"Mr. Zhao, are you really not coming to our celebration? Her Majesty and His Majesty are looking forward to seeing you. If you cannot come in person, Her Majesty and His Majesty will be very sorry."

Inside the tent, Doukou brought four Crescent Moon Girls to find Zhao Rong and asked him softly.

After experiencing the Fengshan ceremony at noon, the string musicians of the Music Bureau became more respectful and cautious towards Zhao Rong.

Even if it was Gong Zheng Doukou, who was second only to the emperor in the company.

The rare auspicious sign of two bright moons rising together is still hanging in the sky outside the tent.

The person who created this scene is the young scholar sitting behind the table, leisurely flipping through a book.

"Take a rest in the afternoon and don't bother the Queen Mother and His Majesty."

Zhao Rong shook his head and declined the invitation. He turned around and glanced at the chubby girl who was standing behind Doukou and was sitting at the back of the four string musicians.

The latter followed behind his sisters with a stern face, pretending not to know him.

Seeing him looking at her curiously, the chubby girl glared at him secretly.

Zhao Rong laughed. Before Doukou noticed the strange look, he looked back and nodded.

"Miss Doukou, just go and celebrate happily, and pretend that I don't exist."

"Also, please go back and tell Her Majesty and His Majesty that the ceremony is over and I have completed my duties. I will be leaving soon. I will say goodbye to Her Majesty and His Majesty first and will not disturb you when I leave."

He smiled and clasped his fists.

Doukou pursed her lips, looked at him, nodded, but did not leave immediately.

Zhao Rong was curious when he saw this, "Miss, do you have anything else to tell me?"

Doukou lowered her eyes, raised her hand and waved gently behind her.

The four girls, including the chubby Li Nu, retreated obediently.

Zhao Rong winked at Xiao Qian'er who was "seriously" reading the Book of Songs not far away in the tent.

The little girl was just stealing a glance at Brother Rong'er, and now when she saw him looking at her, she pretended to study hard.

Receiving his look at this moment, she glanced at the bookish girl in palace dress, then stood up, taking the Book of Poetry in her hand with her.

I saw little Qian'er, who was wearing a cute skirt, with one hand behind her waist and the other holding a book of poetry. She shook her little head, as if she was immersed in reciting poetry, and walked away.

After Doukou entered the account, most of the time he kept his eyes straight and didn't look around.

However, when Xiao Qian'er passed by her and left, the bookish girl in palace dress slightly tilted her head and glanced at the cute girl in a skirt who seemed to be Mr. Zhao's concubine, and at the upside-down book in her hand...

Seeing this, Zhao Rong couldn't help but raise his hand and pat his forehead.

You naughty girl, you even hold the book upside down, how can you read with relish...

Little did Xiao Qian'er know that she accidentally let the cat out of the bag and disgraced the Zhao family tradition, and was almost killed and exterminated by Brother Rong'er for the sake of justice.

Before leaving the big tent, Qian'er's face was still crescent-shaped. She thought that her appearance of a talented girl obsessed with poetry and books and very studious must have frightened the "woman outside", and she was very happy in her heart...

After everyone left, only Zhao Rong and Doukou were left in the tent.

The former opened his mouth to explain the joke he had just made, but Doukou had already lowered his eyes, pretending nothing had happened, and directly explained his purpose:

"This time I came to disturb Mr. Zhao, and the queen asked me to apologize to you on her behalf."

Zhao Rong's complexion returned to normal. He chuckled, put down the book in his hand, and looked at the girl in palace dress below.

"Why apologize?"

Doukou shook her head and said, "I don't know much about it either. I'm just delivering a message to the Majesty."

"The queen said that she had misunderstood Mr. Zhao before and shouldn't have been so suspicious and distrustful of him. She asked Mr. Zhao to forgive her... this woman."

Zhao Rong thought about it and roughly understood it, but he was busy with the Fengshan ceremony before and didn't really care about Dugu's attitude. Her suspicion and misunderstanding did not affect him.

At this moment, after hearing Doukou's message that the most noble and beautiful widow in Dali had lowered her attitude so much, he waved his hand and did not make things difficult for her.

Doukou still lowered her eyes and continued to deliver the message:

"The queen also said... that she is willing to write off the misunderstandings that occurred previously with Mr. Zhao and no longer blame him. In addition, she also hopes that you, sir, will not mention it in the future."

Zhao Rong was startled, and subconsciously wanted to ask if he was talking about the little toys she had hidden to kill time, but he stopped in time.

