Shen Ningning waited anxiously.

She stared intently at the shopkeeper and took out a thick stack of books from the bottom of the cabinet.

The shopkeeper rummaged back and forth, and finally, he said, "I found it, here, but ......"

Before he finished speaking, Mo Lingwei had already taken it and handed it to Shen Ningning, who was extremely excited, to check it out for himself.

Shen Ningning's eyes were filled with great joy: "It's a Ruyi pattern, exactly the same!" ”

The lotus pattern depicted on this page of the booklet was all too familiar to her.

Looking down, I saw the line where the customer paid off, but the little guy was stunned.

"This ......"

The shopkeeper smiled: "It seems that the guest who booked Ruyi came to the store to pick it up, so he didn't leave a detailed residential address, but it has a name." ”

Mo Lingwei watched Shen Ningning's long eyelashes tremble, she stretched out her little hand and gently stroked the name bar.

The two words "Xinniang" are very beautifully written.

After the precipitation of time, the rice paper has been slightly yellowed, but the pen and ink of the name signed by her mother are still clear.

Like the water of time surging in, in Shen Ningning's dark eyes, a sparkling wave appeared.

She choked up and said, "Is this my mother's handwriting?" ”

The shopkeeper glanced at it: "It should be true, whenever a customer comes to pick up the goods, we will ask them to sign for confirmation." ”

Shen Ningning looked at these two words again and again.

Mo Lingwei pursed his lips and looked up at the shopkeeper: "I bought this piece of paper, you make a price." ”

The shopkeeper was stunned: "This, this is not very good, Son, the lotus pattern will still be used in our store in the future." ”

Mo Lingwei didn't talk nonsense with him, and directly offered the price: "One thousand taels of silver." ”

The shopkeeper was embarrassed: "Childe, you ......"

Mo Lingwei interrupted, and said in a neat and domineering voice: "Three thousand taels." ”

The shopkeeper was taken aback, and he came back to his senses: "Childe, this is not a matter of money, the booklet left by my master is not a simple pattern, but a craft inherited from our industry." ”

Mo Ling sighed dangerously: "Got it." ”

He immediately turned his head and looked at the guard Wu Fang: "You go to the prefect and come over, all the crafts in this shop are listed as the royal court." ”

The shopkeeper's jaw was almost dislocated.

He has a small silver building shop, and he actually has the ability to become a royal special?

Shen Ningning wiped away her tears and hurriedly said, "Brother, you don't need to be so excited, I'll just look at it twice." ”

Mo Lingwei knew how much she wanted to find her father, but Shen Ningning's personality was unwilling to cause trouble to others.

Therefore, when she said this, he pursed his lips and smiled lightly: "I'll arrange it, you don't have to persuade again." ”

"Wait, wait, Childe!" The shopkeeper came to his senses and hurriedly stopped the guards.

He looked at Mo Lingwei, and the shock in his eyes still hadn't faded.

No wonder he thinks that this son and the little girl are noble, and they seem to be nobles in the palace.

"The villain's mood can be understood, but the villain's skill level, he also knows it in his heart, and it is indeed a good thing for the ancestral tomb to smoke when he is the royal court, but the villain really can't afford to take on a big responsibility."

The shopkeeper looked at Shen Ningning: "Little Miss, do you think this is good, tear off the part of the name of this piece of paper, and the villain doesn't want your money, so he will give it to you directly, is it feasible?" ”

Mo Lingwei was satisfied.

This shopkeeper is a smart man, he knows that even if he becomes a queen, compared to those exquisite craftsmen in the palace, his qualifications are really mediocre.

And the group of concubines and ladies in the palace are not easy to serve.

Rather than be punished for their sins at that time, it is better to sell these two nobles a favor now.

Shen Ningning's eyes glittered with surprise: "Really? Well, I can't ask for you for nothing. ”

She immediately went to take out her purse and get the money.

Mo Lingwei pressed her hand: "With me here, you don't need to pay." ”

As soon as the words fell, Wu Fang took out a thousand taels of silver tickets and put them on the table of the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper was flattered, and hurriedly got started, folding the paper with handwriting into a strip and tearing it off.

Shen Ningning held it carefully as if he had won a treasure.

Mo Lingwei led her away, and the little guy didn't forget to leave a sentence: "Thank you, Uncle Shopkeeper, I haven't seen my mother, this is the first time I've seen her handwriting." ”

After she left, the shopkeeper of the silver building couldn't come back to her senses for a long time.

couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "This little girl's background is really pitiful, but why does it look a little familiar?" It's like the blessed girl I saw that day......"

In the carriage.

Shen Ningning kept holding the note, reading and reading.

