The days always pass by so quickly.
As the weather gets colder, the students of Guangwen Hall also begin to prepare for the verification at the end of the month.
Boys want to enter the officialdom, while girls want to show their talents, which will add a lot of weight to their marriage in the future, or they may be noticed by a family of equal status.
This was a must for the sons of noble families, and even a spoiled girl like Feng Anning had begun to work hard these days. Not to mention Shen Qing and Shen Yue, especially Shen Yue, who spent the entire day in the East Courtyard playing the zither and reciting poetry, hoping to shine again this time.
Shen Yue and Shen Qing were both fifteen, and according to tradition, it was time for them to start looking for a husband. In Mingqi, girls usually married at sixteen, and engagements could begin at fifteen. Shen Qing and Shen Yue were hesitant because their standards were too high. They didn't like the ordinary, but they were a bit ungrateful.
In the end, both families turned their attention to Prince Ding.
Of the nine sons of the late king, only the ninth, Prince Ding, remains unengaged. Still in his early twenties, it's time for him to marry. However, for various reasons, the position of imperial consort remains undecided. As a highly sought-after prospect, Prince Ding will personally serve as the examiner in this examination. Consequently, many daughters are putting in their best efforts, hoping to curry favor with Prince Ding, hoping he'll fall in love with them at first sight.
Shen Miao didn't have this idea.
In her next life, she would still be a woman ignorant of romance. She couldn't compose poetry, play the zither, or dance. She couldn't stand on the stage and discuss court affairs. Furthermore, she simply didn't want anything to do with Prince Ding anymore.
In a past life, Prince Ding had exploited her Shen family, harmed her children, and slaughtered her entire clan. This debt would be exacted sooner or later. Given this blood feud, how could they possibly be husband and wife?
Feng An Ning asked her, "Why aren't you reading? It's almost the end of the month, and if you're going to lose your tail again, wouldn't that make people laugh?" Originally, after Shen Miao fell into the water, she seemed much calmer. She had thought Shen Miao had suddenly become enlightened, but now it seemed that she was no different from before. She was still that stupid and ignorant student.
Shen Miao said: “I can’t understand it anyway, so why waste time.”
Yi Peilan laughed out loud upon hearing this and said sarcastically, "It's like trying to prop up a rotten piece of mud, that's all."
Shen Yue was talking to Shen Qing, pretending not to hear what was said and not helping out. These days, Shen Miao wasn't trying to please them like she used to, and they were feeling quite unhappy. They just wanted to see Shen Miao make a fool of herself.
Shen Miao, however, seemed not to have heard Yi Peilan's words and stood up and said, "I'm going to take a walk in the garden."
After she left, Yi Peilan curled her lips and said, "You ran away because you had nothing to say. You are such a coward."
"Have you said enough?" Feng Anning frowned. "Are you doing well academically?" She had always been somewhat authoritative at Junior High School, and was even more doted on at home. Yi Peilan didn't want to antagonize her, so she fell silent again.
But Shen Miao came to the garden and walked slowly.
Guangwen Hall is also a place of elegance, with a garden of lush trees, bamboos, ponds, and rockeries, all beautifully designed. As soon as you enter, you can smell the fragrance of the forest, a truly relaxing and delightful experience.
She just wanted to be alone for a while. After all, the second-grade students were all young and energetic. In her previous life, she had even been a mother. When she was queen, most of the time, except for the greetings from the concubines, she stayed in her own Fengyi Palace. She was used to the loneliness and emptiness, and she was too lazy to deal with the noisy children, whether it was the ridicule or the taunts.
In the end, I didn't take it seriously.
As I walked, I saw a snow-white glutinous rice ball appear in front of me.
A little girl in an ivory satin gown stood beneath the bamboo. The gown should have been very pretty, but it was somewhat deformed by her round figure. And with the bun still on her head, she looked a bit funny and ridiculous.
"Su Minglang." She said softly.
Upon hearing this, the little guy hurriedly turned around. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes as he looked at Shen Miao. He seemed to want to pounce on her, but he hesitated and stood still, looking at Shen Miao without saying a word.
This child really looked like a little kid of four or five years old. Shen Miao felt a bit of a headache. Could it be that he mistook her for his mother?
Su Minglang looked at Shen Miao, pursed his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but said nothing. Then, his eyes turned red, and he whispered softly: "I'm sorry..."
Sorry? Shen Miao was slightly stunned, then she saw Tuanzi's mouth curled up, and he looked aggrieved and about to cry.
The next second, a lazy voice sounded.
"So it's you."
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