Chapter 478 The Literary Girl Who Loves Brain Tonic (Already Run, Readable)
"Sister Cardamom, how long will the punishment be?"
In the imperial study room, the little emperor's pitiful voice sounded.
One second, he was sitting on a chair asking Mr. Zhao for advice, and the next second, he was already kneeling in front of the unexpected girl in palace clothes, facing the direction of Guanghan Palace, honestly.
Dou Kao, who came with the order, glanced at the little emperor who was very skillful in kneeling down in one go.
She pursed her lips, glared at him reproachfully, and said nothing.
The little emperor still faced the direction of Guanghan Palace, not daring to look around, but he squinted his eyes, looking longingly at the girl in palace clothes:
"Sister Doujiao, I'm sorry, I...I know I was wrong. I will not dare to do it next time. I will listen to my mother and you."
Daukou stared at him for a while, sighed softly, and said calmly: "Two hours."
While the two people were kneeling and standing talking, a young Confucian scholar next to him retracted his outstretched foot.
When he saw the little emperor suddenly kneel down, Zhao Rong almost shouted out "The Queen Mother", but fortunately he knocked carefully and swallowed the words.
"It turns out that she is the female official accompanying the Queen Mother. Looking at her dress, she looks like a divorced woman in the crescent moon, and her status is not low."
He whispered in his heart and nodded, then took another look at the girl in palace clothes and muttered: "That's right, her figure is not that pretty..."
Zhao Rong couldn't help but flashed back to the graceful back of the pretty widow in white clothes and gauze who was kneeling in the mourning hall of the late Emperor of Dali not long ago...
"Hey, two hours... okay."
After hearing this, the little emperor Li Wangque drooped his head and lowered his hands naturally.
He knelt on the hard, cold floor and sighed dejectedly.
"Sister Doujiao, please sit down. Don't stand with me. There are chairs over there... Mr. Zhao, I'm sorry for making you laugh. My mother probably doesn't know you are here... Sorry, sir, if you have something to do, you can leave first. By the way, the bookshelf
Sir, you can take whatever you want from the books above."
The young man was a little embarrassed to see Mr. Zhao.
Upon hearing this, the girl in palace clothes named Daukou shook her head and did not sit down. She still stood motionless beside the little emperor with her hands in hand.
At this time, she slightly raised her round and small chin, adjusted her standard appearance for a palace lady, and then gently turned her head and looked at the young Confucian scholar aside, looking at her carefully for a moment without saying anything.
Zhao Rong did not go to the bookshelf to get a book. He turned his head and looked in the direction of Guanghan Palace where Li Wangque was facing, and did not look at the cardamom that was looking at him.
The young Confucian scholar thought for a moment, folded his sleeves, and walked towards the door of the royal study without saying a word.
"Are you Mr. Zhao Ziyu Zhao?"
Zhao Rong paused slightly and did not look back. He turned his back to Daukou and nodded, "Yes, it's the one below."
Daukou was quiet for a while, then suddenly said: "Why is it 'he' and not 'she' that I searched for through thousands of Baidu?"
The girl in palace clothes made a sentence without any reason, which made people stunned.
But Zhao Rong smiled.
Of course, what Xian Yue Li Nu wanted to ask when they met for the first time was not the antagonism between men and women, but to give him a female punch.
Besides, in this era, there are no punches to fight.
This girl is a bit interesting... Zhao Rong muttered in his heart.
This Nanshan Pin poem, whose brand name is "The Sapphire Case", was born in a certain lakeside restaurant in Xingzi Town. Soon it spread throughout Dali and became popular in Hanjing.
Not surprisingly, Zhao Rong became a famous person in Dali, a great talent from Linlu Academy.
Li Di worships Confucianism, the imperial court promotes Confucianism, and the Dugu family supports the existence of the Yuefangsi, which cultivates outstanding Li Di women. There are many Li Di women who are knowledgeable and courteous. At this time, I don’t know how many Li Di women are envious of that man who likes to wear clothes.
Su Qingdai in a black dress was favored by talented people and was given a poem by Nanshan as a gift.
This has not happened in Dali for a long time.
So the story of that day when Zhao Rong dyed his finger with rouge, wrote a poem on the beautiful woman's skirt, and conquered the fairy's heart, has become a good story about a talented man and a beautiful woman, and is being talked about in the teahouses and taverns of Dali...
At this moment, in the imperial study room, next to the kneeling Emperor Da Li, the bookish girl in palace clothes stood peacefully. However, she did not believe that a poem that only wrote about the love between a man and a woman and expressed confession would be recognized by heaven as a Nanshan product.
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Cardamom lightly pursed her pink lips.
How can Nanshan products be so simple?
The crowd looked for him thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, he found that person in a dimly lit place.
When I first read it, most people subconsciously thought that Mr. Zhao was telling himself in a woman's voice, telling Fairy Su that the right man she was looking for was the man in front of her in the dim light.