He glanced at the girl in palace dress who was standing quietly with her head lowered, and nodded calmly.

Those in a higher position probably hate to lose face by exposing their privacy in front of their subordinates.

Especially women.

Who knows how small-minded people can be.

Even if he lost face in front of strangers, he could not be disgraceful in front of his subordinates.

Soon, Doukou finished conveying Dugu's words and left.

Zhao Rong originally wanted to ask her to help convey a message to the orphan and his widow, but after a pause, he did not say anything and let Doukou leave.

"Oh, I told you to mind your own business. Zhao Ziyu, Zhao Ziyu, do you really want to be Prime Minister Zhao..."

Inside the empty tent, Zhao Rong patted the edge of the table and laughed at himself.

After Doukou left, a little while later, a little girl holding a book of poetry and pretending to recite poetry returned to the tent.

The young scholar stood up and supported himself on the table.

"Come on, we're free this afternoon. I'll take you to see Brother Huizhi, and we'll go have a drink and go fishing."

Xiao Qianer nodded and asked curiously:

"Brother Rong'er, you are very optimistic about him and want to get closer to him."

Zhao Rong patted the dust off the hem of his clothes.

Nodding and shaking his head.

"Yes and no. I just think this brother is quite interesting. He should have a lot of stories. He is a bit like a good friend of mine. Yes, that is Lin Wenruo from Mount Zhongnan who I told you about."

He took Zhao Qian'er's hand and led the way out of the tent. After thinking for a while, he explained again.

“I just wonder if he can use the Dragon-Assisting Technique he has learned in Dali to reach the same level as Wen Ruo in Zhongnan Mountain. I am looking forward to it…”

Xiao Qianer looked at him with a faint smile and listened to him quietly. She loved listening to everything he said, except when he called her a stupid girl.

"Let's go. I promised him a few days ago to have a drink together, but he was busy and kept putting it off. He even sent his servant to invite me the day before yesterday, but I was away because I went to inspect the Moon Sacrifice Mountain... Now it's almost time to leave, so I have to go and have a drink with this senior brother when I have some time."

Xiao Qian'er: "Oh, okay, I'll listen to you."

Zhao Rong glanced at the bleak autumn mountains in the distance, pursed his lips, and chuckled:

"We have wine this time, and I wonder if Brother Huizhi has any stories to tell, haha... By the way, when we come back from drinking, I'll take you to an interesting place to save some people."

The young scholar remembered something and added.

The little girl hugged his arm and tilted her head: "Where? Rescue? Rescue who?"

Zhao Rong didn't say much.

"Some poor women... Let's go, and you'll know when you get there."

The two of them walked away leisurely.

…

Duyou City, East City.

The Four Palaces of Taiqing.

A flying sword that delivered letters and was produced by a top-notch business on Wangque Mountain arrived at a rapid speed, taking advantage of the pleasant autumn wind.

Inside Nanci Jingshe, beside the west window of a boudoir in an elegant courtyard, a beautiful lady with autumn eyes was gazing intently.

…

Concubine Zhao Ling woke up in front of the window again.

She tilted her head slightly, stared out the window in a daze for a while, her pupils slightly out of focus, and her mind wandering unconsciously.

The afternoon breeze is just right.

Break into a woman's boudoir.

It blew away some of the lazy sleepiness in the corners of her eyes.

Concubine Zhao Ling came back to her senses and immediately straightened her slender waist. She lowered her head to look at the black jade plate tied with a red rope on her fair wrist.

Hold it in your palm and feel it.

desolate.

She squinted her eyes slightly, placed her arms on the windowsill, supported her delicate head with fluffy black hair with her soft hands, and looked down at the cold jade plate for a while.

The lady with autumn eyes had just woken up, and there were a few pink sleep marks on her cheeks, and a few strands of black hair.

She stared intently at the ink-colored jade plate in her hand, her eyes full of emotion.

Just now in my dream, I was bullied by that person again.

It was about a time when I flew a kite when I was a child. For some reason, I dreamt about it again.

She ran with rare joy, flying the kite high on the green grass, shouting loudly, "Fly, fly, fly high, fly high."

But he appeared with annoyance and pulled her fluffy ponytail, causing her to step on the hem of her skirt and fall.

Although he hugged her from behind and she did not fall, the kite in her hand flew high up forever and would never come back.

