In Jingran Kingdom, there were quite a few women who entered the court as officials or generals.
Qingshan Academy has been actively recruiting talented scholars from all over the world, opening its doors wide to them.
Qingshan Academy has two courtyards, the left courtyard is for men and the right courtyard is for women.
Between the two courtyards was a large open space, surrounded by lush bamboo. Under the eaves in the very center of the courtyard were several bamboo baskets filled with countless letters.
At this moment, in the girls' courtyard, in the girls' study.
Ah Li, dressed in a light green school uniform, sat behind a desk. She slowly put down her brush and waited quietly for the letters on the desk to dry.
Outside the window, sunlight filters through the leaves, mingling with the subtle scent of ink in the room.
Ahri gently got up, walked to the window, and looked at the endless green mountains in the distance.
The original owner of this world dreamed that one day she could use her knowledge to gain a place in Jingran Kingdom and let more people see that women are no less capable than men.
However, her article was impersonated, and the person who topped the list was not her.
Because the top article was posted, and while she wrote the article and the handwriting was also hers, the name wasn't hers; it was Yang Cuie from Qingdu.
That person, like her, came from Qingshan Academy, but her handwriting was simply not presentable.
The original owner went to beat the drum to appeal for justice, but Yang Cuie did not appear; instead, the current crown prince appeared.
The Crown Prince came out with a lot of letters, saying that Yang Cuie had been corresponding with him for a long time, and that the original owner of the body was a liar. Even if she could recite them word for word, it was because she had memorized them all for this day.
Those letters were written by the original owner to her pen pal. She had also made a promise to meet that person when she went to high school.
Now, she has met her pen pal, but he is sitting in the hall while she kneels below.
The original owner wanted to shout, "It was her! She was the one who exchanged letters with him from beginning to end, and she also wrote the article that topped the list!"
But she was gagged, pinned to a bench, and beaten thirty times.
A man might not survive if he is beaten thirty times, let alone a weak woman.
Before the thirty strokes of the cane were even finished, the original owner couldn't take it anymore.
As she was dying, she saw Yang Cuie appear. Her right hand seemed to be injured. The Crown Prince rushed to her side and said, "I can handle this kind of person. You should stay at home and recover from your injury."
Yang Cuie.
The person who used to praise her handwriting and even offered to be her messenger has now taken her place.
She hated it!
After the original owner died, her soul wandered in this world. She watched as Yang Cuie became the Crown Princess. Because of her injured hand, she never held a pen again and wrote a single word.
Reaching the top of the list and becoming the top scholar was of no importance to her; it was merely a stepping stone for her to become the Crown Princess.
However, for the original owner, being at the top of the list was the first step that allowed her to fully display her talents and create a better future for the people.
As a result, everything was ruined by this person!
[Currently, the original owner's corruption level is 99%]
If Ahri hadn't immediately turned back time, her corruption level would have already exploded.
When a soul's corruption level reaches 100%, at best, this energy will remain in the world, affecting more people, making them feel that life is unfair and leading them to corruption; at worst, this energy will transform into a plague.
Fortunately, Ahri rewound time to before everything happened. The original owner... the original owner turned into a little black rabbit, sitting on her desk, munching on a carrot.
Just then, a clear, bell-like laugh rang out. Several female students walked into the courtyard, laughing and joking. They held wildflowers they had just picked from the back hill in their hands, and their faces were beaming with joy.
Yang Cuie was among these people. Instead of flowers, she held several letters. She said to Ali, "Wanli, that person replied to you."
"Cui'e, it's you again who went to get the mail. You must be tired. Is there any for me?"
Yes, we have them all.
"Do you have any for me?"
A group of female students surrounded Yang Cuie to take the letter, and Yang Cuie quickly put the letter on the table.
But her gaze kept falling on Ahri. Wasn't she going to come over?
These correspondences were intended by the headmaster of the academy to allow female and male students to exchange their thoughts on their studies.
None of the letters were signed; the focus was solely on the handwriting. Those with beautiful handwriting and outstanding writing style had a greater chance of being favored.
Of course, if you want to continue communicating and discussing with the other party, you can leave a word, draw a flower, or use your own special mark at the end of the next reply.
The female students who rushed over upon hearing the news opened the envelopes and took out the letters inside. Some contained poems that made people's teeth ache, others expressed alternative views on the articles, and still others shared their academic troubles.
All the letters Yang Cuie had, whether marked or unmarked, were taken away, including the one she wanted to keep.
Yang Cuie became a little anxious, "Wait, there's a letter from Wanli."
“But look at Wanli, she hasn’t come out. I guess she doesn’t want it anymore.”
"How could she possibly refuse? Wanli, come out and say something!"
Yang Cuie hurriedly went to the window and looked at Ali anxiously.
Ali rolled up the three-finger-wide strip of paper on the table and put it into a small bamboo tube. She said, "Hmm, I don't want it anymore. I'm going to try sending messages by carrier pigeon. The Master said that I can go to his place to get a carrier pigeon, so you won't have to go through the trouble of picking up and delivering messages every day."
Yang Cuie said urgently, "Wanli, I don't feel tired, I..."
"No, I don't care what you think, I care what I think. I think you've had a tough time."
Ah Li held the small bamboo tube in her hand, examining the letters held by those people. These letters offered no privacy whatsoever. If someone opened and read something bad, they would be ridiculed, or the letters would be put back in their envelopes and sent back.
Sometimes, some people may not receive a reply.
Of course, this is true not only for women, but also for men.
After Ah Li arrived at the Master's place and registered her name, she received a pigeon with a number tag hanging on its leg.
If the two want to meet, they can come to the teacher and ask for the name of the student who received the carrier pigeon.
The pigeons here were all raised by Master Ren Pingsheng. No matter where the carrier pigeons fly, they will eventually fly back.
Ali tied a small bamboo tube to the pigeon's leg, tossed the pigeon into the air, and it flew away.
Ren Pingsheng was very satisfied with the name Ali had registered: Xiao Wanli. The handwriting was beautiful, and the person herself was also good-looking.
The pigeon flew for a while and landed on the weapon rack in the academy's martial arts training ground, raising its head and cooing twice.
There was only one person in the training ground, a burly and strong man. He glanced at the pigeons, then looked away and continued practicing his sword and spear techniques.
Not long after, the pigeon flapped its wings and flew over the man's head.
A small bamboo tube fell down silently.
The man's eyes sharpened, and he reached out to catch it. He glanced at the small bamboo tube, then put on his clothes and went to find the teacher, Ren Pingsheng.
The sound of students reading aloud could be heard from both academies, rising and falling in waves.
Ren Pingsheng was feeding the pigeons with a small jar of crushed corn in his hand when he looked up and noticed someone approaching. He was quite surprised. "Mr. Li, are you also going to try sending a message by carrier pigeon?"
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