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Chapter 9 Golden Osmanthus
At the end of August, Rong Jian originally planned to let Mingye return to the guardhouse, so as to achieve his original intention of gradually staying away.
But after what happened last time, Xie Dushi probably felt that he had offended the princess and needed to please him more, so he suggested very thoughtfully that he could choose another talented person with a handsome appearance, a superior family background, a gentle personality, and knowledgeable knowledge.It can not only protect the princess, but also relieve boredom.
It's not like choosing a bodyguard, but more like a sales pitch.
Rong Jian: "...you don't have to."
This Xie Dushi didn't know what kind of person he would find, and if he said some nonsense words at that time, the consequences would be disastrous.
It's better for Akino, handsome, taciturn, very reliable, and will bring snacks, and the alienation can be gradually figured out.
On the first day of school in September, Rong Jian was so sad that he almost overturned his homework.
It can't go on like this, and it's not a problem to pretend to be sick all the time.
Rong Jian is determined to solve this matter thoroughly.
After class at noon, when Rong Jian was still packing up his things and thinking about what to do next, several students came up to him.
The leading female classmate was wearing a red gauze dress, she looked cute, she seemed to be the most courageous, and asked amidst the push and push of the classmates: "The fan that your highness used last time, my daughter thinks it is very novel, and I want to try it too..With the liberty of disturbing Your Highness, may I ask the courtiers to use such a fan as well?"
Rong Jian was startled, and it took him a while to realize that they were referring to the fan that Ming Ye made last time to cover his disappearing lip balm.
So there is a moment of distraction.
The younger girls are not so bold, and they mustered up their courage to come forward to ask. Seeing that Rong JIan did not answer, it was unavoidable that she was a little scared. Chen Xinxue also hesitated and said: "It is the minister who offended Your Highness..."
Rong Jian said: "It's nothing, if you like it, you can use it as you like."
The group of students thanked them happily and then stepped back.
Rong Jian was also happy for a moment, but in the end he was still full of worries and went to the room behind Ning Shizhai.
He is looking for someone.
Today I am learning Ci, and the teacher is an old gentleman who is over seventy years old.The old man's surname is Cheng, he was originally the Imperial College Jijiu, and also the professor of Ning Shizhai, in charge of the affairs of the two studies in the palace.
Rong Jian walked to the room and knocked on the door.
The person inside replied, "Come in."
Rong JIan pushed the door and entered.
Mr. Cheng taught all morning and did not rest in the afternoon. He was still compiling new books in the side hall.Hearing someone coming, he raised his head and squinted his eyes to see that it was Rong JIan.
He lowered his head again, and asked casually: "Your Highness, is there something wrong with your studies?"
Rong Jian took a deep breath and said: "Sir, the student has studied poetry for many years, but seeing the vastness of the country, he wants to go to Yangfuzhai to study classics, history, policy theory, and understand the life and death of all people in the world."
"I beg your permission, sir."
This statement was earth-shattering, Mr. Cheng put down the book in his hand, and looked at Rong Jian.
This is the decision that Rong Jian came to after thinking for a long time.
Learning is a must.
But the results of the original body cheating are really good. As an illiterate, Rong JIan is beyond the reach, so he can only think of other ways.
As for the study in the palace, apart from Ning Shizhai, there is also Yangfuzhai for men, where they learn a collection of classics and history, policies for governing the country, and the six arts of a gentleman.
Rong Jian wants to transfer there.The long princess has never learned these things, and even if she doesn't learn well, it will be justifiable, and it is not a collapse of human design.
The old gentleman was silent for a moment, and then said: "Your Highness is a descendant of the royal family. He has the world in his heart, and he is a blessing for all people. If it is someone else, there is no need to say more, and the old man has nothing to say."
Speaking of this, the old man paused, his white hair, his face was weathered, and he was getting old.
Rong Jian knows that although his lectures are boring, he is rich in knowledge and knows the world. He can be called an encyclopedia of human figures, a teacher of the world, and is admired by thousands of students.
The old gentleman continued: "But the long princess has a distinguished status and is different from ordinary people. At this time, I still have to report to Your Highness."
Rong Jian's heart sank.
But he also knew he couldn't force it.After all, this matter is neither big nor small.When Yuanchen was a child, he was threatened by the emperor when he played with a wooden sword.Who knows if the emperor will feel threatened again when he learns to change classes, and then he will be charged with crimes and implicate Ning Shizhai's husband.
Rong Jian said: "Mr. is very right, students should report to His Majesty first, and then think about it."
And this trip was not fruitless, at least Mr. Cheng did not object.
After Rong Jian left, a person came out from behind Duobao Pavilion, and he asked: "Since Your Highness the long princess has such intentions, why doesn't Your Highness agree to come down?"
