Zhang Xu's face turned pale and then red, but he dared not say anything.
Rong Tingxue left gracefully, and Feng Guang pulled Xianmo's hand, saying, "Let's go back too."
"Hmm." He nodded and walked past Zhang Xu.
Feng Guang felt sorry for him; he had just been punished by standing in the corner and hadn't even had a chance to rest before being cornered for so long. She let go of his hand, floated in front of him, and placed her hands on his face. "Are you feeling unwell?"
"I'm fine." He didn't stop walking, but his eyes softened. He said, "Don't worry."
“You always tell me not to worry, but even if something really happens, you won’t say anything,” she sighed. “How did you become such a taciturn person?”
No, he seemed to have this taciturn personality before.
Xianmo didn't say a word. After a moment, he said, "The Empress can see you."
"Yes... she can see me."
“I can’t.” Xianmo lowered his gaze slightly. “I can’t see the scenery.”
She comforted him, "It's okay if you can't see. I'm just here by Amo's side."
"Why can the Empress see the scenery?"
"Well... I don't know either. All I know is that this Empress is very mysterious, but she is not a bad person." As soon as she saw Zhuo Yun bringing people to block Xian Mo, she didn't have time to think about anything else and could only go to the Empress for help. She wasn't sure if Rong Tingxue would help her, but Rong Tingxue still came.
Xianmo remained silent. After returning to Yihe Palace, he did not rest for long before his tutor arrived. His tutor was an elderly man over fifty years old, who was said to have been the third-ranked scholar in the imperial examinations.
This third-place scholar was an old pedant who, besides teaching Xianmo to write, would only talk about being loyal to the country and sacrificing one's life for it.
Feng Guang was afraid that Xian Mo would be brainwashed, so he kept saying to him, "Don't listen to him. Loyalty to the country doesn't require sacrificing your life. If you really go to the battlefield, you mustn't rush forward headlong."
He nodded silently, and the brush in his hand had already written two large characters on the white paper. After leaving Xianmo with the homework of practicing calligraphy, the old man had already fallen asleep against the wall.
On several of his papers, he wrote the same two words: "scenery".
That's her name.
After admiring the scenery for a while, she couldn't help but feel embarrassed. She poked his cheek and said, "Although I also think my name sounds nice, you don't have to keep writing it."
"If I don't write the names of the scenic spots, I don't know what to write."
"You can also write your own name, and your master General Lan's name too."
"no."
Why not?
Without looking up, he said, "I can't help but doze off."
After a while, he still didn't hear her voice.
"Fengguang, are you still there?"
"I am here."
He then relaxed his brow and continued practicing his calligraphy, saying, "It's good that you're here. Don't let me lose track of your voice."
"Hmm..." She cupped her face in her hands, thinking to herself that if she were using a normal body, she would definitely blush.
As dusk fell, the elderly teacher took his leave, and then it was time for him to relax.
Instead of resting, he carried a bucket of water to the courtyard, where a willow tree that had been transplanted not long ago stood.
He always did the watering of the trees himself; his servants were not allowed to touch them.
Fengguang sat on the tree, smiling as he watched the person watering the plants, feeling a warm glow in his heart.
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