The handwriting of the two words Xinniang was almost branded in her heart.

Mo Lingwei always had a light smile on his thin lips, and he didn't disturb the peace of the little guy.

Although the words were on paper, the moment Shen Ningning touched them, it was as if he had touched his fingertips with his mother a few years ago.

The little guy sniffed, and his black eyes choked up: "This is the closest I've ever been to my mother." ”

Mo Lingwei comforted: "Don't be too sad, I'll take you into the palace to find Concubine Rong now, since the shopkeeper said that this is a pair of Ruyi, then Concubine Rong must know who Xinniang is." ”

Shen Ningning threw himself into his arms and put his little hand around Mo Lingwei's neck.

"Thank you, brother!" Her tears poured down the hem of his shirt.

Mo Lingwei's body stiffened, and then he sneered, and his dark thin eyes were bright and doting.

"Thank me, didn't you help me a lot? Life is boring, but finding your father and mother for you is the most important thing for me at the moment. ”

After the two entered the palace, they went directly to Concubine Rong's palace.

When Mo Lingwei said that he was looking for Concubine Rong, the palace maid was full of apologies.

"I'm really sorry for His Royal Highness the Prince, because the weather is getting colder, Niangniang was infected with wind and cold, and she didn't sleep all night, so she drank medicine before falling asleep."

Mo Lingwei stared: "Sick?" ”

The big palace maid nodded.

Shen Ningning said in a glutinous voice: "It's okay, big sister, then we will come to visit Concubine Rong another day, and hope that she will recover soon." ”

The palace maid smiled: "If the county lord says, the slave and maid will definitely convey it on your behalf." ”

Mo Lingwei took Shen Ningning's little hand: "Let's go, go to Zichen Palace and sit down." ”

The palace maid sent them directly to the palace gate, and only returned to the palace when they could no longer see their figures.

In the hall, the purple veil draped to cover most of the light, and the room was full of medicinal fragrance.

The big palace maid walked lightly, bypassed the mica screen and walked to the inner room, on the bed, there was a black-haired and white-skinned beauty.

"Niangniang, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has already left with the Lord of Funing." Omiya Maiden Road.

Concubine Rong on the bed had a pale face and a little pale lips.

She glanced sideways slightly: "What are they doing here to find this palace?" ”

"Didn't say." The palace maid shook her head: "But the slave maid heard that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince recently went to the cold palace to check on the lotus." ”

Concubine Rong closed her eyes and pressed her eyebrows: "Siren has passed away, what is there to investigate?" This palace is tired, you can retreat. ”

"By the way, the canonization ceremony of the lord of Funing should be coming soon, you open a private library and give her the poetry collection "Flower Dream" copied by the palace himself, along with the only book."

"Yes." The palace maid turned to retire and walked to the private treasury of the side hall.

After opening it, I found the well-preserved poetry collection from inside, one was transcribed by Concubine Rong, and the other was the original solitary copy.

The palace maid opened the copy that Concubine Rong copied and carefully examined it, and after confirming that it was correct, she put it back in the box.

If Shen Ningning could see it, the little guy would be surprised, Concubine Rong's handwriting was very similar to the handwriting of her mother-in-law she had just gotten.

Time flickered, and half a month passed.

On the first day of October, the entrance examination of the Chinese Academy of Studies officially began.

Shen Ningning came by carriage early in the morning, and Lu Shaoyuan also came to take the exam.

Before it was time to open the side door, there were already two long queues outside the Chinese Academy of Sciences.

The little guy glanced at it and estimated that there were more than three hundred people.

"Wow," she whispered in surprise and said to Lu Shaoyuan: "So many people come to take the exam, it's so stressful." ”

In order to take the exam, she only slept for two hours a day for half a month, and spent the rest of her time studying at the crazy scholar.

Lu Shaoyuan laughed: "You don't have to be afraid, many people don't have the level at all, they just come to see the world, after all, the threshold of the Chinese Academy is too high, and ordinary people can't enter it in their lifetime." ”

At this moment, the gongs and drums sounded, and the side door of the Chinese Academy opened.

Four masters appeared with six scholars and a nursery.

The master at the head had a slender beard and did not smile: "Men and women are separated, and the left and right columns line up to enter." ”

Shen Ningning hurriedly followed the ladies to the right and stood on the right, and everyone had to hand in their names and a letter of recommendation signed by the local county lord or prefect in order to be eligible for the exam.

When it was Shen Ningning's turn, the scholar in charge of registration checked her name and recommendation.

But, instead of letting her in, he stretched out his hand: "Where is your silver?" ”

Shen Ningning was stunned.

What silver? Do I still have to pay for the exam? No one told her.