher. He explained the lessons in a simple and easy-to-understand way. He taught me a lot of knowledge about Mohism and even selected a profound Mohism book for me to use as a textbook. He taught me everything he knew, which gave me a lot of enlightenment."

Xiao Qian'er frowned and looked at Su Qingdai.

She didn't know if she had just heard it wrong, but the woman in the black dress in front of her seemed to pronounce the words a little heavily when she talked about knowledge and textbooks, and she even glanced at Brother Rong'er?

The little girl bit her lip and turned her head to look at someone.

Zhao Rong: “…”

Daigo? The dictionary definition seems to be the most beneficial product for the human body, made from refined milk. You've got it, man.

Zhao Rong's eyelids were twitching. What the hell were those weird words?

Facing Su Qingdai, a model student and a good girl who vividly embodies his academic quotations, he doesn't know whether it is a blessing or a curse.

Under Xiao Qian'er's gaze, Zhao Rong sighed, "Well, I'm glad you can gain something. It's worth my serious explanation to you... Hey, it seems we have arrived at the Imperial City. Let's get off the car."

Halfway through his speech, he reached out and slightly lifted a corner of the curtain, then smiled at the two girls.

Su Qingdai smiled and nodded gently.

Zhao Qian'er frowned and thought carefully, as if she had not thought of any omissions in the past that would allow a bad woman to take advantage of her.

Her brows relaxed and she nodded.

"Be careful when you enter the palace."

"good."

How could a certain little girl know that she was not the only one using the desk during the last class.

I actually had a classmate sitting next to me in the same class.

The carriage jolted a bit, and the three of them quieted down.

Zhao Rong let out a breath.

After a while.

A small hand reached out quietly and pinched his arm, but Zhao Rong stood guard obediently.

This was a jealous little guy who secretly taught Su Qingdai about academic matters before punishing him, without even telling her about it.

Just as the two were doing their little private actions, Su Qingdai on the opposite side suddenly said:

"Tzuyu, the textbook you picked for me last time seems a little dark."

Zhao Rong: “???”

Xiao Qianer frowned, stopped pinching him, and asked in confusion: "The pages of the textbook are black?"

Zhao Rong immediately turned around and explained, "Well, that's the Mohist school of thought, the Mohist Scriptures. This school of thought likes black and white. Either all white or all black. Classics and architecture also have to match the style, right? So it's normal for the textbooks to be a little dark."

Xiao Qian'er was a little confused. Hmm, is there such a thing as this?

There was a lot of confusion in her little head.

However, the little girl had never read any Mo Jing before, or she didn't read books at all. She was not interested in anything except what Zhao Rong wrote.

So at this moment, Zhao Qian'er puffed her lips and thought about it, then nodded as if she understood, "Oh, indeed."

Phew~

Zhao Rongmeng's heart was lifted up, but he finally let it go.

Su Qingdai had a smile on her face and looked at him without blinking.

Zhao Rong was speechless and glared at her quietly.

He spread out his five fingers and indicated the palm of a certain hand.

The muscles in Su Qingdai's plump buttocks subconsciously tensed up, and there was even a burning sensation.

The stunning woman who had specially combed her long straight black hair for someone today lowered her head shyly and stopped teasing Qian'er with words, which made him feel embarrassed.

So the three of them spoke little, chatting intermittently, and soon the carriage entered the palace.

The three of them got out of the car while Xiao Qian'er still felt something was wrong.

Zhao Rong and the little emperor entered the palace together.

Su Qingdai and Xiao Qian'er, who insisted on coming with him, waited outside for him to return.

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