Entered the study.
Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, He Xuan asked in confusion,
"Feeling unwell?"
The friend's face flushed, hesitating and asking about Zhizhi's situation.
"...You know I've never married. Could you introduce her to me?"
He was a Jinshi graduate and returned to Beijing to report on his work after being exiled for three years. I think he is worthy of Zhizhi.
He Xuan's face darkened instantly.
"roll!"
He felt inexplicably suffocated and drove his friend out of the house.
After dinner.
He Xuan sat in his study, writing a summary of his experience in the Dali Temple over the past year, which he would submit to the emperor for review before the New Year.
He knew very well that he would not stay in the Dali Temple for long and would probably have to move after the New Year.
The emperor wanted to train him, and the Dali Temple was just a starting point.
He Xuan dipped his brush in ink and was about to start writing a new line when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a few smiling faces passing by outside the window.
Zhizhi was among them.
Her usually plain face was now smeared with rouge, and a pink apricot blossom hairpin was pinned behind her head, making her look even more charming.
There were servants following behind him, all of them were happy.
The noise outside the house was far from disturbing He Xuan, and the servants were not so tactless.
But the fleeting glimpse just now made it difficult for him to be distracted.
He Xuan lowered his eyes and glanced at the thousand words he had written. He felt that he could not put his hand down anymore. He put down his pen and waited for the rice paper to dry.
He stood up and called the servant Hui Mo.
"What's going on outside?"
Across the study, He Xuan could see many servants crowded at the entrance of the courtyard. Her pretty little face was particularly flamboyant, and she was captivating just by standing there.
Zhizhi, Song'er, and Bai'er stood at the backyard door, looking up at the sky.
Hui Mo reported happily,
"My Lord, the prince next door is getting married and they're giving out wedding money and setting off fireworks!"
The crackling firecrackers and dazzling fireworks almost illuminated half of the capital city.
It was a festive and lively occasion with loud gongs and drums.
Only people in the palace dare to do this.
Hui Mo stood on tiptoe to look, but his view of the study was slightly blocked, so he couldn't see clearly.
He thought to himself, it would be great if the prince was on duty. The Dali Temple is high up and one can have a panoramic view of the entire capital. It will definitely be a grand occasion.
He Xuan stopped for a while, and his eyes couldn't help but fall on that pretty face frequently.
Coincidentally, the maid next to her pulled her hand and said something, and the others all laughed. Zhizhi even glared at them with her eyes rolling around.
"Everyone, they're all making fun of me!"
Just now, Zhizhi's fiancé came to give her a New Year gift. It was the first time they met. The man's handsome face was flushed, and he was too shy to look up at Zhizhi. This scene happened to be seen by Song'er.
Song Er covered her mouth and laughed secretly,
"Zhizhi, you are so impressive. When we see you again later, should we call you Madam?"
My fiancé's family is in business and is considered wealthy in the capital. He is also a very hardworking man and passed the imperial examination last year.
Zhizhi stamped her feet and tried to cover their mouths one by one, but they twisted their waists to avoid her.
"I see, it's the scholar's wife!"
"Stop teasing me!" Zhizhi grabbed one of Bai'er's ears, causing her to beg for mercy repeatedly.
“Ouch—”
Her laughter was charming, and under the alternating light and darkness of the moon and fireworks, Zhizhi's fair little face looked extremely beautiful and lovely.
He Xuan was startled and couldn't help but take a few steps. A sharp-eyed servant accidentally caught sight of the tall and strong figure and shuddered violently. In the blink of an eye, everyone dispersed.
The lively scene ended with the last flash of fireworks, and Xuanhe Hall returned to its silent and quiet atmosphere.
Everyone quickly returned to their workstations, lowered their heads and did their respective duties.
Zhizhi was about to go back to her room.
She had finished her work and could rest.
At this time, someone came to call her from outside and said that the prince ordered her to come over.
When Zhizhi walked out, she found out that it was He Xuan's servant Hui Mo.
Hui Mo led her to the study. When Zhizhi entered, she saw a straight figure sitting at the desk, writing something in a flamboyant style. He Xuan said without even raising his eyes,
"Come and grind the ink."
Zhizhi wanted to punch him.
But she couldn't, at least not now, so she walked over, picked up the ink stick, and slowly started grinding it.
She didn't know how much time had passed.
He Xuan's elbows were almost stiff and creaked before he slowly put down the brush and pushed the completed secret memorial aside.
Zhizhi stopped her movements wisely and was about to leave when she heard He Xuan speak.
"As I recall, you are over sixteen."
"Yes, my Lord."
Zhizhi was curious and asked why.
He Xuan nodded and took out a set of rouge and powder from the shelf inside the desk. The workmanship was excellent and the materials used were all good.
"You're the youngest of the maids, and I heard your family is struggling, so I don't think you have many decorations. This is what I left when I went shopping for things at the Jade Pavilion last time. I'm giving it to you as a reward for your diligence and dedication."
In fact, the whole set of jewelry was intended for Chen Qin, but it was accidentally left behind, so it happened to be given to Zhizhi now.
He Xuan looked at her. Her rouge-painted cheeks were so radiant that even the most favored imperial concubine in the palace was not as beautiful as her.
Fortunately, it was in the Rongguo Marquis's mansion, in his courtyard. Otherwise, with Zhizhi's crybaby personality, she would have been unable to resist if she was eaten by others.
He Xuan heard Zhizhi's excited smile and said,
"Thank you, my Lord."
Song'er and Bai'er in his courtyard are two years older than Zhizhi. As soon as she turns 20 and leaves the house, Li will arrange a marriage for her.
Zhizhi is neither young nor too young, but it will be a long time before she leaves the house.
It was already late, and he was about to ask Zhizhi to go downstairs to boil water for him to bathe, when he suddenly remembered that it was Bai'er who was serving him.
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