"Sister Doukou, how long will the punishment last?"

In the imperial study, the pitiful voice of the little emperor was heard.

The previous second, he was sitting on a chair asking Mr. Zhao for advice, and the next second, he was already kneeling in front of the sudden appearance of the girl in palace dress, facing the direction of Guanghan Palace, and looking obediently.

Doukou, who came with the imperial edict, glanced at the little emperor who performed the kneeling punishment skillfully in one go.

She pursed her lips, glared at him reproachfully, and said nothing.

The little emperor still faced the direction of Guanghan Palace, not daring to look around, but he squinted his eyes and looked at the girl in palace dress:

"Sister Doukou, I'm sorry. I... I know I was wrong. I won't dare to do it again next time. I will listen to you and my mother."

Doukou stared at him for a while, then sighed softly, her face calm: "Two hours."

While the two men, one kneeling and the other standing, were talking, a young Confucian scholar next to them retracted his outstretched foot.

Seeing the little emperor suddenly kneeling down just now, Zhao Rong almost shouted "Empress Dowager", but fortunately he knocked a few times cautiously and swallowed the words.

"She turned out to be the queen mother's personal attendant. Judging from her attire, she looks like a maidservant of the Crescent Moon, and her status is not low."

He whispered in his heart and nodded, then glanced at the girl in palace dress and muttered, "Yes, her figure is not that pretty..."

Zhao Rong couldn't help but flash back to the graceful back of the pretty widow in white clothes and veil kneeling on the ground at the funeral hall of the late Emperor of Dali not long ago...

"Oh, two hours... okay."

After hearing this, the young emperor Li Wangque hung his head and let his hands hang naturally.

He knelt on the hard, cold floor and sighed dejectedly.

"Sister Doukou, please sit down. Don't stand with me. There are chairs over there... Mr. Zhao, I'm sorry to have embarrassed you. Mother probably doesn't know you're here... Sorry, sir, if you have something to do, you can leave first. By the way, you can take any books on the bookshelf."

The boy was a little embarrassed to go see Mr. Zhao.

The girl in palace dress named Doukou shook her head when she heard this. She did not sit down, but continued to stand motionless beside the little emperor with her hands in her hands.

At this moment, she slightly raised her round and small chin, adjusted her appearance into that of a standard court lady, then gently turned her head and looked at the young scholar beside her. She looked at him carefully for a moment without saying a word.

Zhao Rong did not go to the bookshelf to get the book. He turned his head and looked in the direction of Guanghan Palace where Li Wangque was facing, and did not look at Doukou who was looking at him.

The young scholar thought for a moment, rolled up his sleeves, and walked towards the door of the imperial study without saying a word.

"Are you Mr. Zhao Ziyu?"

Zhao Rong paused for a moment, without turning back, and nodded with his back to Doukou, "Yes, it is me."

Doukou was silent for a while, then suddenly asked, "Why did you go to such lengths to look for 'him' instead of 'her'?"

The girl in palace dress said something out of nowhere, which made people stunned.

But Zhao Rong smiled.

Of course, what the girl Xianyue Li wanted to ask when they met for the first time was not "anger, chill" and other issues that conflict between men and women, but to give him a beating.

Besides, in this era, there is no punch to be thrown.

This girl is quite interesting... Zhao Rong muttered to himself.

This poem of Nanshan Pin, with the title of "Qingyu'an", was created in a restaurant on the lake in Xingzi Town. Soon it spread throughout Dali and became popular in Hanjing.

It is no surprise that Zhao Rong became a celebrity in Dali, a great talent from Linlu Academy.

Lidi worships Confucianism and the imperial court promotes Confucianism. There is also the Music Bureau supported by Dugu to train outstanding Lidi women. There are many well-educated and well-mannered women in Lidi. At this time, I wonder how many women in Lidi envy Su Qingdai, who loves to wear black skirts, for being favored by a talented man and giving her a poem to Nanshan Pinci.

This is something that hasn't happened in Dali for a long time.

So the story of how Zhao Rong painted his fingers with rouge, wrote a poem on the beautiful woman's skirt, and conquered the fairy's heart became a legend of a talented man and a beautiful woman, and was talked about with relish in the teahouses and taverns of Dali...

