Huai Qing: “…”
If we talk about Yu Yin learning how to be a human being.
It's true that I love to take shortcuts.
To say that he is dissolute by nature is a bit too much.
But if you say he is a gentleman...
To call a gentleman who always tries to get close to noble ladies like a peacock with its tail spread out a gentleman is really lying.
Huai Qing was thinking whether he should lend a helping hand to the Ninth Prince to make his words more credible.
Rong Ting raised his eyes.
He spoke in a gentle and pleasant voice, "Mr. Yan is very disappointed with me and always has complaints about me."
Huai Qing: “…”
Bringing up Yan Nanxun's name, even if the person standing in front of him is not the Fourth Young Lady who believes whatever her master says, but some other young lady or young master, anyone else who hears it will definitely believe it.
If you don't believe it, just take a look at Yan Nanxun's angry attitude towards Yin Xueshi, and you will believe it.
Rong Ting was not bullied.
Jiang Rao breathed a sigh of relief.
His brows furrowed slightly.
From where she was standing just now, she could see Yu Yinxue's face.
Although he was at a disadvantage standing in front of Rong Ting, as his appearance and temperament were much inferior to Rong Ting, he could still be considered handsome among ordinary people.
…You can know a person’s face but not his heart.
Her ability to judge people is indeed quite good.
Jiang Rao narrowed her eyes briefly and no longer had any favorable impression of Yin Xue.
Rong Ting keenly caught her slight expression.
His eyes were clearly in the light, yet they seemed to be sunken in the darkness, dark as ink.
Like an experienced chess player, he scanned the entire chessboard and confirmed that she believed him before he slowly opened his mouth and said, "He is used to taking shortcuts. Maybe he will take the initiative to find you..."
His tone showed that he was very worried about Jiang Rao, and he almost directly told her to "stay away from him".
Jiang Rao shook her head in resistance just by imagining that scene.
She has always been the type who avoids trouble as far as possible and faces it head-on when she can't.
Even though she is no longer a girl to outsiders, people with such bad morals should be kept away from.
The little head shook like a rattle.
Rong Ting remained calm and raised the corner of his lip.
…
In the afternoon, there were sounds of reading in the study room and the rustling of bamboo leaves outside.
Jiang Rao knows exactly how much she weighs.
If she entered the classroom to attend classes under the title of her father's adopted son and was called upon by the teacher to ask something, it would only bring shame to her father.
For the sake of the Jiang family's reputation, she did not allow anyone to add tables, chairs or benches to the study.
Sitting beside the stone table in Qingshan Academy, he quietly waited for Yan Nanxun to come back from buying books.
It was not until the clouds in the sky were dyed with wisps of red that she saw Yan Nanxun, carrying a basket of books, stepping into Qingshan Academy. She stood up quickly and said, "Uncle Yan."
…
It was the short worker from two days ago who came to Rong Ting's residence and brought him dinner.
Without saying a word, he put the food box on the table with contempt, turned around and walked away with an arrogant look on his face.
Rong Ting was called away to copy a rare copy of an ancient book, and Huai Qing was left in his bedroom.
Huai Qing thought that he had already told Jiang Rao about this this morning. The Fourth Young Lady was a resourceful person, and this meal would be better than the previous two.
Unexpectedly, when I opened the box, I found that not only was there less rice in the box, but it was also filled with rough rice husks and dark-colored, gravel-like debris.
It's like the rice was not sieved thoroughly before cooking.
Huai Qing picked up the food box and ran out of the door, calling out to the day laborer who was about to go somewhere else, "We accept that the portions are getting smaller day by day, but today's rice has not been cleaned up, how can we eat it?"
The food given to the servants is better than the food given to His Highness the Ninth Prince.
The short man glanced at Huai Qing coldly and snorted contemptuously, "It's good to have food to eat. Smell the fragrance of this rice. What good rice! The people suffering from famine don't even have a bite to eat, and you are the ones who are nitpicking. Your Highness the Ninth Prince is really arrogant."
Huai Qing choked.
Suddenly I thought of Rong Ting's instructions.
Don't argue with others.
If you argue with others, you will only make things worse.
Huai Qing seemed to understand why Rong Ting had such a bad reputation within the palace walls.
Even those who had never come into contact with him believed that he was a bad person with bad character and no hope of redemption.
What people say is scary.
At this moment, Huai Qing was hit hard on the shoulder and the food box in his hand was knocked to the ground.
The short guy bumped into someone himself, but he raised his voice to take the initiative and said, "Just because you don't like it at all, you just throw the food away?"
"Oh, what a waste of food."
Huai Qing looked at the overturned canteen and broken porcelain bowls on the ground, his face turned pale and he was unable to defend himself.
Some scholars passing by stopped in their tracks. Huai Qing saw them looking at him and became frightened. Rong Ting had been the subject of much discussion in recent days, and he rashly stepped forward and seemed to have caused more trouble.
He stammered: "It's not like that, you bumped into me..."
"How can it not be so? Everyone has eyes and can see it."
“Bang!”
A whip sounded, loud and crisp, hitting the ground.
