Cheng Ting wiped his face and saw Qi Chang bringing breakfast. He and Wu Jin had big buns stuffed with mutton and tofu soup. Mo Lingfeng drank cold porridge and ate steamed cakes.
Cheng Ting took a piece of steamed cake and tasted it. When he saw the sweet smell, he immediately gave up and concentrated on eating the meat buns.
He was sweating profusely after eating. After eating, he really couldn't wear these clothes, so he had to go to the official room and take off the cross-collar undershirt, wearing only the tunic-collar gown, and fanned himself fiercely.
After drinking a large cup of tea, he immediately launched into an overwhelming narrative, recounting Mo Lingfeng's heroic appearance yesterday with gusto.
Later, he said that after Mo Lingfeng left, Wang Zhizhou's master and the government officials were late, and his father also hurried over and sent Wang Jinghua away with a lot of heavy lifting.
The father and son were only on a united front regarding the Wang family. After the siege was over, they learned that the boy from Mo Fuzhai School was going to compete with Wang Jinghua. Cheng Taishan immediately turned against him and grabbed Cheng Ting's ears and cursed - The son of a dignified prefect, who had also studied in Mofuzhai for so long, was not even as good as a boy!
Speaking of this, Cheng Ting couldn't help but feel lingering fear. Before Qiu Wei, his fate was already like this. If Qi Chang passed Qiu Wei, wouldn't he be beaten to death?
So Cheng Ting burped and said that he must also work hard to survive this autumn.
While he was drinking tea, Mo Lingfeng suddenly asked, "Is Xu Huiran going home with Li?"
Cheng Ting immediately choked on the tea in his mouth. It popped out of his mouth and dripped out of his nostrils. He coughed and said in a hoarse voice: "You, how do you know?"
Mo Lingfeng bared his teeth and smiled: "Learning for fun."
Cheng Ting wiped his face with a handkerchief, and there were two clusters of red on his face. He said nervously: "I have to ask my mother to propose marriage. I can't do it without a reputation. I'm afraid that someone else will rush ahead of me."
Mo Lingfeng shook his head: "No."
Cheng Ting immediately became dissatisfied: "Sister Huiran is so good. Even if she remarries, she will be favored by many people."
"Xu Huiran will not marry again."
Cheng Ting closed his mouth with a "ga", his joy disappeared. After a moment, he comforted himself that it was better not to marry than to marry casually.
He turned around and shouted to Qi Chang. Qi Chang came in to change the tea. Cheng Ting hugged him: "Wu Jin, you have to teach us two well. You are Mr. Zhao's beloved disciple. If you don't teach us well, Two, what he has learned all his life is in your hands. During the holidays, when you burn paper and toast, do you feel guilty? Do you have to get up in the middle of the night and slap yourself twice? "
Wu Jin smiled and nodded: "In that case, don't go back to the state to study. Go and polish your ink and copy "The Great Learning" first."
He stood up and walked to the door: "I'll get the ruler."
Cheng Ting vowed and asked Qi Chang to move tables and chairs into the studio to study. The two of them put out pens, ink, paper and inkstones and started copying books.
Mo Lingfeng went to the second hall. Cheng Ting probably really wanted to learn and studied until lunch.
After eating a sumptuous lunch, his ambition was swept away by drowsiness, his eyelids dropped a little bit, and what he had copied in the morning slipped away from his mind little by little.
After taking a nap in the wing room, he was completely at a loss. He got up in a daze. When he opened the door, he saw that the sky was dark. It was not like it was at noon. He was secretly shocked. He was just taking a nap with his eyes closed. Why? When you wake up, it’s already the next day?
He hurriedly squatted down, picked up the heels, tied the ribbon ring and walked out.
There were heavy shadows on the trees outside, and suddenly a gust of wind blew up, blowing the tree crowns like a tidal wave with great force, and the leaves fell on the roof tiles with a loud noise. It must be raining.
He strode to the door of the school, and just as he was about to enter, he saw three candles lit in the room, illuminating the two people sitting around a table.
Wu Jin and Mo Lingfeng were surrounded by this warm and hazy light. Their eyes were bright and their faces were calm. One was reading, the other was eating and drinking, and their breathing was mingling. Not even a word was superfluous.
The roaring wind and waves outside were superfluous to them. Only the light and green smoke from the candlelight could be charming around them.
Cheng Ting thought of the truth that Wu Jin insisted on that day, took a step back, and walked to the flower hall without breaking the rare silence.
Before he entered the flower hall, he heard someone talking inside, seeming to be talking about where the dinner was. He stood there scratching his head, and then he woke up. He was confused from sleep.
He raised his legs and walked into the flower hall. Inside, along with Qi Chang, stood three young men in Tsing Yi. Seeing Cheng Ting enter, they quickly stopped talking.
One of them came forward to pour tea for Cheng Ting. Cheng Ting drank half of the tea cup and asked Qi Chang: "Why didn't you go to study?"
Qi Chang lowered his head and replied: "Miss Mo said that the villain's knowledge is enough, so just do it as usual. Master Wu said that the villain's handwriting is not good and he needs to practice more frequently."
As he spoke, he recalled Mo Leifeng's expression at that time, and he felt both respect and fear at the same time - it seemed that nothing could escape Mo Leifeng's eyes.
Cheng Ting slowly finished the tea, cleared his throat, and looked at Qi Chang in a different light: "I didn't expect that you would be more knowledgeable than me when you were sitting in the Zhai Academy."
"I don't dare to compete with Third Master."
"Strong means strong," Cheng Ting touched his belly, "The dinners are set separately. Mine is here, and Wu Jin's and your girls' are next door."
Qi Chang responded yes, and the other two servants rushed out.
Cheng Ting felt strange. He looked at Qi Chang, then at the tea cup in his hand, and suddenly laughed: "Qi Chang, you have just been freed from slavery, and before you even take the exam, they are already fawning over you."
In Jiusixuan, Qi Chang has always been the one running up and down. Unexpectedly, overnight, he was also being praised.
His laughter made Qi Chang suddenly blush in embarrassment, as if Cheng Ting had suddenly taken off the clothes he had just put on: "No, no."
"It's okay to fawn over you," Cheng Ting listened to the rumblings outside. "You are also serving in Jiusixuan, but you can read and read, and you can tell that you are knowledgeable enough to listen to them. They are not as good as you."
He pointed at his head again: "Just be careful of other people's compliments. It's like wine, it will erode your body bit by bit."
Qi Chang nodded respectfully.
After dinner, Cheng Ting left without saying goodbye, and thought it would be better to go to Zhouzhou tomorrow - Mo Mansion was so quiet that he could not wake up for a long time.
Mo Lingfeng and Wu Jin, who had also finished eating, came out of Jiusixuan and walked slowly forward from the corridor. One was going to the second hall and the other was going to Shanye Residence. The rain had not fallen yet, but the wind was strong and the wind was blowing. Dispelling the heat of the day,
Wu Jin smelled the smell of agarwood on Mo Lingfeng, which washed away the smell of medicine on her body. Just by smelling it like this, he could think of the scene in the second hall.
It was congested and dull, and the candlelight cast shadows on the wall, all belonging to Mo Qianlan. Because there was no wind, the smoke from the incense burner fell to the ground in large florets, scattering like falling flowers, leaving only The fragrance lingers on the belt.