At this moment in the imperial study, beside the kneeling Emperor Dali, a bookish girl in palace dress stood quietly. However, she did not believe that a poem which only wrote about love between men and women and expressed feelings would be recognized by the Heaven as a Nanshan product.

Doukou pursed her pink lips.

How could Nanshan products be that simple?

I searched for him among the crowd for hundreds of times, but when I turned around, he was standing in the dim light.

When reading it for the first time, most people subconsciously thought that Mr. Zhao was speaking in a woman's voice, telling the fairy Su that the true love she had been looking for was him standing in the dim light before her.

However, such an interpretation is a bit far-fetched and narcissistic.

If this is really Mr. Zhao's love words, then wouldn't it be better to replace "he" with "she"?

I have searched for her everywhere… Describing the search for her directly in his own tone can impress the beauty and capture her heart.

The girl in palace dress nodded slightly.

At this moment, the imperial study was quiet for a moment.

Seeing that the young scholar did not turn around or speak, Doukou frowned slightly and pondered:

"So Mr. Zhao's Nanshan masterpiece was not just written for the fairy Su? The 'he' here... Mr. Zhao is referring to himself... referring to a gentleman and a wise man like you? Just like the metaphor of the fragrant grass and the beautiful woman in the ancient poems of the sages?"

She stared intently at the back of the man not far away.

Zhao Rong turned around and glanced at her. At this moment, the bloodshot lines in the depths of his eyes quietly emerged and then disappeared.

To outsiders, he seemed to be organizing his words.

Then, no one spoke in the room for a while.

Beside the two of them, the little emperor who was punished to kneel on the ground couldn't help but look up and quietly look at Mr. Zhao and Sister Doukou after hearing what happened.

Although Sister Doukou is not very old, she is one of the most outstanding women in the Music Bureau. She is the Fengyi Palace Director, second only to the Grand Master of Music Mujin in the Music Bureau. She has always been serving the Queen Mother closely, like a personal housekeeper. She is highly valued by the Queen Mother and is second only to her.

The young man glanced at the bookish girl in palace dress.

Sister Doukou was someone close to the Queen Mother, who often did things for her and brought messages to reward and punish him, but she would also often try her best to plead for him, so the boy was quite close to her and treated her as a close older sister.

Because he often received guidance on difficult questions about poetry and books from the girl in palace dress when he was supervising his homework, Li Wangque knew that this sister was well-known in the Music Bureau for her love of poetry, books, rituals and music, and was also recognized as the most talented Li Nu in the Music Bureau.

However, Sister Doukou did not show off her talent in this area. She was not like the talented women described in books, who sang poems and lyrics with the literary geniuses. Instead, she was very low-key. She regarded it as a hobby, and she cultivated her sentiments and entertained herself in private.

Apart from the young emperor and the women in the music department, few people in Dali knew about this. The civil and military officials in the court only regarded her as the person who spoke for their mother and her right-hand man...

At this moment, Li Wangque couldn't help laughing in his heart and glanced at the expression of the girl in palace dress.

He knew very well that Sister Doukou had been secretly reading Mr. Zhao's poem "Qing Yu'an" often recently.

Several times recently, when she came to supervise his homework, she would flip through a book on the side, with her chin on her hand, biting her lip and looking at a certain page in the book, as if in a daze, and would not turn the page for a long time.

The young man was curious. One time, she received the order from her mother and left in a hurry. She forgot about the book. He picked it up and flipped through it. As a result, a piece of poetry note with someone's poem written on it fell between the pages.

The handwriting is elegant and beautiful.

However, what puzzled the young emperor Li Wangque was.

He also liked Mr. Zhao's "Qingyu'an". Every time he was eager to appreciate and praise it in front of her, Sister Doukou never said a word, but listened quietly. When he asked her, she would just shake her head or smile and pass it by with one sentence...

At this moment, seeing Zhao Rong and Doukou looking at each other, the latter even mentioned "Qingyu Case" in person.

The little emperor perked up and pricked up his ears, as if he was afraid of missing out on what the two would say next.

"Mr. Zhao?"

Doukou opened her lips and called out softly.

Seeing that Zhao Rong was staring at her, not knowing what he was looking at, the girl couldn't help but frown slightly, and her round and delicate chin, which she habitually raised, raised a little again.

Her eyes were fixed on the 'lustful talent' mentioned by the sisters who had returned from Xingzi Town not far away.

Zhao Rong was actually distracted.