The whip almost hit the short man. He was so scared that his body froze. Looking back, he saw a child of seven or eight years old holding a long soft whip in his hand.
Next to the little boy was a slightly older boy with round, flat cheeks and a slightly fat body.
Yan Nanxun followed behind them with a slightly gloomy expression.
Yan Nanxun arranged a literary master and a martial arts master for Jiang Jinxing. Jiang Jinxing was young and his hands were not strong enough to use hard weapons, so he could only learn some soft weapons first. He complained of a headache when the literary master came, and only the martial arts master could control him.
After learning whip techniques for an entire afternoon, I saw quite some results.
But he pouted and looked at Jiang Rao, feeling a little guilty for not completing what his elder sister had asked him to do, "I missed the target."
The whip should have landed directly on the short laborer.
But the crisp and loud whip that almost hit him frightened the short laborer badly.
He measured the distance between him and Yan Nanxun with a frightened look. They were very far apart. He thought that Yan Nanxun didn't see anything, so he felt relieved.
Huai Qing seemed to have seen a savior. He knelt in front of Yan Nanxun, who never appeared in the backyard of the academy, and said, "In the past few days, the kitchen has been going too far, and the amount of rice has been getting less and less. Today was the worst. There were stones and rice husks in the rice."
"Bah!" The short laborer glared at Huai Qing. "It's obviously His Highness the Ninth Prince who is picky and can't stand the slightest hardship. Every time I deliver food, I have to face his cold face. Look at the ground, the bowls are broken. Do you want to quibble?"
"Nonsense!" Yan Nanxun said, "Do you think I didn't see anything?"
The short man was frightened and was about to make an excuse.
There was another "pop!"
The whip hit the laborer's calf directly.
There were tears on the short man's clothes, and he fell to his knees with a thud.
Jiang Jinxing hit him a second time, turned his wrist, and pondered with the whip in his hand, "I hit him more accurately just now, but it seems that I didn't have enough strength. If only the master was here, it would be better."
Jiang Rao smiled and touched his head.
The short man knelt on the ground and trembled.
Not enough strength...
If he had a little more strength, would he have whipped him to death?
I need a master to guide me...
The short man shrank back.
Yan Nanxun is well-known for being out of touch with worldly affairs. In the past, he never cared about matters that were not related to the studies he was delving into. He would even bury himself in his Qingshan Academy and never set foot in the backyard. Why did he suddenly come today?
Before lowering his head, he looked at Jiang
Jinxing glanced at Jiang Rao.
Yan Nanxun's voice was cold.
"I have never set a rule in the academy to set an example for famine. Set an example? Do you think the number of people dying of famine is not enough, and you want to send more people to die?"
When Jiang Rao came to him and told him that his disciples were treated harshly in the kitchen, he didn't believe it. But after seeing it with his own eyes, he became furious.
Even some self-blame.
The child from the heavenly family had been wronged by him, and he frowned, taking the matter extremely seriously.
The short man was fined three months' salary and expelled from the academy for stealing grain and rice.
As for the other kitchen manager who was bribed, he was directly stripped of his title of manager.
During the ten years that the indenture is valid, he will be a servant of the lowest status, doing odd jobs in the kitchen of the academy.
…
Empress Jiahe had heard a little about what happened in Bailu Academy.
When she heard someone whisper the news to her, she was at a palace banquet where all the concubines in the harem were gathered.
She originally thought that her father's arrangement would help her drive Rong Ting out of Bailu Academy, but she didn't expect that within seven days, the person she had bribed with great difficulty was arrested. Not only could she no longer help them, but she also had to spend a large sum of money to silence them.
A losing business.
Now, in the academy, there are only two young men from the Xie and Liu families who have a harmonious relationship with her family and can make Rong Ting unhappy.
Fortunately, Rong Ting's reputation had already been ruined. Even if it was saved, once a bad reputation was established, it would not be so easy to reverse. Compared to the servants who were punished, the people were more willing to believe that the powerful did something wrong, which could give her some comfort.
Empress Jiahe frowned slightly and looked at Concubine Yun, who was smiling with red lips and a sweet face at the table.
Seeing her so happy all the time made her feel annoyed.
I suspiciously feel that Concubine Yun is the culprit of all the things that happened in the academy.
Together with the fourth branch of the Jiang family, they came to make trouble for her.
Empress Jiahe couldn't swallow this breath in her heart. She stroked the teacup with her jade ring, smiled faintly, and said to the concubines: "Little Seventeen is now studying in the White Egret Academy. The academy's library has many precious books and rare copies, which cannot be borrowed. If any prince wants to read them, I can ask Little Seventeen to copy them and bring them back to help his brothers."
She had a gentle and kind smile on her face, and when she said the words "Little Seventeen", her eyes looked towards Concubine Yun intentionally or unintentionally.
Concubine Yun entered the palace late and had no children.
If a woman in the harem does not have a child, it is like she is missing a sharp weapon.
Empress Jiahe curled the corners of her lips. She had her little Seventeen, and she could use this sharp weapon to poke Concubine Yun in the heart.
