Yurong thought that if he knew that it was Yu Yangzhi in front of him, his expression would be very exciting, but fortunately, Yurong was used to his indecent look, so he said seriously: "I'm here to read to your sister." I'm afraid it's a little late, you can take me to the south prison quickly. ”

Nanmen Jingshuo heard the words "Nanjian" and his eyebrows twitched: "I'll take you to the door!" Sun sacrificial wine is available in it! ”

Yurong responded: "Okay, just go to the door." Why are you so afraid of Sun Sacrifice Wine? But was beaten by Sun Sacrifice Wine? ”

"Nonsense! This prince is talented and intelligent, mom, Sun sacrifice wine is in front, Xiao Yu'er, you keep walking along this road, ah, he saw me, I have to slip away quickly, you ask him! After saying that, Jing Shuo of the South Gate flew away.

Yurong couldn't help but wonder what kind of character this Sun Saijiu was, which could make the cynical Nanmen Jingshuo afraid of being like this.

Walking forward, I met an old man with a gray-blue robe and a gray beard, and his every move had the elegant temperament of a literati, and he saluted with a jade face: "I've seen sacrificial wine." Student Yurong, on the first day of coming to Guozijian today, I don't know how to go to Nanjian, and I ask for a sacrificial wine to show the way. ”

Sun Xianjiu glanced at Yurong lightly: "The fourth sentence lacks a verb, it should be 'I don't know how to go to Nanjian', you go forward and see the camphor tree turning right." ”

Yurong thanked her with black lines on her face. Sun Saijiu shouldn't be a sick maniac, right?

Following the path pointed out by Sun Xijiu, Yurong soon arrived at the South Prison. When I entered the prison door, I heard the sound of books in the study, and my daughter's voice was charming and gentle, and reading was like singing and music, which made people feel refreshed and happy.

It seemed that she was late, Yurong thought about it, and decided not to go in, and wait for the next class to go in. Looking around, there is only a row of acacia trees with bamboo mats spread on the ground, yes, that's it! Yurong sat down slowly, cross-legged very comfortably, put the skirt on her legs and spread it out, and Yurong waited leisurely and happily for the master to get out of class.

"One year of deviating from the scriptures, three years of dedication and happiness, five years of learning from teachers, and seven years of learning from theory, it is called a small success; Nine years of knowledge, strong and not opposed, called a great success・・・・・・"

I don't know how long later, an elegant master walked out with a textbook, Yurong saw that the master had already gotten up and sorted out his appearance, and when he saw the master, he saluted: "Hello master, student Yurong, I came to Guozijian on the first day today, and I ask the master to give me more advice." ”

The master nodded at Yurong and left.

"Yurong!" A surprised voice sounded, Yurong looked at it, it turned out to be Ouyang He Jing, Ouyang He Jing was wearing a green dress today, like a gust of green wind, whirled to Yurong's side and pulled Yurong's arm, and said affectionately: "I didn't want to come to study, but when I see you, I like to study here haha!" ”

Yurong grinned, and without waiting for her to speak, the other arm was pulled up again, and Nanmen said coquettishly: "Sister Yurong, you are here, I begged my father for a long time before he agreed to let you come to me as a companion!" ”

Nanmen bent his mouth: "Sister Yurong will live in the palace in the future, okay?" So we can be together all day! Somehow, I also like to stay with Sister Yurong. ”

Yurong pulled out his two arms with great effort, and said with a smile: "Study hard, go up every day!" She inexplicably felt very tired to stay with these two living treasures!

The south gate smiled like a flower, and said playfully: "Sister Yurong has not heard that a woman is virtuous if she is not talented?" ”

Yurong couldn't help but think of her little cousin of her aunt's family in the twenty-first century, and scratched the crooked nose of the south gate as if she loved her sister: "You, you can't talk nonsense, if a woman is not talented, she is virtuous, then why did the emperor set up a special southern prison to teach women to read?" ”

She can't popularize the modern set of knowledge of equality between men and women is the rhetoric of power with these ancient ladies, and it is more reliable to talk about the emperor. As soon as these words came out, Nanmen really stuck out his tongue and stopped talking.

Ouyang He Jing nodded very seriously: "Yurong's words make sense. ”

The south gate bent to see that Ouyang He Jing and Yurong looked very familiar, so he asked Yurong: "Sister Yurong, is Sister He Jing your friend?" ”

Yurong listened to her slightly sour tone, and couldn't help but feel a trace of doting in her heart, her little sister was like this, she couldn't see that she was good to other little girls, Nanmen Wanwan was really similar to her sister.

"Yes, we are all sisters in the four seas, and we are all friends." Yurong suddenly felt like a kindergarten teacher, patiently coaxing a group of giant babies...

A few people chatted a few words, and in the process, Yurong listened to a few whispers about her relationship with Rong Yuan, and soon the master came in with the textbook again.

Although she doesn't like it, for a genius-type scholar like Yurong, classical Chinese is still acceptable, and the recitation task assigned by the master is a piece of cake for her Heavenly Dynasty scholar.

In the evening, Yurong returned to the palace, practiced flying needles after dinner, her hit rate was getting higher and higher, and she translated a few lines of ancient books before going to bed, and her life was uneventful.

In the next few days, Nanmen Wanwan and Ouyang He Jing followed Yurong inch by inch, and even Yurong went to Gongfang, and the two of them were chatting and gossiping under the camphor tree at the door of Gongfang and waiting for Yurong. There is such a favored princess who has an obvious affection for her, and Yurong's own status is there, so naturally no one can get along with her. In addition to being tired from reading, Yurong also feels that life is still leisurely and happy.

In the deepest study of Dongyuan, Sun Xianjiu twisted his eyebrows and thought deeply for a long time before he fell into a sunspot, looked at the person opposite and took a sip of tea with a leisurely face, and suddenly his face was a little dark: "I regret it again!" ”

Rong Yuan raised his eyebrows, and his tone was gentle and humble: "The student is just a stinky chess basket, and I ask the master's subordinates to be merciful." ”

Sun Saijiu's white beard is about to be cocked, this stinky boy! When did you beat him in chess? However, ten years ago, he said a stinky chess basket to him, and he used this to gag his mouth every time!

"Shut up! Young greenhorns! I don't know how to make this teacher! ”

The corners of the scholar's mouth on the side were about to go crazy: this game of chess has only gone ten steps, and the sacrificial wine has already regretted three chess, if this is not counted, then what is there to look forward to!

Rong Yuan's heart was also very sad, he really didn't know how to play chess, but no one believed it, and since he found out that others didn't believe it, he didn't bother to explain. So after listening to Sun Xijiu's roar, Rong Yuan just calmly took away all the white pieces on the chessboard.

Sun Xianjiu doesn't care about him, if he goes on, he will definitely lose again, this stinky boy still has a little conscience, and he knows to take care of his old face.

"I see that the little girl you look at is not outstanding, so she is more talented, and she is faster in silent reading, but I don't know which point can match you."

Rong Yuan got up and looked at the large pieces of bauhinia that had just opened outside the study, and his voice was shallow: "I don't know where I can be worthy of her." ”

The late twilight of spring gilded his white robe with a scorching brilliance, he stood by the window with a long figure, handsome and noble, the evening breeze mixed with a few bauhinia petals poured into his wide sleeves, the beautiful and picturesque scene, fell in the eyes of Sun Saijiu Somehow, there was some indescribable loneliness, how could Sun Saijiu ever see such a Rongyuan?

"Why?"

"I was born for her." After a long time, Rong Yuan spoke in a hoarse voice, and the evening breeze blew his voice very gently, very gently.