Old Mr. Cheng sighed. He is old enough to know how dangerous the struggle for imperial power is, and he doesn't want to get involved: "Zeqing, this statement is wrong."
In ordinary times, women cannot be emperors.But if Rong Ning was alive at that time, or Rong JIan had reached the age of being familiar with personnel affairs, it might not be impossible for him to be pushed to that position.
Rong JIan wants to abandon poetry and poetry, and the meaning contained in it is extraordinary from the perspective of state governance.
Qi Zeqing, Mr. Qi from another class, was a student in the first year of Tianjing, and was hand-picked by Rong Shihuai to become a Jinshi: "I think back then that the late emperor was still around, what a magnificent figure, His Highness inherited the late emperor's blood, but......In recent days, it seems that some benevolent and unrestrained demeanor can be seen again."
Before Rong Shihuai was alive, Da Yin had just gone through the chaos of war, and he was also thriving.As soon as the consort emperor came to the throne, he abolished many of the previous emperor's decisions. Over the years, the people's livelihood has declined, and the court has become more and more chaotic.
Mr. Cheng shook his head: "The late emperor left too early."
Qi Zeqing said: "Your Highness may not be unable to do something. At least, when she gives birth to a prince..."
Mr. Cheng said solemnly: "Speak carefully. Zeqing, when walking in the palace, be careful."
The dynasties changed and the imperial power fell, he didn't care about these anymore, he only wanted to teach and educate people.
But is teaching just for learning?
No, after all, we still want to rule the country for the officials and benefit the people.
Cheng Zhili raised his head and looked out of the window, feeling that his eyesight was so dim that he couldn't even see the shape of the sun clearly.
After coming out of the side hall, Rong Jian couldn't help feeling depressed.
In the end, he still couldn't escape meeting the acting emperor.
How would he convince this ruthless, sensitive, suspicious, cheap dad that the change of school and class is just because he is not interested in the current course, rather than coveting the family fortune?
The main reason is that there is nothing to take in this country.A few years later, the Jiangnan salt tax case involved more than a hundred officials from several aristocratic families. The whole country was shocked, wars broke out again, and the world changed hands.
And the next owner...
Rong Jian turned his head and saw Ming Ye, the still inconspicuous guard standing outside the corridor.
Things are unpredictable.
Everyone has their own destiny, after transmigrating into the book, Rong saw that he didn't have any ambitions, he just wanted to live.
However, Rong Jian suddenly remembered another thing.
He walked towards the corridor and stopped beside Ming Ye.
No one is around.
very good.It is suitable to do something that cannot be known to outsiders.
Akino looked up at him.
Rong Jian took out something from the kit: "Thank you, it has been washed."
It was a lip veil borrowed from Mingye a few days ago.
Rong Jian doesn't know much about the ancient rules, but at least he has been swayed by film and television works, and knows that in ancient times, men and women should not give those handkerchiefs and other gadgets.
Therefore, the veils that were stained with lip balm and obviously did not belong to him could not be washed by the court ladies.
But Rong Jian wants to wash it by himself, and the time is hard to find.Who dares to let the princess do things by herself?If Aunt Zhou or other mothers saw her, she might have another fit.
Rong Jian found a day when no one was around, and asked the little maid to deliver hot water.Rong Jian lost his parents since he was a child and has a strong ability to take care of himself. Once he transmigrated a book, he had to wear complicated and heavy skirts every day. Unexpectedly, in a hurry, washing a handkerchief could knock over the spices on the table.It can only be done.
As a result, the scent of the handkerchief after washing was so strong that it was almost pungent, and Rong JIan left it to dry for several days.In order to avoid being discovered by others, he smoked the same cinnamon himself.
In this way, it is difficult to pack up the borrowed things and prepare to return them to their original owners.
When taking out the handkerchief, Rong Jian was stunned for a moment, how could this be?
He obviously ironed it with a hot teacup yesterday, but why is it still wrinkled today.
Akino didn't seem to care about that, looked down at Rong Jian, and asked, "Do you use this kind of incense for all the clothes in the palace?"
Of course, Rong Jian couldn't say that it was a small accident that happened during the process of doing it by himself, so he said "uh" vaguely: "Do you hate it?"
If he hates it, he takes it back to dry.
Akeno would never allow himself to be contaminated with any scent, because it would reveal his whereabouts and leave traces.
But Rong JIan is different.
His wrists, fingertips, cheeks, hair, the skirt on his body, every inch of his skin seemed to be filled with the same smell as this clean old veil.
Very sweet osmanthus aroma.
Ming Ye took the handkerchief and said calmly, "I don't hate it."
Then, his hands were also stained with the same breath.
The author has something to say:
Low EQ: Don't hate it
High EQ: (Pick it up) (Accept it) (Hey Ming Ye, what does it smell like on you)
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