He coaxed her, saying that the kite had flown to the moon and was living a happy life of luxury, so she shouldn't worry about it and should let the kite play with it for a while. When he had time, he would pick it down together with the moon.

Then, she believed it without much hesitation...

"Bad guy, bad since childhood..."

At this time, in front of the window, Concubine Zhao Ling stared at the jade token carefully for a long time, but there was still no movement. She suddenly cursed someone, then came to her senses, reached out and brushed the black hair on her cheek, revealing her slightly bulging cheeks.

The beautiful lady with autumn eyes, who was usually cold and lonely, now showed a rare look of anger.

Some are lovely, but no one sees them.

Concubine Zhao Ling held the jade token, put it down, held it again...

I won't take the initiative to rub it.

"Don't come back... humph."

She suddenly stood up, raised her proud chin slightly, turned around and went to the dressing table to tidy up her appearance, and tied up her long hair that he liked to touch and smell, into a dignified bun like a scholar's wife, and inserted a simple jade hairpin.

The ink-colored jade token hung beside her fair hand. Concubine Zhao Ling lowered her eyes and glanced at the token, as if she was complaining about her husband who had not returned home for a long time.

The next moment, the beautiful lady with autumn eyes, who was the peerless genius of Taiqing Mansion, snorted softly, turned around and went downstairs.

But before leaving Nanci Academy.

The woman paused for a moment, then turned around and walked towards the female official next to the door, and casually checked the mail...

The mailbox was still full with all kinds of letters, but in her eyes it was still empty.

Not long after, the woman threw the jade token next to her hand away again.

However, the black jade that she was raising for someone was tied firmly to her wrist with a red rope, so how could she get rid of it?

After a moment, a fair and slender hand quietly reached back and took the jade token into the palm of its hand.

…

Concubine Zhao Ling had nothing to do this afternoon.

At her level, there are almost no restrictions in the mansion. She can attend classes or practice as she pleases. The teachers no longer interfere and encourage her to follow her will. If she still binds herself to the rules set for the weak, she would be obsessed.

She came to Xiaoyao Mansion in the afternoon to take a special class. She was the one teaching the class and everyone else had to listen attentively.

This was the class I was asked to teach a few days ago by Senior Yue, the head of Xiaoyao Mansion.

At this time, Concubine Zhao Ling was sitting at the head of the hall indifferently, tapping the bronze armrests lightly with her slender fingers. Under her sleeve, her other hand tossed and clenched an ink-colored jade plate, clenched and tossed it again and again, over and over again, to pass the time.

She glanced at the group of young but spirited girls and boys standing in the hall below.

However, under the aura of Concubine Zhao Ling, these junior brothers and sisters who had just entered the mansion and were full of vigor became a little restrained and evasive when she occasionally glanced at them, and no longer had the arrogance they had before entering the hall.

These are the most outstanding students among the latest batch of students of Xiaoyao Prefecture, who have emerged from nowhere in a short period of time.

In fact, this is an old tradition of the Four Prefectures of Taiqing.

In each prefecture, the most outstanding senior student among the previous class will be sent to teach the most talented group of new prefecture students.

The class content is very simple, you can even sit and not talk.

As long as we can temper their arrogance and sharpness.

At the moment, Zhao Lingfei, who has always been a loner and low-key, still couldn't escape this boring task.

Senior Yue arranged for me to come here with a kind smile.

In addition to Xiaoyao Mansion, the other mansions even heard that Zhao Lingfei was going to attend this special class, and sent their own newly-minted talented students over to attend the first class of "Senior Sister Zhao".

Most of the prefectural students who were not qualified to come were filled with envy, while the few top prefectural students who came to attend the class were both proud and reserved.

At this time, Zhao Lingfei, who was sitting quietly at the head of the hall, did not know that she had become the goddess in the hearts of the new batch of junior brothers and sisters, absolutely beautiful and enchanting.

I don’t know the complicated thoughts in the minds of my fellow disciples below.

Even if they knew, they would probably just say "oh" and not care about it.

Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta...

The crisp sound of slender fingers tapping lightly on the bronze handrail echoed again and again in the silent hall.

At the same time, it also struck the hearts of the talented students in the hall, as if it matched the melody of their heartbeats, causing many people to hold their breath involuntarily.

It was as if the cold and silent goddess senior sister above was squeezing his heart with her strange magical power.

She lowered her eyes coldly and remained silent.

However, below, a certain oppressive atmosphere gradually filled the silent hall...