Chapter 202 The Fake Daughter of the Imperial Palace 8
Royal...
Gongzu Ling sighed inwardly. Three princes were sent to study at Qiushan Academy in succession, making the academy more and more famous.
Everyone praised Qiushan as the best academy in the world. Even the royal family admired it. It would definitely train a generation of emperors in the future, and his grandfather Zu Ling would also become the emperor's teacher.
But who has thought about the risks involved?
Being too deeply involved with the royal family is not a good thing.
Especially now that the fight for the crown prince has gradually surfaced, if you take a wrong step carelessly, you could end up with total destruction.
The higher you climb, the harder you fall.
Gong Zuling thought of the figure he had just vaguely glimpsed. He had never seen him before, and he was of this age...
"Is it the Fourth Prince?"
"That should be it." Shao Xin smiled faintly: "But there may be more than one person."
There were five carriages in total, and he had noticed that the guard went to the last carriage carrying the things and was picked up by a woman who looked like a nanny.
"Looking at the direction, if nothing unexpected happens, he should be heading to Tzu Chi Temple. I think he is traveling with his female relatives."
Apart from the Queen, the only other person who could have the Fourth Prince accompany her in person was Her Royal Highness the First Princess, whose fame spread throughout the world.
Shao Xin looked back and saw that the road was empty and there was no trace of the convoy.
The eldest princess?
Gong Zu Ling nodded, agreeing with this statement: "It seems that I was thinking wrongly. Women are soft-hearted and more likely to see the suffering of other women. They are naturally more compassionate to children."
Shao Xin nodded slightly: "The princess is kind-hearted."
Gong Zuling looked at him with a smile and said, "Qiming is now at the age to get married. Have you thought about what kind of wife you want in the future?"
Qiming is the name he gave to Shao Xin, which has a similar meaning to "Xin", and also expresses his good wishes for him as a teacher.
I hope he can be open-minded, sensible and a positive person.
I also hope that he can have a bright future.
"Teacher, please don't tease me. I haven't completed my studies yet, so there's no rush to get married."
Shao Xin helped Gong Zuling get on the carriage. His every move was dignified and graceful, like a gentleman, and he looked like a handsome young man in this corrupt world.
Gong Zu Ling was both delighted and sighed as he saw his favorite student. He was good in every way except for one thing.
That is, his biological mother died early, and he had a young stepmother at home. Although it did not affect him in any way, his marriage was inevitably delayed.
"If you have someone you like, just tell me and I will send someone to propose marriage."
Gong Zuling patted his hands and said seriously: "Once a teacher, always a father. I think I can still make this decision."
Shao Xin was stunned, then slowly smiled: "Listen to the teacher."
While the master and disciple were chatting as they headed for the capital, Su Youran and his group had already arrived at Ciji Temple.
After kneeling down to worship the Buddha and praying for amulets for Su Tiangang, Xue E, and his elder and second brothers, it was already noon.
After a simple vegetarian meal, Su Youran felt a little tired and prepared to go back to her room for a nap.
The temple has guest rooms specially provided for pilgrims to rest. Today, knowing that the royal family was coming, they closed the gate early and did not allow anyone else to come up. The guest rooms were also cleaned over and over again, trying to make them as spotless as possible.
Su Jingxi couldn't help but mutter:
"I should have told you to take a sedan chair up the mountain earlier, but you insisted on walking. I wonder if your feet are rubbed raw or your ankles are sore?"
"It is better to walk than to ride in a sedan chair. I cannot be careless in seeking talismans for my father, the emperor and my mother."
Su Youran stuck out her tongue and smiled sweetly, “It’s okay, don’t worry about Fourth Brother. I’ll ask Madam Wei to massage me when we get back.”
Su Jingxi wanted to say more, but Su Jingan pulled him back:
"Since Ran'er is tired, let her rest early. We can go down the mountain after she has rested."
The men's and women's rooms are separate, one on the east side of the temple and the other on the west side, with a considerable distance between them to ensure strict separation between men and women.
Su Youran returned to her room and, with the help of the palace maids, removed her hairpins and outer garments. She was left wearing only a light pink undershirt with the collar slightly open, allowing a vague glimpse of a bellyband of the same color underneath.
She was wearing a pair of white underpants. The silk fabric was very smooth and you could see the ripples of light as she walked. Her slender white skin was faintly visible, adding a bit of charm.
The maids serving around her couldn't help blushing. The princess was becoming more and more charming, and there was nothing imperfect about her.
Su Youran sat on the brocade couch. All the bedding had already been replaced with ones made in the palace.
One of the five carriages was specially filled with utensils she used in daily life, even ornamental vases.
The clothes alone filled up an entire box, and if you didn't know, you would have thought he was going on a long journey.
"Your Highness, be careful not to catch a cold."
Nanny Wei tucked the corners of the quilt for her. Tzu Chi Temple is located on the top of the mountain, and the temperature is lower than at the foot of the mountain.
"Um."
Su Youran lay on her side, her left hand supporting her cheek as she leaned sideways. Her dark hair was scattered like clouds and her eyes were half closed. She responded in a low voice:
"Madam, please go and have a rest. I don't need anyone here for the time being."
Nanny Wei knew that His Highness was not used to having anyone around him when he went to bed, so she agreed and left with the palace maids.
The room was silent for a moment. The soothing incense was burning quietly, with wisps of smoke rising and a faint fragrance lingering. It was peaceful and harmonious, like a paradise.
I don't know how long it had been, but the window suddenly made a slight "click" sound, like raindrops hitting it, or as if it was blown by the breeze.