However, this interpretation is a bit far-fetched and narcissistic.
If it was really Mr. Zhao's words of love, wouldn't it be better to replace 'him' with 'she'.
People have searched hundreds of times for her... He can directly describe his search for her in his own words, which can impress the beauties and capture the hearts of fairies.
The girl in palace clothes nodded slightly.
At this time, the imperial study room was quiet for a moment.
Seeing that the young Confucian scholar did not turn around or speak, Daukou frowned slightly and muttered:
"So Mr. Zhao's Nanshan masterpiece was not just written for that Fairy Su? The 'him' here... Mr. Zhao is alluding to himself... alluding to gentlemen and sages similar to Mr. Zhao? Just like the sages.
Does the vanilla beauty in ancient poetry describe herself the same way?"
She stared seriously at the back of the man not far away.
Zhao Rong looked back and glanced at her, as if he was trying to organize his words.
No words were spoken for a while.
Beside them, after hearing this, the little emperor who was ordered to kneel on the ground couldn't help but raise his head to look at Mr. Zhao and Sister Doukou quietly.
Although Sister Doukou is not very old, she is one of the most outstanding divorced women in the orchestra department. Fengyi Gongzheng, who is second only to the big music director Mu Jin, has always been serving her mother closely, similar to
He is a personal housekeeper and is highly valued by his mother. He is the leader of one person and more than ten thousand people.
The young man glanced at the bookish girl in palace clothes.
Sister Doukou is the person close to the Queen Mother. She often does things for the Queen Mother and brings rewards and punishments to him. However, she also often tries her best to intercede for him, so the young man is quite close to her and treats her as a close elder sister.
Because when the girl in palace clothes was supervising her homework, she was often asked questions about poems and books. Li Wangque knew that this sister Daukou was famous for her love of poems, books, etiquette and music in the music studio, and she was also a music teacher.
She is recognized within the company as the divorced daughter with the best literary talent.
However, Sister Doukou didn't show much talent in this area. She didn't sing with literati and other talented people in the literary world like the talented women in the books. Instead, she was very low-key and regarded it as a hobby to cultivate her sentiments in private.
Amuse yourself.
Except for the young emperor and the divorced daughters in the Lefang Division, few people in Dali understood this. The civil and military officials in the imperial court only looked at her as the mother's talker and right-hand man...
At this moment, Li Wangque couldn't help but smile secretly in his heart and glanced at the expression of the girl in palace clothes.
He knows very well that Mr. Zhao's "The Sapphire Case" has been quietly read by Sister Doukou very often recently.
Several times recently, when she came to supervise his homework, she would flip through a miscellaneous book aside, holding her chin in her hand, biting her lip and looking at a certain page in the book, as if she was in a daze, and would not turn the page for a long time.
The young man was curious, and one time she left in a hurry after receiving an order from her mother, and forgot about the miscellaneous books. He picked them up and flipped through them, and found a piece of poetry paper with someone's poems falling between the pages.
The handwriting is elegant and graceful.
However, what puzzled the little emperor Li Wangque was.
He also liked Mr. Zhao's "The Sapphire Case". Every time he hurriedly admired and admired it in front of her, Sister Doukou never made a sound and listened quietly. When he asked her questions, he shook his head or smiled.
skip……
At this time, seeing Zhao Rong and Doukou looking at each other, the latter even mentioned "The Sapphire Case" in person.
The little emperor perked up and pricked up his ears, as if he was afraid of missing what the two next said.
"Mr. Zhao?"
Daukou opened her lips and whispered.
Seeing Zhao Rongzheng staring at her, not knowing what he was looking at, the girl couldn't help but frown slightly, and her round and delicate chin that she habitually raised raised a little more.
His eyes were focused on the words "greedy and talented" mentioned by the sisters who came back from Xingzi Town not far away.
Zhao Rong was actually distracted.
Because just now when the little emperor mentioned that he could borrow and take out books at will, he suddenly remembered that there seemed to be a book among his belongings that he wanted to return.
Well, I brought it down from the seventh floor of the academy building and brought it to Dali to return it...
"Oh, sorry, I remembered something else."
At this moment, the young scholar looked at the girl in palace clothes and nodded apologetically.
"you……"
A look of sullenness appeared on Daukou's pretty face, but soon she took a deep breath and her expression calmed down.
"Sir, have you finished thinking about it?"
Zhao Rong nodded sheepishly.
"Well, what did you ask? Can you say it again?"
Kao Kao looked at him for a few breaths and then repeated it again.
she waits for answer
However, Zhao Rong nodded and said directly: "Well, you are thinking too much."
With that said, he left directly.
The girl squinted her eyes and looked at his back.
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PS: It’s a bit short, cough cough, at two o’clock in the morning, brothers, please refresh~