Chapter 30

The fragrance has passed, and the green has been on the branches.

The students who participated in the spring exam came from afar and wanted to be the first in the imperial examinations and make a name for themselves from now on.

Not long after, the imperial list was announced, and Jiang Susi ranked first.

Wei Yuanhou was so happy that he slapped the table. However, Jiang Susi didn't care and was not surprised that he could go to high school.

When he entered the palace to meet the Saint, Xiaoman and Jiang Ruoruo stayed in the mansion to wait for his good news.

The spring scenery has been warm for several days, making people feel weak and weak, just wanting to saggy.

Xiaoman was gradually getting used to the fragrance of medicine in the yard, but Jiang Ruoruo couldn't. After sitting for a while, he covered his nose and sighed.

The wind blows flowers and leaves, and the book turns.

Everything is quiet and beautiful.

In addition to Jiang Ruoruo's constant sighs.

Xiaoman finally stopped the movement in his hand and looked at her: "What's wrong with you?"

Jiang Ruoruo's face was unnatural and he whispered: "It's not much..."

Xiaoman: "Are you thinking about the fact that you were saved by the third prince a few days ago?"

Jiang Ruoruo's cheeks were red and spread to his ears.

"I'm not thinking about him...it's just that day I forgot to thank him and felt sorry for him."

Xiaoman also remembered Zhou Dingheng's way of rolling from the ground with Ruoruo in his arms.

Ruoruo is a lady with regular steps and will not easily touch Han Shi standing together, let alone being held by a man who is awkward and shy.

"Then do you want to thank him?"

Jiang Ruoru's eyes were shiny and he nodded with a red face.

Although she only met Zhou Dingheng a few times, as long as Ruoruo thinks, she will definitely find a way.

Not long after, the maid came to pass the message: "Miss, the young master is back."

Jiang Susi walked out of the carriage in his official uniform, followed by several carriages and rewards pulled back. It was so majestic and eye-catching. Now everyone in the capital knows that this year's talented man is quite worthy of the prince.

The reason why the prince's will is because the emperor today gives up everything and gives it to the prince.

In the past, several Jinshi were buried after receiving some rewards, and they were not reused until the prince controlled the government.

The prince went in and out of the Weiyuan Marquis' Mansion many times, and this high school Jinshi also came from this, which is a good opportunity to promote the Weiyuan Marquis' lineage.

Xiaoman and Jiang Ruoruo walked through the corridor. They thought they saw Jiang Susi at the first time, but they would never have thought that Princess Lingyang would come together.

Lingyang is wearing a red flower skirt and a bunch of luxurious gold hairpins and jade, which is particularly conspicuous no matter where he stands.

If someone else had changed to someone else's appearance, she might have looked vulgar, but her eyebrows and eyes were bright and her expression was always arrogant and noble, which was very suitable.

When she saw Xiaoman, she strided towards her.

Everyone saluted.

"Princess."

Lingyang was too lazy to watch it, so he pulled Xiaoman away.

"Come with me, and I have something to say to you."

Xiaoman was staggering and followed him in confusion.

"Brother, Xiaoman..." Ruoru looked at the direction where the two left worriedly, and couldn't help but feel anxious.

Jiang Susi lowered her eyebrows and chuckled: "The princess is a good person, and she won't make things difficult for Xiaoman."

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As noon approaches, the sunlight becomes more and more dazzling.

Ling Yang pulled Xiaoman to the yard and was about to speak, but she saw her step back and stand under the shade of the tree.

"It's only been a few months now, and I'm still feeling cold. You're starting to stay away from light?"

Xiaoman explained: "It's because I have eye disease, and the light is a bit dazzling."

Ling Yang frowned: "You are really a sick person, why are you so many big and small problems?"

She smiled and did not answer.

"I'm looking for you this time for serious things, so you can listen."

Ling Yang pulled out a deed from his sleeve and shook it, his face full of pride.