The person who was already fast asleep on the couch frowned slightly and shuddered his shoulders, as if he felt the cold.
Zong Zhenghao, who had just climbed in, quickly closed the window tightly, leaving no gap.
He first glanced at the furnishings in the room, his eyes lingering on the vase and incense burner in the corner for a few seconds, then looked at the teacup on the table.
Zong Zhenghao tiptoed over, picked up one and examined it carefully, especially the mark on the bottom of the cup.
Imperial product?
Zong Zhenghao's eyes flickered, and he turned around again to look at the person on the couch.
The little guy is sleeping soundly, with thick and long eyelashes like a palm-leaf fan drooping quietly like a butterfly perching, and his cheeks are rosy from sleeping, as beautiful as a blooming crabapple flower.
Her bright red lips were naturally closed, as if she was dreaming about something pleasant, and there was a hint of joy at the corner of her mouth.
Zong Zhenghao couldn't help but be fascinated by the sight. It seemed that the person in front of him was not a beautiful girl, but a monster that could bewitch people and lure them into the abyss.
As if possessed by some mysterious force, he walked over step by step.
The person on the couch happened to move slightly, and the quilt slipped from her shoulders, revealing a piece of skin as white as milk, which glowed in the dim room.
Zong Zhenghao's steps paused, not daring to move, but his breathing gradually became rapid.
Who is she, a mountain monster?
Is she...real, or just a dream he imagined?
Zong Zhenghao stood there in a daze for a while before he slowly walked to the side of the couch and squatted down. He carefully extended a finger and lightly touched the cheek of the person on the couch, as if to verify whether she really existed.
The touch under his hand was soft, smooth and delicate, as tender as a piece of tofu. Zong Zhenghao rubbed it with his fingers once, and then again.
Warm, her skin is warm!
He once again carefully examined the person on the couch, from his eyebrows to his fingers, not missing a single detail.
Time passed by, and the calming incense burned out. Su Youran moaned and slowly opened her eyes. A figure swayed in front of the bed. It was...
"Mammy?"
Nanny Wei hurried forward and helped her sit up:
"Your Highness is finally awake. You slept so soundly that the Fourth Prince has sent people to ask about you twice. He was worried that you might be feeling unwell."
Su Youran covered her lips with her hand and yawned slightly:
"Perhaps it's because the temple is quiet, or maybe it's because it's close to the Buddha and the people are at peace. I actually felt that I slept better than in the palace."
The original tiredness and soreness were gone, as if someone had massaged me while I was sleeping.
"Maybe it's because of the new incense."
Madam Wei squatted down to put on her shoes. Because the prince slept well, her eyebrows and eyes were more relaxed:
"This is from Liang Guoyun. If Your Highness thinks it is good, you can use it in the future."
“It’s a lot of money, isn’t it?”
Su Youran stood up and stretched her body slightly. When she heard the word "Liangguo", she raised her eyebrows:
"We don't have any trade with Daliang yet, so it shouldn't be easy to travel back and forth."
In theory, Daliang is stronger than Dayin. More than a decade ago, before she was born, there were three countries on this continent:
Daliang, Dayong, which is the previous dynasty of today's Dayin, and the destroyed and no longer existent Dongwu Kingdom.
Dayong was in constant turmoil and was eventually overthrown by her father Su Tiangang, who established Dayin.
At that time, Daliang was in the process of annexing Dongwu. When the war was over, Dayin needed to recuperate and rebuild. Daliang also had to digest and reorganize the remaining forces of Dongwu and appease the people.
Thus, the two sides reached a delicate balance. In order to prevent the invasion of Daliang's forces, Su Tiangang implemented a policy of "closing the country" and cut off all civil exchanges with Daliang.
It was not until recent years that the policy was slightly relaxed, and some bold and adventurous businessmen began to resell between the two places.
You know what, the benefits here are really huge.
"As long as Your Highness likes it, it's worth it no matter how much it costs."
Nanny Wei personally helped Su Youran wash her hands and face, looking matter-of-fact:
"Your Highness, if this little incense can satisfy you, it is the good fortune of the incense maker."
Su Youran smiled faintly and said nothing, her mind still on the beam.
As Daliang completely absorbed Dongwu, the stability of the border that had been maintained for more than a decade might soon be in jeopardy.
She sighed secretly, sat down in front of the dressing table, looked at herself in the mirror, who had just woken up and still had a hint of spring in her body, and waved to the maid beside her as if she remembered something:
"Bring me the finest brush."
"Your Highness?"
Nanny Wei behind her was helping her to tie up her hair delicately and looked over at her in confusion. Su Youran smiled mysteriously and took the brush. She dotted some rouge directly into the rouge box and then began to draw little by little on her forehead in front of the mirror.
“Does it look good?”
Su Youran changed into a pink dress and turned to smile at Wei Ma. Between her eyebrows was an extremely bright and dazzling peach blossom.
Wang Zao once chanted in "Drunk Flower Soul":
"The beauty's plum-shaped forehead is half exposed through the gap in the curtain of the small boat, and the green clouds are low and the flowers are reflected like carvings."
It can be seen how much a touch of red plum blossoms between eyebrows can seduce people. When the red plum blossoms are replaced by more beautiful peach blossoms, the seduce index will only increase.
Her skin is as white as snow, her brows are as red as fire, she is extremely graceful and unparalleled, just like a beauty that can captivate the whole country.
Nanny Wei was speechless for a long time. Who else in this world could be worthy of her prince?
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I'm sorry, my dears, I can't update twice today. The first story has been shortened to over 40 chapters. I have to revise it as soon as possible and apply to unlock it.
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