Chapter 65
CHAPTER 65I’m not the same as you
They naturally did their best in this course.
“Zeze (tsk tsk)…… you really try hard.” Jing Yue crossed her legs and sat on a stone chair, carrying a teacup with one hand and using another hand to eat some snacks. She was watching everyone continuing to work hard on practicing their etiquette at what should have been their rest period.
“Boring.” ShangGuan LingLan yawned with a sleepy face.
“Jing Yue, quick! Help me see! Is my way of walking already correct?” Ning XiangYuan pulled Jing Yue to stand on a stone road, asking Jing Yue to see her walk.
“O……” Without putting the teacup and the snack on her hands down, Jing Yue leaned against a tree trunk and watched Ning XiangYuan cautiously used those small lotus steps to walk.
“Your hand-move is wrong.” Jing Yue drank her tea and spoke dully.
“Don’t hang your head down too low, make your steps larger, hand……” As Jing Yue corrected Ning XiangYuan mistakes, a thread of amus.e.m.e.nt indescribably rose in her heart; ‘Turns out training someone can be this amusing ah.’ Jing Yue grinned and became more enthusiastic in helping Ning XiangYuan practiced.
“Aiya…… I’m really tired.” Ning XiangYuan pushed her aching body to sit on the stone chair, her face was filled with grievances.
“I must be really stupid right? I can’t even learn such a simple thing.” Ning XiangYuan’s eyes went red when she spoke. Jing Yue and ShangGuan LingLan stared at each other, speechless.
Jing Yue, who couldn’t find the right words to comfort Ning XiangYuan, rolled her eyes and raised her finger to point at her own self and ShangGuan LingLan saying: “YuanYuan, just think about the two of us and you’ll instantly feel you are very smart!”
“E……” Ning XiangYuan was somewhat stunned. She raised her gaze to stare at Jing Yue and ShangGuan LingLan and burst out laughing: “How could you talk about yourself like that? Really……” Ning XiangYuan glared at Jing Yue and scolded playfully.
“YuanYuan, why do you care so much about entering the palace ah?” Jing Yue spoke after she drank her tea and smacked her lips.
“To be able to enter the palace is an honor ah. If I can be recognized by the Consort G.o.ddess, it would smoothen my father’s way as a government official.” Ning XiangYuan held her arms and spoke with slightly drooped eyes: “I’m not the same as both of you. If I have no ability, I would only be used and married as a tool to form relation.”
Jing Yue s.h.i.+vered in her heart, she suddenly understood after seeing Ning XiangYuan’s drooped head.
“Is there something wrong with your father?” ShangGuan LingLan wrinkled her eyebrows. She stared at Ning XiangYuan and said: “If you need me to help, you only need to say it.”
“LanLan, you can’t help me.” Ning XiangYuan bit her lip and shook her head. She took a deep breath and put a smile on her face and said: “Let’s continue to practice! YueYue, you help me watch again all right?”
Jing Yue and ShangGuan LingLan glanced at each other. Seeing the helplessness in each other’s eyes, they lowered their gaze, stood up and went to accompany Ning XiangYuan practicing. Joyous laughter appeared, fading some of the helplessness they all felt.
These three days, everyone doubled their efforts.
Except for Jing Yue and ShangGuan LingLan, practically everyone was very excited about this.
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w.a.n.gfu, three days later.
The school had specially granted that there was no need to study for that day. Every student was to wait at the school gate at half past sìshí and they would enter the palace together.
Early in the morning today, Jing Yue was dragged up by Yin Qiao. She said Jing Yue had to prepare and dress properly, that Jing Yue couldn’t lose her face when she entered the Palace. Jing Yue suddenly recalled the last time she followed Xiao Chen and entered the Palace, at once, her mood turned bad.
In the crack of dawn, Jing Yue, who was hugging her pillow, glared fiercely at a small box of gold hairpins on Yin Qiao’s hand and shouted: “Yin Qiao! If you dare to put all those gold on my head, I’ll cut you down!”