"You don't want to run a college. I happen to have a land deed here. It's very suitable for both the location and the size of the palace. Anyway, it's still vacant for a long time.

But you have to figure it out that it is not that easy to run a college. What to teach in the academy and who will teach it is a problem."

"Thank you, I will find a way slowly.

But...why do you want to help me?"

She seemed to have nothing to repay Lingyang.

The smile on Ling Yang's face froze for a moment, and then he said, "How can there be so many reasons? I'm just happy, just keep it closed and don't ask so much."

After she said this, Xiaoman no longer thought about it. After taking the land deed, he discussed his plans with her.

After the Fangfei Record began to be printed, she actually collected some money.

Although I can't say that I have learned a lot, I'm still more than enough to teach people to read.

Two days later, the weather suddenly became colder.

The cold wind and drizzle blew over the leaves, and Doctor Xu prescribed a prescription for Xiaoman to calm the mind. It was still so painful that he couldn't sleep at night, so he simply put on his clothes and got up.

A dim candle was lit in front of the desk, and I took out the book and saw dawn all the time.

The second day was Qingming Festival, and the drizzle was like silk, and it accumulated a layer of silver and white water droplets on people's hair.

Because she didn't sleep well, she had a small piece of black green at the moment, which made her look exhausted.

Han Shi and Jiang thought that they were going to worship their ancestors, but they were worried about Xiaoman's body, so they did not let her go with her.

There is a small lake in the Weiyuan Marquis Mansion, and there are pavilions by the lake. Zhou Gongyu and Jiang Susi always play chess where they are.

Xiaoman didn't want to have too much interaction with Zhou Gongyu, and didn't go through it much. Besides, there is another reason.

The leaves rustled, as if they were gnawed by spring silkworms.

Bai Yan held up an oil umbrella to shelter Xiaoman from the rain. She didn't know which servant she was looking for to come to, and she was holding it and was about to walk to the lake.

When he walked to the lake, Xiaoman stopped and put the incense burner in place, and said to Bai Yan: "You can go away for a while, okay? I won't have anything to do."

Bai Yan was unmoved, and Xiaoman said again: "Then I will go to find the prince tomorrow."

She thought to herself: The prince wishes you to look for it.

But she just thought about it. She looked back and suddenly changed her mind and handed the paper umbrella to Xiaoman.

"Hold it."

"It's okay if the rain is light."

"You are in poor health. If you get sick, the prince will blame me."

Xiaoman was a gentle and gentle person, and rarely embarrassed people. When Bai Yan said this, her face slowly became colder and she ignored her completely.

Bai Yan put the umbrella aside and turned around and left.

The lake was stirred up by water traces, and the faint sound of rain was like someone whispering in his ears.

She was the only figure left by the quiet and empty lake.

The peach pink shirt was stained with raindrops, the hair was covered with silver and white rain, and the shoulders were slightly wet.

The red skirts of the crabapple are stacked layer by layer, like blooming flowers.

She was petite and even more small squatted down.

The bamboo incense ignites, and a wisp of white smoke rises, spreading in the wet and cold air.

Xiaoman tried to light the yellow paper with a fire sickle. After several attempts, she failed and her fingers were still scratched and hurt. She was so frustrated that she couldn't speak, and looked at the reflection on the water surface at a loss.

After a moment, the cool rain drifted on his face disappeared.

There was one more reflection on the water surface, holding an oil-paper umbrella and quietly looking at her.

"I've seen His Highness the Crown Prince."

Xiaoman stood up and wanted to salute him.

Zhou Gongyu lost her umbrella and held her, touching her cold fingers. For a short moment, she took two steps and held the scythe in her hand tightly.

He noticed her retreat and smiled helplessly and stretched out his hand: "Give it to me, I will help you get the fire and leave, and I will never bother you."

Xiaoman didn't move, but just shook his head and whispered to him: "Your Highness doesn't have to help me all the time. I don't blame you for the past, and you don't have to compensate me for it."
To be continued...