Mingde College is the largest college in Beijing. Several champions have come from Centennial College. Even a prince once studied here.

But the most legendary is the story of the eldest princess of the former dynasty, who disguised herself as a man to study at Mingde College and met the master of the horse.

Chonghua silently looked at the list of five noble ladies in his hand. The last time the princess held a flower-viewing banquet, although Chonghua tried not to attract attention, but in the end, it was the target of everyone. I just don't know if anyone will remember her.

Whether she can escape or not, Zhou Yayun will definitely not be able to escape.

The scene in front of you is called a tiger in front and a wolf in the back.

He groaned for a moment. Chonghua went to the main room to find Dongfang Xu.

"If it's okay, I'd like to bring a veil to the class." Chonghua sat on the chair with a glass of warm water, looking very calm.

Dongfang Xu was stunned for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, he naturally wanted to ask clearly: "Why do you want to wear a veil?" Thou hast not been disfigured. ”

Since ancient times, it has been women with impaired faces who wear veils. Whose girl doesn't want her delicate appearance to be admired by others?

Chonghua bit his lip: "I have my troubles. If Mr. doesn't allow it, Chonghua can only leave. ”

Dongfang Xu was really startled this time. He could see that Chonghua had no relatives, so he took pity on her and went to ask the dean for favors. Now Chonghua even said that if he didn't wear a veil to teach, he could only leave. It can be seen that it is indeed an extremely strict reason to force her to do this.

"This, how can I object to this. However, after all, it can't be hidden from others. Dongfang Xu was a little embarrassed.

There will never be a woman with a disfigured face. This is also to match the identity of the ladies and gentlemen.

Chonghua was also stumped. She knew that the woman in the boudoir did not have zài to go to the academy to study, even if she was at home, she should have invited the female gentleman who sat in the hall. Hiring an external gentleman from the college to teach can only show that Centennial College is too famous. How could such a famous academy hire a gentleman with a damaged face?

"But I really can't help it." Chonghua wrinkled her eyebrows, she couldn't explain her origin to Dongfang Xu. According to Dongfang Xu's upright temperament, he will definitely persuade her to go home. Now if you go back to Lingfu, there is no point in escaping.

Dongfang Xu saw that Chonghua was very embarrassed, and sighed: "You can prepare with peace of mind, I'll think of a way." ”

Chonghua looked up at Dongfang Xu's warm eyes, and felt very sorry for a while.

People took you in, and you're still in such trouble.

"Thank you, Mr. Dongfang." Chonghua saluted and went back to his room.

Dongfang Xu looked at her back as she walked away, his sword eyebrows furrowed slightly, how not to show his face to teach was a problem.

Because the female gentleman who used to teach painting was seriously ill, this item has been empty. When the originally scheduled noblewomen reached the age of marriage, they stopped studying and concentrated on embroidering wedding dresses.

Chonghua only has five noble ladies on hand. In addition to Zhou Yayun, the concubine of Tongjiang Palace, the rest are Li Qinglan, the eldest daughter of Li Shilang's mansion, Zhang Lexuan, the eldest daughter of General Zhang's mansion, Zhang Lanyan, the second daughter, and Zhang Lanying, the third daughter.

The concubines of the Tongjiang Royal Mansion originally did not need to be taught by the gentlemen of Mingde Academy. But the prince said that his sister wanted to experience life more, and hired an additional gentleman outside, and was exempted from the position of Mr. Cousin.

Chonghua was worried about his face, but there was too little he could do at the moment. I had to sort out the painting tools sent by Dongfang Xu on the first day. Double-check the brushes and paints.

The next day was the day to go to Tongjiang Wangfu to teach. Chonghua wanted to escape for a few seconds.

If you go to the Tongjiang Palace, maybe you will see Ling Yuehua. If you are recognized, will you continue to run away?

Perhaps, Ling Yuehua will help herself hide her identity. After all, she may not want to be accused of being an impostor. Thinking like this, Chonghua's heart relaxed a little.

For a while, I lamented when I was forced to this point.

"When will you wake up?" Chonghua set up his paintbrush and sighed deeply.

"Wake up? Are you asleep now? Qing'er's little head stretched directly under Chonghua's lowered head, and her big bright eyes stared at Chonghua.

Chonghua was shocked, she actually came into the house and didn't know that no one knew about it?

"You didn't learn to write?" At this time, Qing'er should be writing in large letters.

As soon as she heard about learning words, Qing'er's originally bright little face suddenly collapsed: "Don't mention learning words, I'm upset." ”

The milk doll said that she was upset, and her little face pouted. Look at the ice and snow cute. Chonghua's depressed mood turned out to be much cooler.

"The gentleman said that there was no ready-made veil at home. I bought it from outside. If the girl doesn't dislike it, make do with it. Qing'er coyly handed a paper bag to Chonghua.

Chonghua opened it in surprise and found that it was really a well-embroidered veil inside.

"Sir didn't say anything else?" Will the Dean be able to agree?

Dongfang Xu shouldn't be the dean's own son, right?

Qing'er shook her head: "Mr. only said that you should prepare your things and teach them well." ”

Chonghua was full of emotion in his heart and nodded. Put away the other two veils.

This night, Chonghua had a rare good night's sleep.

The second day of teaching begins in the afternoon. In the morning, after breakfast, Chonghua asked the nobles of each province in detail if they had any teaching progress. After all, I don't know where the previous husband taught.

Although Dongfang Xu was surprised, he also carefully explained to Chonghua.

It turns out that most of the nobles here are painting with fine brushwork. Landscape painting is only used when inscribed or accompanied by poems. After all, if it is used to make screens or embroidery patterns, the fine brush paintings look more exquisite.

Chonghua carefully wrote them down one by one. I prayed in my heart that I would not show my feet.

After noon, Chonghua got into a delicate but unassuming carriage and went to the Tongjiang Palace.

Along the way, I was in a nervous mood and repeatedly checked whether the veil was tied or not. The carriage walked for a while before stopping, listening to the doorman's report, it should be the corner gate of the Tongjiang Palace.

Chonghua got out of the carriage, and immediately a well-dressed mother-in-law carried a soft sedan chair to meet him. Glancing at them lightly, Chonghua lowered his head and gathered his veil and got into the soft sedan chair.

After walking for a while, I gradually heard the chirping of birds.

"Sir, it's time for the young lady's yard." The mother-in-law outside reported softly.

Without waiting for Chonghua to answer, the sedan chair seemed to be carried into a courtyard. Put it down steadily. Naturally, someone came up to open the curtain. Chonghua only bowed his head and walked out of the sedan chair. When I looked up, I saw dozens of bird cages hanging from the cloister.

Red, green, yellow, brightly feathered birds chirped one after another. It seems that the life of this concubine of Tongjiang Wangfu is actually very lonely.

Chonghua calmed down, lifted the corner of his skirt slightly, and followed his mother-in-law to the house. Behind him, the little maid hugged the painting tools.

Walking to the flower hall of the main house, brightly dressed maids came up to make curtains. Chonghua turned sideways and entered the house. The interior is warm like spring.

A deep, mellow voice sounded in the room as if with a smile.

"Wait for the rabbit."

Chonghua raised his head suddenly, and in front of him was Zhou Wenyuan, the son of the king of Tongjiang.

For mobile phone users, please go to M. to read.