I was a princess in ancient times

Song Nian is Jia Wang's servant, and what he says is Jia Wang's attitude.

He called Su Xian old lady instead of Nanny Xian, because he regarded Su Xian as King Jia's aunt, not the ceremonial mother that Su Zhaoyi in the palace gave to the little lady of the palace.

The concubine's face was blue and red, and as the person next to her pillow, she certainly knew how much King Jia respected Su Xian. When she was in Su Zhaoyi's palace in the past, she also treated Su Xian with courtesy. Comparing with Su Xian.

This time Su Xian came to the palace to teach Fifth Lady, the princess purposely put on a cold face and acted like a concubine, in order to warn Su Xian not to meddle in the affairs of the palace by relying on her status as half an elder and half a servant.

But she never expected that before even a cup of tea would pass, Su Xian would change from a nun Xian to an old lady in the mansion, and she would still live in the 'Shou'an Courtyard' permanently.

Thinking of King Jia's majesty when he slumped, Wang Hao's face turned slightly pale, her hands under her wide sleeves pressed hard against the edge of the chair, the blood from her fingertips disappeared, and she no longer cared about the 'little granny' who was upset by Fourth Lady's mouthful.

The concubine accepted everyone's farewell absent-mindedly, staring at Su Xian's back as she left calmly, she opened her mouth several times quietly, without uttering the word 'aunt'.

After entering the palace for 35 years, she only relied on Su Zhaoyi to be named a seventh-rank appraiser in the Shang Palace Bureau, and was honored as a Xian mother. How could she be called an aunt?

"Have someone send a message to the Imperial College to ask the eldest lady to return home early after school today." The princess closed her eyes and leaned back on the chair, the corners of her eyes were full of exhaustion, "Fifth lady has a new residence, and she will go to the Imperial College to study soon. Daddy As the elder sister, the lady should send a congratulatory gift, and then tell the fifth lady some reasoning, so that the fifth lady will not make mistakes in her words and deeds in the Imperial College, and embarrass the palace."

Aunt Lin answered in a low voice, but did not leave immediately.

After a few breaths, the concubine spoke again, her low voice became louder, and she said through gritted teeth, "Tell Si Niangzi, you are not allowed to go out unless you make a complete purse. Those maids around her who dare to help her will be kicked out of the mansion directly." .”

Aunt Lin sighed secretly, she could already imagine the unbelievable appearance of Fourth Lady.

The Fourth Lady sent Su Xian to Qixia Courtyard and still refused to leave, holding Su Xian's hand, as if she had endless words to say.Until the maidservant behind her reminded Si Niangzi in a low voice, "The old lady is exhausted from traveling and traveling, I am afraid she is already tired." 'She just stepped back and left.

Taking advantage of the time when the fourth lady was pestering Su Xian, Mrs. Zhong vacated the main room, which didn't have many things, and moved to the west courtyard originally reserved for Su Xian.

Just at noon, the big kitchen delivered hot meals, with as many as twelve dishes.

After Su Xian finished her meal, her face became even more tired. After a few delays with Mrs. Zhong, she finally went to the main room to take a rest.

Su Xian did not go out of the palace alone, but also brought two maids by her side.

Mrs. Zhong asked Caishi and her maid to wait for orders from the main room at any time not far from the main room.

After carefully confirming that there were no omissions, Mrs. Zhong went to the east courtyard where Ji Xinxue lived.

Ji Xinxue is sorting out his pen and ink from childhood to adulthood.

When we were in Wangfei's courtyard just now, Song Nian told him and Si Niangzi that the admission documents for the Imperial College had been sent to King Jia, and they would go to the Imperial College to study in seven days.

Si Niangzi cheered immediately, and couldn't wait to ask Song Nian about the Imperial College.

Although Ji Xinxue's reaction was not as exaggerated as Fourth Lady's, it was hard to hide her joy.

Thanks to the women of the Yu Dynasty who can study, he has the opportunity to see what the world outside the palace is like.

What kind of era was the Yu Dynasty?

To what extent can Emperor Yanguang be unprincipled?

Before that, Ji Xinxue still had to worry about whether he could keep up with the progress of the Imperial College.

Being able to enter the Guozijian at the age of seven is either a descendant of nobles or a son of a powerful official. It is impossible to wait until the age of seven to truly enlighten.

Even Ji Xinxue, who was trapped in the dilapidated courtyard since she was a child, has learned to read with Mrs. Zhong since she was three years old.

Although Mrs. Zhong has been a female official, her knowledge is limited, so she can only teach Ji Xinxue to recite the Four Books and Five Classics, and urge Ji Xinxue to practice calligraphy.

Ji Xinxue locked herself in the house, and carefully sorted out the pen and ink that she used to write. In addition to the increasingly neat and beautiful lower script with hairpin flowers, there were occasionally a few wild cursives drawn with silver hooks and iron.

Compared with the gradually improved hairpin lowercase script, and the occasional wild cursive, the handwriting is almost exactly the same, and it has a romantic charm that has been practiced for many years before it can be picked up.

After sorting out all the pen and ink, the wild grass Ji Xinxue picked out was as thick as a knuckle.

