After entering the gate of the Imperial College, Hua Qingcheng and Feng Qiyan followed Situ Wanqing's footsteps all the way forward.
The Imperial College covers a large area. After passing through the glazed archway and arriving at the spacious front yard, they saw a magnificent building with red walls, glazed tiles and two rows of stone lions in front of the door.
As autumn faded and winter arrived, the ginkgo leaves in the Imperial College turned yellow. The morning sun shone down, casting specks of silver light, creating a desolate scene within the courtyard. Hua Qingcheng, Feng Qiyan, and Situ Wanqing continued their journey for about a cup of tea before finally reaching the backyard.
Feng Qiyan's gifted class was the first to arrive, at Yuxiu Building. Then Hua Qingcheng followed Situ Wanqing to Lingzhi Building.
When Hua Qingcheng was about to step in, Situ Wanqing couldn't help but say awkwardly, "Sister-in-law, this is the teaching building for the Tian class. The classroom for the Zi class you are in is in the Mingde Building at the back."
It turns out that classes at the Imperial College are divided according to academic performance: the Tian class is for students with good grades, and the Di class is for students with poor grades. These are further divided into four classes, A, B, C, and D, from best to worst.
Hua Qingcheng's class is Class D (the class for poor students), which is mostly composed of uneducated and uncultured girls who got in through the influence of their ancestors or connections.
However, even if you were admitted through some channels, in the Imperial College, everything was based on qualifications (grades), and there was no discrimination based on your status. For someone like Hua Qingcheng, who was admitted without even taking the exam, of course, she could only be in the worst class.
"Okay!"
Hua Qingcheng waved her hand nonchalantly at Situ Wanqing. She was only here to study, after all, on orders, not on her own accord. Then, Hua Qingcheng left Lingzhi Tower and headed towards Mingde Tower.
Comparing her ID card used to enter and exit the Imperial College, Hua Qingcheng quickly found her location in Class D, which was indeed at the very edge.
After entering the classroom, Hua Qingcheng glanced around and saw that the people who were originally chattering and noisy suddenly quieted down after seeing Hua Qingcheng coming.
The classroom for Class D had five groups, each with six desks, and was already nearly full. Seeing that the last two desks in Group 5 were still empty, Hua Qingcheng walked over to the last one and sat down.
When Hua Qingcheng first entered, she noticed that there were actually male students in the class, which was beyond her expectations. While there weren't many, only a handful, it was still quite astonishing. Hua Qingcheng thought to herself that Laifeng Country must be a country with relatively open-minded people. (Some were royal relatives or legitimate sons of the nobility, while others were students from countries where male chauvinism was prevalent.)
“Dang! Dang! Dang!”
At noon, the class bell rang on time.
The first class was etiquette. Before the teacher came in, a blue figure rushed in. After quickly scanning the classroom, the person went to the empty seat in front of Hua Qingcheng and sat down.
"My dear sister, are you happy to see that your brother is here too?"
Wu Chen, who was wearing a blue robe of the same color as Hua Qingcheng's top, flicked the blue scarf on his head and raised his eyebrows slightly at Hua Qingcheng.
"Flower Monk? Why are you here?"
First it was Feng Qiyan, then Wu Chen. Hua Qingcheng felt as if she was not here to go to school, but to play.
"Good sister, of course I am here to protect you and prevent you from being bullied." Wu Chen covered his mouth with his hand and whispered in front of Hua Qingcheng.
The two of them whispering to each other immediately attracted the attention of their classmates, who all cast contemptuous glances at them. After all, this was a country where women were respected, and even if they were classmates, there was a difference between men and women. Such intimacy was against etiquette.
"The Master is here!"
Seeing a middle-aged woman with a serious face walking into the classroom door, Hua Qingcheng quickly turned Wu Chen's head back.
"My name is Rong, and I am the palace's governess. From today on, I will be teaching you the etiquette portion of your etiquette lessons."
Rong Mama glanced leisurely at Hua Qingcheng, who was sitting at the end of the fifth group, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly. "The master has instructed us to punish this person to death..."
"I see a new face. I presume it's the newly enrolled Princess. However... once you've entered the Imperial College, there's no distinction between status and position; we're all students. Our Laifeng Kingdom has always respected teachers. Do you have any objections to this, Princess?"
"Of course, Master, please do as you please."
Hua Qingcheng, who was picked on the moment she arrived, looked at Rong Mama with great interest. Hua Qingcheng was considered a top student in modern times. As long as she was not asked to write calligraphy, she would not believe that these things could stump her.
"Very good, Your Highness's eagerness to learn is commendable and worthy of emulation."
Rong Mama glanced at Hua Qingcheng and continued, "Now I will teach you how to kneel and bow. This kneeling ceremony is divided into three types: Jishou, Dunshou, and Kongshou. This is called 'correct bowing'."
"Now I'll demonstrate it to you. To perform the kowtow ceremony, we must kneel on the ground with our knees bent, supporting ourselves with our left hand on our right. Then, we slowly bow our heads to the ground, pausing for a long moment. Our hands must be in front of our knees, and our head behind our hands. This is the most important part of the 'Nine Bows'."
"Okay, please come down and do it once, Princess!" Rong Mama said expressionlessly.
hehe……
Hua Qingcheng smiled slightly when she heard this.
Goodness, it turns out he is waiting for her here!
However, before Hua Qingcheng could decide whether to pretend to have a sore hand or a sore foot to deal with the situation, someone had already taken action faster than her.
The fingers in Wu Chen's wide sleeves in the seat in front of Hua Qingcheng moved slightly, and then he selected the little finger of his right hand by counting "good sister loves me, good sister doesn't love me".
Then Wu Chen gathered his energy a little, concentrated his inner strength on the little finger that had the honor to vent the anger for his "good sister", and used the Pingyang Finger twice in succession, directly hitting Rong Mama's knee.
With two wailing cries of "Ouch, ouch," Rong Mama immediately fell to her knees, facing Hua Qingcheng. Then, tragically, Rong Mama discovered that her legs suddenly ached so much that she couldn't walk. Finally, Rong Mama had no choice but to ask her students to call the Supervisor and have them carry her down to rest.
"Flower Monk, you really are my lucky star!"
Hua Qingcheng couldn't help but smile. She had just seen Wuchen's little gesture, in one word: handsome!
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