The silent gesture seemed to gently say, "No need for formalities. Feel free to be at ease in this academy. Don't let me spoil the usual relaxed atmosphere."
Her gaze passed over the shopkeeper and looked into the bookstore, where she saw it was full of young scholars.
They either sat upright at an antique table, on which were placed writing brushes, ink, paper, inkstones, and open scrolls.
They looked focused, sometimes frowning slightly as if pondering the difficult points in the book; other times smiling as if delighted by understanding its subtleties.
Or they might stand leaning against a bookshelf filled with a dazzling array of books, from classics and historical texts to poetry and prose.
They gently held the book in one hand, while unconsciously stroking the pages with the other, immersed in the world of words.
It felt as if we were isolated from the outside world and entered a wondrous realm that belonged only to knowledge and thought.
The entire bookstore was so quiet that the only sound could be the occasional soft, clear rustling of pages turning.
It was as if knowledge was whispering, or as if time was flowing slowly, weaving a tranquil and beautiful melody.
A feeling of relief welled up in Qin Qianluo's heart. She lightened her steps, each step as gentle as a feather landing.
As if afraid that the sound of her footsteps would disturb this peaceful and beautiful scene, she carefully walked towards the stairs.
The wooden staircase, weathered by time, gleamed with a warm luster, and when she stepped on it, it creaked softly.
It stands out exceptionally clearly in this quiet environment, yet it inexplicably blends into the tranquil atmosphere, like a unique note in this serene symphony.
She walked straight to her private cubicle, which was like a sanctuary for her in this noisy world, a place where she could keep her thoughts and emotions.
Every time you step inside, you can feel a sense of tranquility and comfort away from the hustle and bustle of the world.
The shopkeeper observed the prince's every move and understood his preferences and habits very well.
She immediately turned around, called to a quick-witted waiter, and, slightly turned to the side, lowered her voice.
She gave a soft but quick order: "Go quickly and select some of the Prince's favorite foods and send them upstairs immediately. Don't delay."
Upon hearing this, the waiter nodded slightly and replied in a low voice, "Yes, sir."
Then, like a black shadow, he quickly darted through the crowd and disappeared from everyone's sight. After giving these instructions, the shopkeeper turned around and continued with his work.
She sat back down at the counter, her eyes refocusing on the ledger, the brush in her hand scratching softly on the paper.
In the teahouse opposite the academy, the Miao saintess Xinghua sat by the window.
She was dressed in traditional Miao clothing, which was colorful and dazzling, like a magnificent sunset, red like fire, blue like the sea, and green like jade.
The various colors intertwine yet are perfectly matched, maintaining a sense of solemnity and elegance.
The silver ornaments she wore were all meticulously crafted by Miao artisans, each piece engraved with exquisite patterns.
There are auspicious birds and mythical beasts that symbolize protection, all shimmering with a cool yet dazzling light under the sun.
With each movement she made, a clear and melodious sound was produced, as if telling an ancient story of the Miao region.
At this moment, she is holding a cup of fragrant tea. The teacup is carved from warm jade, and the tea soup inside is golden in color and has a wonderful aroma.
Her gaze was fixed on the opposite side, and Qin Qianluo's figure unexpectedly came into her view, causing her to freeze in place for a moment.
It was as if time itself had frozen at that moment, and I was unable to come back to my senses for a long time.
She really hadn't expected that she would just randomly find a teahouse here, find a corner to sit down, avoid the noisy crowd, and quietly listen to storytelling.
Enjoy a moment of peace and quiet away from the hustle and bustle, giving yourself a chance to catch your breath in this busy schedule.
Yet, as if subtly guided by the invisible and mysterious threads of fate, he unexpectedly and fortunately encountered Qin Qianluo.
Xinghua tilted her head slightly, her gaze following Qin Qianluo's figure upwards, looking at the large, elegant characters "Qingfeng Academy" on the plaque opposite.
The handwriting was like a dragon soaring into the sky, with a powerful momentum. Every stroke and line seemed to penetrate the paper, as if it contained the writer's lofty aspirations and profound knowledge.
The ink strokes seem to exude a unique charm under the sunlight, a charm like fine wine that becomes more fragrant with each sip, or like an ancient ballad that tells the story of bygone years.
Her gaze deepened slightly, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples of emotion to spread across it.
She came out alone today, already fed up with the formalities and complicated interpersonal relationships, and the endless small talk made her feel extremely tired.
All she wanted was to escape the noise and find a quiet place to find a moment of peace for her soul.
In Miao territory, she was naturally inclined to quiet. The magnificent and mysterious temple was not only a symbol of her noble status but also a peaceful haven for her.
She wouldn't even easily step out of the temple gates.
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