I fulfilled the female supporting role's wish and I succeeded

Chapter 132 Do You Know (27)

There was a constant stream of traffic in front of Sheng Mansion.

The carriages from various mansions almost blocked the street in front of Sheng Mansion.

Visiting cards flew into the Sheng Mansion like snowflakes, and the smile on Sheng Hong's face became brighter and brighter.

He stroked his beard, feeling the long-lost glory.

"My lord, this scholar Zhuang is truly worthy of his reputation!" Wang Ruofu looked at the mountain of visiting cards, her tone filled with unconcealable excitement.

Sheng Hong nodded proudly, "Of course. Master Zhuang is a great scholar of our time. It is a blessing for the Sheng family to have him teach here."

Lin Qinshuang stood aside, her eyes moving and a barely perceptible smile on her lips.

She spoke softly, "Honglang, since so many people want their children to study with Master Zhuang, why not..."

She paused deliberately, observing Sheng Hong's reaction.

Sheng Hong really took the bait, "Why not what?"

"Why not select a few talented children and have them study together? This will not only demonstrate the master's generosity and kindness, but also allow the children to promote each other and make progress together."

Sheng Hong pondered for a moment and felt that Lin Qinshuang was right.

"Alright, just do as you say."

Finally, after a round of screening, the young master of the Duke of Qi's Mansion and the second son of the Ningyuan Marquis' Mansion, Gu Tingye, stood out.

Qi Heng is gentle and elegant, while Gu Tingye seems a bit rebellious.

Sheng Hong looked at Lin Qinshuang, a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes.

"Shuang'er, Minglan is a concubine's daughter after all..."

Lin Qinshuang sighed softly, with a hint of helplessness in her eyes.

"Master, I know what you are worried about, but Wei Xiaoniang's fault should not be implicated on the child."

She paused, her tone more sincere.

"Although Minglan is young, she is also very smart. Let her study under Master Zhuang, so that she can learn from books and be able to distinguish right from wrong. This will help her avoid taking detours in the future."

Sheng Hong's expression relaxed a little.

Lin Qinshuang struck while the iron was hot, "Besides, Minglan, Molan, and Rulan are all sisters. They share the same fate. Master should understand that."

Sheng Hong finally nodded, "You're right, then let Minglan study with us."

Lin Qinshuang's lips curled up into a barely perceptible smile.

The morning light shines through the window lattices and falls on the floor of the school, creating mottled light and shadows.

The air was filled with the faint scent of ink, mixed with the rustling sound of turning pages.

Zhuang Xuejiu's voice was rhythmic and flowing like a clear spring, telling the artistic conception of the poem.

Several children of the Sheng family sat at their desks, listening attentively.

Minglan's slender fingers gently stroked the pages, feeling the rough texture of the paper.

The scent of ink permeated her nose, making her feel refreshed.

Rulan was a little absent-minded, secretly glancing at the scenery outside the window from time to time.

Changbai would occasionally yawn secretly, but would quickly perk himself up and continue listening to the lecture.

Molan always maintained a dignified demeanor, with a gleam of curiosity in her eyes.

Gu Tingye leaned back in his chair, seemingly nonchalant, but in fact he took every word of Zhuang Xuejiu to heart.

Qi Heng sat upright, taking notes seriously.

Outside the window, birds are singing happily on the branches, and the leaves are rustling in the breeze.

The sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves, casting mottled spots of light on the ground like jumping notes.

In the school, Zhuang Xuejiu's voice continues, and the children are enjoying themselves in the ocean of knowledge.

Time flies, the years are like a shuttle.

Under the guidance of Zhuang Xuejiu, several children of the Sheng family gradually grew up.

Lin Qinshuang leaned against the carved Arhat bed, her fingertips tapping on the rosewood armrests, making crisp sounds.

She thought of Sheng Hong's praise of Molan, and a smile appeared on her lips.

Molan is her daughter who she carefully raised. She is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and songs.

As for the relationships between classmates, she never took them to heart.

In her opinion, those were just insignificant little things and not worth her worry at all.

With Molan's intelligence, she will be able to handle it with ease.

In Sheng Hong's study, the air was filled with the fragrance of ink, and Qi Heng was discussing Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy with Sheng Hong.

He tapped the calligraphy on the table with his fingers and talked freely, with a sense of elegance between his brows.

"Yan style calligraphy is majestic and powerful, truly a treasure of calligraphy."

Sheng Hong stroked his beard and smiled, "Young Master, you have a good eye. The essence of Yan style calligraphy lies in its momentum."

At this time, the doorman came to report, "Master, Old Master Yu is here to visit."

Sheng Hong quickly stood up and said, "Quick, please invite the old master in."

He turned to Qi Heng and said, "Young Master, it's rare for Old Master Yu to come today. Why don't you stay and have dinner together?"

Qi Heng was about to agree when he heard his servant Wuwei teasing him, "Young Master, your real intention is not to go to the bar. You want to see more of the fourth lady, right?"

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Qi Heng's face, but he pretended to be calm, "Wuwei, stop talking nonsense."

He turned to Sheng Hong and said, "Since the old master is here, it's time for me to take my leave."

Sheng Hong saw what Qi Heng was thinking, but he didn't point it out. He just smiled and said, "Okay, let's get together another day."

After saying goodbye to Sheng Hong, Qi Heng left in a hurry, but his heart was beating like a deer, full of longing for Molan.

Old Master Yu brought his granddaughter Yu Yanran to the Sheng Mansion, and Sheng Hong warmly welcomed them.

Molan took Yu Yanran to the garden to appreciate the flowers. The two of them talked as they walked, like two dancing butterflies.

Molan pointed at the blooming crabapple flowers and said to Yu Yanran, "Sister Yanran, look how gorgeous these crabapple flowers are."

Yu Yanran covered her mouth and chuckled, "That's right, just like sister Molan, bright and beautiful."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

At this time, Qi Heng was looking for Molan everywhere. He walked through the corridor, around the rockery, and finally saw Molan in the garden.

He was about to step forward when his way was suddenly blocked by a figure.

It’s Minglan.

She held a collection of poems in her hand and walked in front of Qi Heng casually.

"Young Master, do you like reading poetry too?"

Qi Heng frowned slightly. He didn't want to talk much with Minglan. He just wanted to find Molan as soon as possible.

"Ah."

He responded perfunctorily and wanted to bypass Minglan.

Minglan, however, was not discouraged and continued to ask, "Which poet do you like, young master? I like Li Qingzhao's poems the most. They are graceful, delicate and deeply moving."

Qi Heng was a little impatient, but he didn't want to show it directly.

He suppressed his inner irritation and said casually, "I like Li Qingzhao too."

Seeing that Qi Heng paid attention to her, Minglan started chatting with him even more enthusiastically, talking about everything from poetry and songs to astronomy and geography.

Qi Heng was anxious, but unable to escape. He could only listen to Minglan's chatter helplessly, but his eyes kept drifting towards Molan in the distance.

How he wished that Minglan would leave tactfully, giving him a chance to be alone with Molan.

However, Minglan seemed unaware of his thoughts and continued chattering in his ear.

Qi Heng's heart felt like it was scratched by a cat, itchy and uncomfortable.