Because when the little emperor mentioned that he could borrow books at will, he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have a book to return in his Sumeru belongings.

Well, I brought it down from the seventh floor of the academy's library and brought it to Dali, intending to return it...

"Oh, sorry, just remembered something else."

At this moment, the young Confucian scholar looked at the girl in palace dress and shook his head apologetically.

"you……"

A hint of annoyance appeared on Doukou's pretty face, but soon she took a breath with her chest rising and falling, and her expression calmed down.

The girl tilted her head slightly, "Have you finished thinking about the matter, sir?"

Zhao Rong looked a little embarrassed and nodded, "Well, it's almost done."

He lowered his eyes slightly.

Recently, it seems that because of the influence of Gui's heart lake water and the pictures he saw, he often has complicated thoughts and "random thoughts".

Not just desires and emotions, but now even the slightest thoughts and ideas that pop up in the heart will be suddenly amplified with a certain randomness.

For example, just now in the carriage on the way to the palace, Zhao Rong couldn't help but recite it, and muttered a comment about the taste of a certain **, which made the two women in the car embarrassed.

For example, not long ago in the north room of Dongli Cottage, facing the beautiful Qingjun, the cold and lovely lady, Zhao Rong couldn't help but bullied her domineeringly. Qingjun was also madly in love with her childhood sweetheart, and could not resist her lover's requests for sex and intimacy every time. The two of them were so passionate about each other that they even played **.

Although Zhao Rong deliberately avoided the last step due to concerns about seeing his true nature, and only ate some appetizers and saved the abalone dinner for later, even though he had recently realized these things, he had been consciously restraining himself, trying his best to calm his thoughts and desires and keep his mind as calm as water.

But the effect is not great.

Because there is always a loophole.

He often has thoughts and desires popping up from deep within his heart when he is not paying attention.

The young Confucian scholar couldn't help but frown.

And the most crucial thing is, unless he deliberately keeps an eye on his heart, in many cases, the magnified thoughts will be ignored by his subconscious mind, thinking that they are just normal emotions...it is hard to guard against.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but secretly thought: It seems to be related to the test of returning. From what it said that night, it seemed to know that I was in this state, but it still asked me to see my heart and understand my nature... see my heart and understand my nature... In this state, any ripple in the lake of the heart will be magnified. Wouldn't it be several times more difficult to cultivate the mind?

It seemed that he was about to slip away again. Zhao Rong became alert and raised his eyes. He whispered to the girl in palace dress who was waiting quietly:

"Um, sorry girl, what did you just ask, can you say it again?"

There was no expression on Doukou's pretty face, and she pursed her lips and looked at him for a few breaths.

She spoke and repeated it again.

"I would like to ask Mr. Zhao, that Nanshan masterpiece should not only be written for the fairy Su, right? The 'he' here..."

After he finished speaking, the girl quietly waited for an answer.

"Oh, girl, that's the problem."

After listening carefully, Zhao Rong smiled and nodded.

The next second he said directly: "I think too much."

After saying this, he immediately turned around and strode out of the imperial study.

The movements are smooth and efficient.

Cardamom: “…”

Little Emperor: “…”

The air in the imperial study fell into deathly silence.

You think too much... too much... too much...

The serious and sincere voice of a certain man seemed to still echo in the study room...

“Puff!”

Li Wangque, who was kneeling as punishment, tried to hold back his laughter but couldn't help but make a sound.

Then the next second, he immediately covered his mouth and lowered his head, because the eyes of the girl in palace dress next to him were already cast at him...

The girl in palace dress pursed her lips, shifted her eyes from the little emperor, and squinted at the back of a young scholar walking away outside the door.

…

After walking out of the imperial study and getting rid of a certain literary girl who seemed to like to fantasize, Zhao Rong smiled.

He did not leave the palace, but turned around and followed his memory to take a path that would 'return the original route'.

Zhao Rong walked towards Guanghan Palace alone.

He muttered softly along the way.

"I'll borrow the books from the study later... Well, I've left Qian'er and Qingdai behind and come here to accompany you to act and eat a boring meal, but you're still asking the little emperor to kneel down. That's a bit unkind."

Zhao Rong nodded and touched the two objects in his left sleeve with his right hand.

One is a book.

A book on the history of Dali with hidden secrets from the seventh floor of the library.

There is one more.

It's a silver token...

…