At noon, after Hua Qingcheng went to class, Han Yichen changed his clothes as usual and entered the Imperial College as Xuanqing.
At the first quarter of the morning, Han Yichen, dressed in a red dress and a seductive Xuanqing outfit, also arrived at the academy clinic next to Jinyi Pavilion.
Because of the arrival of "Xuanqing", the Imperial College, from teachers to students, was flooded with people coming to "see a doctor", and most of them had asked for leave.
Although Laifeng is a country where women are respected, it's not just men who admire beauty; women also wish for eternal youth. Xuanqing, besides her superb medical skills, is most famous for her unparalleled "anti-aging technique." The vast majority of people who visit the clinic aren't there to see a doctor, but rather to preserve their youth.
The first class of the day for Class D was a painting class, held in the octagonal building in the front courtyard of the Imperial College. When Han Yichen arrived at the clinic, there were already several long lines forming outside, significantly obstructing his view of the octagonal building's entrance.
"From now on, I will only see twenty people a day, ten in the morning and ten in the afternoon."
Han Yichen, who felt that it was a nuisance to be bothered by these people, winked at the medicine boy beside him. The medicine boy then took out twenty exquisite small wooden signs and distributed them to the twenty people in front of him, and sent the rest away.
Han Yichen, who suddenly felt at peace, looked contentedly at Hua Qingcheng who was painting at the entrance of the octagonal building opposite.
At the entrance of the octagonal building, Hua Qingcheng, who was standing in front of the easel, suddenly stopped painting with the brush in her hand and looked up at the red figure sitting at the entrance of the clinic opposite.
Watching Han Yichen impersonate Xuan Qing so perfectly, Hua Qingcheng couldn't help but twitch her lips. This Sanlang was really working too hard as a "bodyguard," even playing Infernal Affairs! I wonder if his Fourth Master would give him a beating if he found out...
“Bang!”
"My Lady, please don't be distracted in class!"
Bai Yuheng, holding a ruler, slapped Hua Qingcheng on the head.
The ruler was very wide, made of an unknown material, but it was also very flexible. Although Bai Yuheng had deliberately controlled the strength, the blow he used on Hua Qingcheng only sounded loud but didn't actually hurt much, it was still enough to embarrass her.
Wu Chen was about to explode, but Hua Qingcheng stopped him. She had indeed been distracted in class. Bai Yuheng, as a teacher, had done nothing wrong in disciplining her students. This was unlike Aunt Rong, who had come to teach etiquette in the previous etiquette class and tried to deliberately embarrass her.
"Princess, since you have come to the Imperial College, you should study hard so as not to waste the teachers' careful teaching." Before the get out of class ended, Bai Yuheng scolded Hua Qingcheng again.
"Qingcheng remembers it, thank you, Master Bai!" Hua Qingcheng bowed to Bai Yuheng politely, performing the etiquette of a student.
"Your painting skills have improved greatly. Keep learning and keep working hard."
Hua Qingcheng's sudden obedience completely confused Bai Yuheng. All the words of admonition that he had prepared turned into words of encouragement and motivation in the end.
"Qingcheng will follow the Master's teachings!" Hua Qingcheng bowed politely to Bai Yuheng again.
Looking at Bai Yuheng who looked like he was unable to breathe and turned to leave, Hua Qingcheng raised the corners of her lips slightly.
During break time, Anxiang Pavilion.
After ordering the bathing water to be fetched, Zizhu dismissed the servants and advised Bai Yuheng, "Sir, the ceremony for the Emperor of Laifeng to confer the title of Crown Princess upon the Crown Prince is coming soon. After the Third Prince of Zhaoyang marries the Crown Princess, the selection of the Crown Princess's attendant will begin. Why don't you prepare for the election early?"
"This matter... I know my limits. Back off!"
Bai Yuheng waved impatiently at his personal servant.
"Yes, sir!"
After Zizhu left, Bai Yuheng, sitting in the misty bathtub, narrowed his eyes slightly, leaned quietly on the edge of the bathtub, and enjoyed his bath.
Although it was winter, Bai Yuheng still maintained his habit of bathing in the morning, noon, and evening. Because only at this moment could he wash away his fatigue and be himself for a while without distractions.
He wasn't Gongyang Yuheng, the Sixth Prince of Lengyue Kingdom, nor was he a pawn sent by Gongyang Yingyi to steal the secrets of Laifeng Kingdom, nor was he Bai Yuheng, the painting teacher of the Imperial Academy. He was simply himself...
In the second class in the morning, the teacher who came to teach was still Wen Siyin, who had knocked a large number of students asleep.
Under Feng Lingyan's instruction and the after-school tutoring of several husbands, although Hua Qingcheng's performance still did not meet Wen Siyin's expectations, it was still satisfactory.
Hua Qingcheng wasn't a true ancient person, so it was impossible for her to speak in the same jargon as the other students. Furthermore, as someone in a higher position, she needed to learn more about how to be a crown prince and future emperor, as well as the art of employing people. A basic understanding of the fundamentals was sufficient to avoid being blinded; there was no need to delve into every detail.
At noon, Feng Lingyan and Yu Jingyang arrived at the gate of the Imperial College on time to deliver lunch.
Since Han Yichen was still at the Imperial College, it was Si Chengfeng who brought the lunch from the Eastern Palace. As expected, Si Lingyun tried to strike up a conversation with Hua Qingcheng during lunch, just as Si Chengfeng had predicted. However, due to his presence, Si Lingyun couldn't even get a word in.
After having lunch with Wu Chen, Hua Qingcheng asked Feng Lingyan to teach her to play the piano in the carriage of Feng Mansion.
At the same time, Han Yichen, who held the title of Xuanqing, naturally did not need to go to the dining hall in person. Someone brought lunch to him.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Han Yichen, having eaten and drunk his fill, was sitting in front of the Jinyi Pavilion, basking in the sun, when a guard from the Imperial College suddenly arrived with a visiting card. However, the caller wasn't requesting a medical consultation at the Imperial College, but rather an invitation to go to the nearby Tai'an Restaurant.
(First, the Imperial College, as the highest institution of learning in Laifeng State, is a place for cultivating talents, so of course they can't just let anyone in. Second, the Imperial College is crowded and not a good place for conversation.)
Han Yichen had not intended to pay attention to it, but when he saw the description of seeking treatment for gray hair and aging diseases, he immediately guessed that the person who posted the letter must be An Zihao, the noble Lord An.
While Han Shuying's "Ice Soul and Snow Spirit" was powerful, it wasn't without a cure; Young Master Han could certainly treat it. "Beauty Withering" also had an antidote, but since he had gone to such great lengths to give it to An Zihao, it was unlikely he would be so kind as to simply hand it over to him.
To meet or not to meet?
To treat or not to treat?
Han Yichen narrowed his narrow almond-shaped eyes, and after a little thought, the corners of his lips suddenly curled up slightly.
Finally, Han Yichen planned to face An Zihao face to face as Xuanqing. As for curing the disease... of course it was not that easy!
If he doesn't kill this noble Lord An, he wouldn't be named Han...
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