Zhao Ding stood aside hehehe.
My eldest nephew's brain is really...
Well, let’s not talk about it anymore…
The uncle and nephew seemed to each other...
Zhao Chongyuan glared at Zhao Qingzhan angrily, waved his hand and said, "Go down."
"yes."
Zhao Qingzhan responded honestly.
Although Zhao Ding felt a little unhappy in his heart, he finally gave up.
Follow Zhao Qingzhan and walk outside Kunning Palace.
"Remember to report to the Imperial College tomorrow."
Looking at Zhao Ding's back as he was about to leave.
Zhao Chongyuan couldn't help shouting.
"knew."
Zhao Ding rolled his eyes and waved his hand lazily behind him.
After Zhao Ding left.
"I don't know what evil I have done to end up with such a traitor."
Zhao Chongyuan let out a long sigh, like a deflated rubber ball, glanced at Queen Ma sitting aside, and said helplessly: "Ruying, what on earth do you think Lao Jiu, the little bastard, has in his head? Isn't he just marrying someone?" A wife who makes him look like I hurt him."
"Maybe the strong melons really aren't sweet?"
Queen Ma sighed leisurely.
"What a twisted melon is not sweet after all."
Zhao Chongyuan looked at Queen Ma sideways: "Since ancient times, the orders of parents and the words of matchmakers. Besides, marrying Xu Tiande's daughter is also good for him. I am not doing this to harm him."
"well."
After thinking for a while, Queen Ma did not speak again.
Being a descendant of the royal family may mean that you were born with a silver spoon in your mouth in the eyes of outsiders, but it also means that you have been at the center of the political whirlpool from the beginning.
How easy is it to be alone?
If you don’t fight, others will. If you don’t fight, others will.
Is it really that easy to escape from this vortex?
Thinking of this, Queen Ma finally said nothing more.
Three days passed in succession.
Nothing seems to have happened in Daqian Chaotang, but in fact it is very unstable.
Everyone looked in the direction of Prince Yan's Mansion.
Early in the morning.
The robe of the Imperial College was sent to Prince Yan's Mansion by Zhao Chongyuan.
Although Zhao Ding was a little unhappy, he had no choice but to put on the uniform robes of the Imperial College and follow the palace attendants towards the Imperial College.
The earliest origins of the Imperial College cannot be traced back, but in today's era, the Daqian Imperial College is affiliated to Jixian Academy. It has jurisdiction over the Imperial College, sets up wine festivals, business divisions, and is in charge of teaching orders; the Jiancheng is responsible for supervisory affairs.
It is the highest institution of higher education and education management organization in Daqian.
Hearing that Zhao Ding was really coming, Zhao Qingzhan rushed to the Imperial Academy with great interest early in the morning, the Wenhua Hall where the children of the royal family studied.
There were also many princes and grandsons of the Daqian royal family gathered around him.
One by one, they curiously followed Zhao Qingzhan and looked into the Wenhua Hall.
In the eyes of Zhao Qingzhan.
My ninth uncle is much more interesting than the old scholars in the Imperial College.
Especially this time, my ninth uncle came not to study, but to drink sacrificial wine.
For a moment.
Zhao Qingzhan was even more excited.
Throughout the capital, there were countless talented people waiting to chase his aunt from the Xu family.
What's the result?
I can only watch helplessly.
There is a marriage granted by his grandfather.
A talented girl from the Xu family who was famous all over the capital could only marry his uncle Jiu.
to this end.
Early in the morning.
Outside the Imperial Academy.
Except for Zhao Qingzhan and other Daqian princes and grandsons.
There is also this mahogany carriage parked quietly at the gate of the Imperial College.
There was no one in the car. There was only a groom with yellow teeth sitting outside the car, and there was nothing else.
But only the big word "Xu" looked particularly dazzling.
It's not someone else's car.
It was the carriage of Duke Wei.
Although there was no one else around the carriage at the moment, there were already many so-called young talents who were wearing only a thin layer of green clothes in the biting cold wind to maintain their appearance.
In the bleak autumn wind, fallen leaves blow. .
A group of landscape fans were obviously not hot, but they fanned vigorously.
Therefore, there are sneezing sounds from time to time.
Ouch!
I don't know who sneezed.
For a moment.
A burst of sneezes suddenly sounded from the gatestairs not far from the Xu family carriage.
Zhao Qingzhan grinned.
How could a bunch of people who only know what they want to say hate a Confucian scholar and want to marry his aunt from the Xu family?
Dreaming.
At this moment, on the mahogany carriage.
It was closed on all sides, leaving only a gap to see the carriage outside.
A woman in a white dress sat quietly in the carriage, holding a heater in her slender, jade-like hands.
The snow-white skin blends perfectly with the plain white skirt. The skirt shines like snow and the moonlight flows and leans to the ground, as if it is an elf who does not know the fireworks of the world. Everything around it seems to be eclipsed, and with this late autumn weather, A hint of coldness adds a hint of Guanghan's fairy spirit.
At this moment, he was sitting quietly in the carriage, looking out of the curtain through the gap.
Beside her, a maid knelt down, pouring fragrant charcoal from the warm basin in front of the woman in white from time to time.
"Let's go."
A long while passed.
A cold voice sounded inside the carriage.
The voice was clear and elegant, just like the sound in an empty valley, with a hint of immortality in its coldness.
As the woman's words fell.
Outside the car curtain.
The groom picked up the whip and twitched the reins, controlled the black horse, slowly turned around, and walked towards the Imperial Academy.
"Miss Xu."
"Xu offers wine."
As the carriage slowly turned around and walked towards the Imperial Academy.
The so-called young talents who had been waiting for a long time in the cold wind immediately walked forward quickly, looked into the car curtain and shouted.
But there was no response from the carriage.
It was as if I had never heard it before.
Continue to let the carriage walk toward the gate of the Imperial College.
"Da da da da da~~~~~"
Just when the carriage was about to enter the gate of the Imperial College.
A black horse galloped over with all four hooves.
Immediately a young man wearing a sky blue robe rode forward.
He quickly ran towards the Imperial Academy.
While running, he shouted: "Get out of the way, get out of the way, don't report in front of me, I will be late if it's too late."
And watched this young man wearing a sky blue gown coming on horseback.
Zhao Qingzhan, who had been waiting here for a long time, suddenly became excited and waved repeatedly as he looked at the young man.
"Uncle Ninth, Uncle Ninth, here, here, you ran to the wrong place."
"Hey, did you run in the wrong direction?
Forehead...."
Zhao Ding touched his nose.
He quickly reined in the reins and ran towards the door where Zhao Qingzhan was standing.
I haven’t gone to school for ten or twenty years.
Are you still in school now?
This was really frustrating for Zhao Ding.
As Zhao Ding stopped in front of Zhao Qingzhan, a group of palace servants behind him also panted and caught up.
Zhao Qingzhan ignored these chamberlains, walked to Zhao Ding's side, pointed to the carriage in another gate of the Imperial College in the distance that was driving towards the Imperial College, and shouted softly: "Uncle Jiu, that's Xu My aunt’s car, didn’t you come up and say hello?”
And at the same time.
Inside the carriage.
The maid kneeling next to Xu Ruoyun also looked at Xu Ruoyun and reminded her softly: "Miss, Prince Yan is here, do you want him?"
PS: Chapter 1 is here! Who said my writing skills are bad? Is my writing skills bad? Ah!