Concubine Yun curled her red lips and smiled.
How could she not hear the hidden meaning behind Empress Jiahe's words?
But he smiled and praised: "Sister, you are indeed a good parent."
Empress Jiahe raised her eyebrows slightly, looking extremely suspicious.
Getting Qin Yun to say something good is harder than the sun rising in the west and setting in the east.
"The Ninth Prince has become Mr. Yan's personal disciple at such a young age. I heard that he is also very popular with Mr. Yan in the academy. What a good child! I am really envious of him."
Concubine Yun always found the children who played well with Nian Nian pleasing to the eye and praised them sincerely.
Queen Jiahe tightened her fingers.
I knew Qin Yun was not a good person.
She knew that the more the crippled man got, the better, and she would become more anxious and flustered, but she still wanted to say it.
"If your sister had a child, she would know how hard it is to raise a child."
Empress Jiahe forced a smile and continued to poke her in the heart.
Concubine Yun showed no concern at all.
Others laughed at her for not having children, but they didn't know that she had taken contraceptive pills early on and didn't want to have a child for a man she didn't love.
Given her growing family power, Emperor Zhaowu probably wouldn't want her to have a child.
How stupid did Queen Jiahe think she was to think she would be angry about such a small matter?
Concubine Yun curved the corners of her lips and smiled brightly at her.
Empress Jiahe felt as if something was stuck in her throat, but her expression remained dignified. "Although Xiaojiu is smart, he still has some shortcomings in dealing with people. I will teach him more."
Concubine Yun rolled her eyes and said bluntly, "Since the Ninth Prince returned to the palace, I have only heard you, sister, say bad things about him."
"If a person is good, he will see good in others. If a person is evil, he will see evil in others. If you want to tell your younger sister, you'd better examine yourself first."
Empress Jiahe looked a little embarrassed. At this time, a eunuch outside the palace announced, "The Emperor has arrived."
Emperor Zhaowu walked in and saw that Concubine Yun had a raging look on her face, which made her pretty face look even more beautiful. He asked with pity, "Why are you angry again?"
Concubine Yun pursed her lips and said coquettishly, "Your Majesty, the Queen always says that the Ninth Prince is lacking in this and that. Although I am not blessed enough and have never been a mother, I feel that each of your children is a treasure unparalleled in the world. But you are so harsh in criticizing me. I feel sorry for the children when I hear that."
Queen Jiahe's face changed, and she wished she could go up and strangle Qin Yun, the little devil, to death.
But Emperor Zhaowu looked at Empress Jiahe coldly, "What's going on?
thing? ”
Empress Jiahe lowered her eyelids, but there was no trace of panic in her eyes. She said, "There was news from the academy that Xiaojiu smashed his porridge bowl because the food was not to his taste. Now there is a famine in Nanzhang, and his actions will inevitably chill the hearts of the people, misunderstand that the royal family is extravagant, and cause public resentment."
She believed that her explanation was watertight, and she rushed to say in front of Emperor Zhaowu: "Xiaojiu doesn't know the limits, it's my fault as a mother. When Xiaojiu returns to the palace, I will definitely discipline him well."
"But……"
Emperor Zhaowu looked at Empress Jiahe with a strange look and signaled the eunuch behind him to bring up the tray.
"I came here today to reward Xiaojiu. Jiang Xingzhou donated one thousand dan of grain and five hundred dan of flour to help Nanzhang with the disaster."
There was a deep sense of doubt in Empress Jiahe's eyes.
Jiang Xingzhou donated food. What does this have to do with Rong Ting?
"Xiaojiu's article moved him a lot, so he donated grain and flour, which greatly reduced the burden on the national treasury."
Concubine Yun was overjoyed when she heard this.
As soon as she heard this, she knew whose idea it was.
Her niece looks innocent and naive, but when it comes to using her intelligence, she is as smart as a cat.
This food was probably donated by her.
Just like the last time when she opened the granaries to release grain, it was clearly her ideology, but she insisted on saying it was in the name of her father. This time she killed two birds with one stone and earned good reputation for both her father and the Ninth Prince.
It's so cute that it always takes the good things into its own nest.
"Ning'an Marquis's Mansion took the lead, and many noble families donated some food."
The imperial court had organized grain donation activities before, but no one was as generous as the Ning'an Marquis' Mansion. As for the grain donation, Jiang Xingzhou's donation of 1,000 dan of grain this time made some stingy officials donate 100 or 200 dan of grain for the sake of face, thus relieving the burden on him.
Emperor Zhaowu had been worried about the disaster in Nanzhang for several nights. Now he was obviously much more relaxed, with a smile in his eyes, and said, "This is all thanks to Xiaojiu."
Concubine Yun nodded, "Your Majesty, the Queen also said that if Xiaojiu is younger, she can help you with your worries, which is not easy."
"I really don't know why my sister always speaks ill of such a good child." She looked at Queen Jiahe provocatively and raised her eyebrows to ask, "I haven't seen my sister be so harsh on the Seventeenth Prince, right?"
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