He skillfully dragged out the brazier from under the table, and threw all the hemp paper with cursive writing into it.

The brazier was burning very well, when Mrs. Zhong suddenly hurried in from the door.

"Are you burning your dissatisfied words again?" Mrs. Zhong turned around and opened the closed window, beckoning the colorful beads not far away to guard the window.

Ji Xinxue didn't need to look up to see Miss Zhong's expression to know what Miss Zhong would say next.

It was nothing more than telling him tactfully that if he was not liked by King Jia, he would still be a noble daughter of the palace, so there was no need to be strict with himself in this regard, the purpose was to let him be content with being ordinary, and he must not have the idea of ​​being too strong.

Randomly picked up a stack of hairpin flowers and lower script and threw them into the raging brazier, completely covering the wild weeds that had not been swallowed by the flames, Ji Xinxue smiled nonchalantly, "Song Nian said that before going to the Imperial College to study, Aye would help My Fourth Sister and I bought some new things, and I will first clear the place where these things are placed."

Mrs. Zhong paused, her gaze swept over the seven or eight wooden boxes that were open on the ground, and she swallowed the words that were already on her lips.

It stands to reason that Qixia Courtyard is seven or eight times larger than the courtyard they used to live in, even if King Jia sent more things, there would be no place to put them.

But Ji Xinxue's habit since she was a child is to put the things she likes on the bright side, where she can easily touch them.

These old pens and inks are Ji Xinxue's few favorite things, and they are always placed in the corner of the room, so that Ji Xinxue can look at them at any time.

Sensing Ji Xinxue's admiration for King Jia in words, Mrs. Zhong's heart was sore and soft.

It is natural for a child to yearn for his father, no matter how cruel she is, she cannot open her mouth to disappoint Ji Xinxue at this time.

Looking at the burning brazier in a daze for a while, Mrs. Zhong remembered the business, and whispered, "You look like a king, and the old lady likes you because of that. Don't lose your sense of proportion because of the old lady's liking, like Si Niang is relying on the old lady to mess around."

Ji Xinxue glanced at the wrinkled handkerchief between Mrs. Zhong's hands, and sighed secretly.

After so many years, he still hasn't made any progress. Every time he is brainwashed, he has to take off the veil first.

"Understood." Ji Xinxue responded, thinking that in the future, more and more people will come into contact with, and not everyone is as easy to deceive as Mrs. Zhong and the servants of Qixiayuan. There is no need to keep the handwriting of 'Ji Xinxue' and the lower script of hairpin flowers used as a cover-up, so I grabbed a thick stack of lower script hairpin flowers and threw it into the brazier.

Mrs. Zhong knew nothing about Ji Xinxue's perfunctory, and continued to earnestly ask, "Si Niangzi, as the daughter of the royal family, acts like a baby in the arms of the old lady. She is cute and cute. If you are like Si Niangzi, you will not If the rules don't know how to advance or retreat, not only the old lady will not like it, but the king will also be unhappy."

"Hmm..." Fortunately, he is not a real seven-year-old child, otherwise it would be hard not to be jealous of Miss Si because of what Mrs. Zhong said.

"When you go to the Imperial College to study, don't make intimate physical contact with your classmates." Mrs. Zhong raised her hand to wipe the sweat from Ji Xinxue's temples. The gentleness of her movements made her words ruthless. Unscrupulous, even if they occasionally make some outrageous actions, the master and teaching assistants mostly laugh it off for the sake of those who support them."

"You are different from those little ladies. You, Aye, are prejudiced against you because of your mother. You were reprimanded the other day for being too polite to meet people. I asked the old lady to give you some advice. If you know that you are in the Imperial College and get along with your classmates If you don't stick to the details, you will definitely be disappointed. If the princess knows that your behavior outside the palace will ruin the reputation of the young lady of the palace, and implicate the eldest lady and the fourth lady, she will not let our mother and daughter go." Mrs. Zhong wiped the corners of her eyes with a tight handkerchief , choking with sobs, "Thousands of mistakes, all of them are Aniang's fault."

Ji Xinxue's brows showed helplessness, and she held Mrs. Zhong's hand that was still on her lap.

He had a way to interrupt Mrs. Zhong's words, but he knew very well that Mrs. Zhong would still say these words to him before officially going to the Imperial College.

The only thing Ji Xinxue can do is to make a serious conclusion when Mrs. Zhong stops talking temporarily, and promise to Mrs. Zhong, "Don't worry, Auntie, I will study at ease when I go to the Imperial College, and I will never play with others to delay my studies. Let Aye and Aniang down."

Unexpectedly, after Mrs. Zhong nodded in relief, she changed the subject, and began to ask Ji Xinxue not to let the maids outside come close, otherwise she would be laughed at by her classmates for not having anyone available at home, which would damage the reputation of the palace.

After listening to the chanting all afternoon, Ji Xinxue's face became more and more numb, unknowingly burned all the pen and ink accumulated over the years, and troubled Madam Li to pour the brazier dozens of times.

The author has something to say:

Miss Zhong's thoughts ≠ Ji Xinxue's thoughts ≠ Jia Wang's thoughts