(Seventeen-year-old Hua Qingguo)
Laifeng Kingdom, the eighteenth year of Baofeng, the ninth day of the third month, evening.
The streets of the capital were bustling with people, and the noise was resounding. Everyone was eager to squeeze forward, just to get closer and witness Master Hua's extraordinary grace with their own eyes.
Master Hua, whose real name was Hua Qingguo, was dressed in white, holding a folding fan. He was handsome and graceful, like an immortal. Beneath his heroic sword-like brows, his eyes shone like stars, and the corners of his mouth always wore a faint smile, as warm as the sun.
However, Master Hua's charm extended far beyond his appearance. He displayed remarkable talent at a young age, and at the tender age of three, he was selected to study in the Imperial Academy's gifted class. At the age of twelve, he became the youngest male master in the Imperial Academy's history.
Hua Fuzi possessed a remarkable talent, mastering poetry, song, calligraphy, and painting. His works resemble the melodious sounds of nature, flowing like mountain streams, and possess profound artistic conception. His paintings, like fairyland, possess a unique charm that captivates and captivates. These works have been passed down through the ages, earning widespread acclaim and admiration.
Even more striking was the fact that Master Hua was the current emperor's younger brother, a figure of immense nobility. His appearance caused a stir throughout the capital, with people flocking to the streets to admire his demeanor up close and experience his incomparable aura.
In the crowd, Hua Qingguo, sitting in a carriage, smiled and waved to everyone through the beaded curtain. His eyes were gentle and kind, and his manners were generous and appropriate, which attracted the women's hearts.
Hua Qingguo, who is seventeen years old this year, has become one of the noblemen that the noble ladies in Beijing most want to marry.
The carriage was moving slowly due to the heavy crowd. However, on the streets of the capital, people were so captivated by Master Hua's charm that they were reluctant to leave. They were filled with pride and excitement at having seen this brilliant and distinguished Master Hua in person.
In the carriage, Hua Qingguo smiled bitterly. He could now roughly understand why, even after the Emperor had ruled for so many years, his mentor Feng Lingyan had not restored his original name, but continued to live as Feng Lingqian, the second son of the Feng family.
However, Hua Qingguo also understood that even if he was a loser, the identity of "the emperor's younger brother" alone was enough to make him live in the spotlight for the rest of his life. It was naturally unrealistic to want to keep a low profile.
Back then, when Hua Qingguo worshipped Feng Lingyan as his master, Hua Qingcheng ordered people to buy a large house in the city for Hua Rongsheng and Ye Maochun's wife and husband, named "Hua Mansion", for them to live in when they came to Beijing.
Later, although Hua Qingguo became a teacher at the Imperial College, she did not live in the teacher's quarters of the Imperial College. Instead, she commuted between the Hua Mansion and the Imperial College every morning and evening. It only took about a cup of tea to take a carriage, which was not far.
After leaving the Imperial College, the carriage continued forward.
Finally, the carriage arrived at Hua Mansion.
Hua Qingguo got out of the car and walked into the mansion.
The butler had been waiting for a long time and greeted him respectfully.
Hua Qingguo smiled and asked, "Is there anything going on in the mansion?"
The housekeeper quickly replied, "Everything is fine. It's just that the master is thinking about you, young master, and hopes you will return soon."
Hua Qingguo nodded, and a warm feeling surged in her heart.
"Mom, Dad, I'm back!" Hua Qingguo smiled and walked briskly into the dining room in the front yard.
At this time, the dining table was already filled with sumptuous dishes, emitting an enticing aroma. Ye Maochun was standing in front of the table, busy placing the dishes and chopsticks. When he heard his son's voice, he looked up and a relieved smile appeared on his face.
"Qingguo is back, come and sit down to have dinner." Ye Maochun greeted gently.
Hua Qingguo walked quickly to the dining table, sat down on a chair, then turned to look at her mother Hua Rongsheng beside her.
Hua Rongsheng looked at Hua Qingguo kindly and asked with concern, "How was your day at the Imperial College? Were the students well-behaved?"
Seeing this, Ye Maochun couldn't help but glance at Hua Rongsheng with a look of reproach and gently scolded her, "Mother, you are really something! Your son has been tired all day, and you don't let him rest properly. Now you are talking about the academy during dinner time."
Hua Rongsheng coughed twice awkwardly, then smiled awkwardly.
However, Hua Rongsheng's eyes revealed a hint of dissatisfaction, and then she retorted arrogantly: "Dad, you don't understand, this is a tacit understanding between Qingguo and me. He is a teacher in the Imperial College, and when I was in Huaqiao Village, wasn't I also a teacher to the children? We are both teachers who teach and answer questions, so naturally we have common topics." After saying that, she raised her chin proudly.
Ye Maochun laughed and scolded, "How can this be the same? You, a poor scholar, can compare with our son, a top student at the Imperial College? Our son suffers because he is not a woman. Otherwise, he would definitely be the top scorer!"
"Dad~"
Hua Qingguo smiled and shook her head. "Our mother is truly remarkable. She not only trained a brilliant student and tutor for the Imperial Academy, but she also trained a wise emperor!"
As Hua Qingguo finished speaking, Ye Maochun and Hua Rongsheng smiled at each other, their eyes filled with relief and satisfaction. Although there were bound to be bumps and bruises in their ordinary days, because they had Hua Qingguo as their son, their family life was always filled with warmth and happiness.
After dinner, Hua Qingguo bid farewell to his parents and headed straight for his study to continue his study of the classics. Under the flickering candlelight, he read intently, time slipping away as he turned the pages.
After an unknown amount of time, Hua Qingguo felt a little tired. He raised his head and rubbed his sore eyes.
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