A Cai's work: The Emperor's Phoenix: The Godly Doctor and the Abandoned Concubine The Emperor's Phoenix: The Godly Doctor and the Abandoned Concubine Volume 1 Extra 100 The Prince is Like Jade, the Beauty is Heartfelt

At that time, I was young, wearing thin spring clothes, riding a horse and leaning on a sloping bridge, with red sleeves waving all over the building.

One by one, they stopped arguing and dared not to provoke trouble again.

It’s not that they don’t fight, but…

They simply can't win!

How could one not be discouraged when he couldn't even win against a blind man? What was even more discouraging was that Wang Jinling had done nothing, yet he had a group of supporters in the academy. Even the senior brothers who were older than them were very caring towards Wang Jinling, the youngest junior brother...

They targeted Wang Jinling. In the early days, Wang Jinling would pay attention to them and let them go home in defeat. But later...

Wang Jinling didn't even have to do anything, his supporters were able to ridicule this group of people until they felt ashamed.

No matter how knowledgeable you are, you can’t beat a blind man.

No matter how your family background changes, you can’t compete with a blind man.

Even if I compete with you in terms of popularity, I still can’t beat a blind man.

How can this not discourage people?

They didn't want to give up, but when three months later, the Palace Master announced that he would accept Wang Jia Dalang as his personal disciple, what else could they do?

Not to mention the Palace Master, even an ordinary great scholar looks down on them. How can they compare with Wang Jinling?

I’m convinced!

Those who were dissatisfied with Wang Jinling were now completely convinced.

So what if he is blind? What a blind man can do, these people with eyes cannot do. What is there for them to fight about?

Put yourself in their shoes. If they were Wang Jiadalang, who was born blind, even if they didn't give up on themselves, they couldn't live as carefree as Wang Jiadalang...

There were many students in Jixia Academy who once asked Wang Jinling what his study method was. Wang Jinling once said with a smile: "I can't see, my mind is not distracted, and I concentrate on it."

It was because of this sentence that the Palace Master announced in advance that he would accept Wang Jinling as his disciple.

The Palace Master thought that what Wang Jinling said made sense, and that Wang Jinling could concentrate on studying without being influenced by the outside world.

Many people heard Wang Jinling's words and covered their eyes with black cloth, and then let the book read to them while they listened to the book...

It’s true that when you can’t see, it’s actually easier to calm down and not be affected by the outside world.

Wang Jiadalang became a student of Jixia Academy, but his name was still not decided, until one day...

The head of the Jixia Academy hosted a banquet for great scholars from various countries and royal nobles, and introduced Wang Jinling to everyone. That day...

Wang Jinling shines.

That day, Wang Jinling impressed everyone with his talent and grace...

That day, Wang Jinling's name was decided. The word "Ling" was popular, but...

His grandfather couldn't see it.

That year, Wang Jinling was sixteen years old, as white as jade and as beautiful as bamboo, already a handsome young man...

That year, Wang Jia Dalang's name was decided, and he returned home for the second time after six years away.

The first time was when he saw his grandfather off.

The sixteen-year-old Wang Jinling had already shown his talent. When he returned to Dongling, he did not rush back to the Wang family. Instead, he took his servant to stroll the streets of the capital...

A green dress and a jade hairpin, the simplest outfit, but when worn by Wang Jinling, it has a different flavor, cool and clear, and gentle like jade, which are obviously two completely different qualities, but appearing on Wang Jinling at the same time, it is so harmonious...

"Who is that boy? He's so handsome." On the street, when someone saw Wang Jinling, both men and women would stop and couldn't help but look at him again and again...

"What a handsome young man! There is actually such a person in the capital. Why haven't we seen him before?"

"Yulang, Yulang's appearance is just like this..."

"What a handsome boy! If he would look at me, I would be willing to die."

"Whose boy is this?"

A luxurious sedan stopped nearby. A beautiful girl curiously lifted the curtain and looked in the direction everyone was pointing. At this glance...

Then she lost her heart.

"Mother, mother...I will only marry him from now on."

"Little girl, how old are you? Why are you thinking about getting married?" The girl's mother tapped her forehead lightly without any intention of blaming her.

That young man... was indeed a good person. Others didn't know, but she knew it. This young man was Wang Jinling, the eldest son of the Wang family, who was famous in the four countries and nine cities.

If my daughter could marry that young man, she would definitely be happy in her life.

The mother and daughter were not the only ones who thought this way. The women from ordinary families could only look up to him because they knew very well that this young man was noble and extraordinary, and they could never dream of him...

The girls from powerful and noble families were all thinking in their hearts how to marry this young man.

Walking in spring, apricot blossoms blow all over my head. Who is the young man on the road who is so romantic? I want to marry him and spend my life with him. Even if he abandons me mercilessly, I will not be ashamed.

Wang Jinling didn't know that he was just walking on the street, but he attracted a crowd of onlookers. Those who watched him were very measured and watched from a distance. No one dared to come forward...

This banished immortal-like figure was about to disturb him, and what should he do if he left on a cloud?

Occasionally, a voice reached Wang Jinling's ears, and Wang Jinling just smiled. He knew that his appearance attracted many people's attention, but as long as these people did not affect his life, he did not care how others looked at him...

He is Wang Jinling, and he lives for himself.

His grandfather once walked through the streets and alleys of the capital city with him when he was young...

At that time, his elderly grandfather put on a coarse cloth coat and dressed him up as a farm boy. He insisted on carrying him on his back to tour the capital despite others’ dissuasion…

Lying on his grandfather's not-so-strong shoulders, Wang Jinling understood for the first time that there is a kind of emotion that can warm a person's whole body...

Wang Jinling, who had never wanted anything, got what he wanted for the first time, but unfortunately, he didn't keep it.

Grandfather said that this was what grandma wanted. When she was alive, grandma always talked about carrying her eldest grandson on her back to visit the capital and eat the snacks of the capital, so that the eldest grandson of the Wang family could also enjoy the happiness of an ordinary child.

In a family like theirs, the elders’ love for the younger generation is never expressed by hugging them, but by giving them gifts, precious but cold treasures…

Just like his parents gave him the best of everything they had, everything his parents gave him was priceless, but...

In Wang Jinling's opinion, all those things combined were not as good as a hug from his grandfather, nor as good as his grandfather holding him on his lap and reading to him, not to mention that his grandfather was old but still carried him on his back while traveling around the capital...

Young masters in families like theirs rarely read books by themselves because it hurts their eyes. When they were starting to learn to read, most of them asked their servants to read to them, over and over again, and they just listened...

He also had a servant, but before he was ten, his servant was of no use at all. His grandfather held him on his knees and read to him until he was five years old...

When he was five years old, he was placed in front of a small desk. Then he bent down, held his book, and taught him to write over and over again.

He was blind and could never write well, but his grandfather never got angry. He held his hand and copied his hand over and over again, never getting tired of it even after hundreds of times.

In order to help him write well, I specially found templates for him to practice calligraphy for blind people.

His grandparents were the people he respected the most in his life, and the people he wanted to see the most in his life. Unfortunately, he never got to see his grandparents in his life...

My dear son, you deserve the best...