To be honest, this was the first time Feng Yi and Jiang Shangrong wrote a memorial to the lord.
They deliberated over every word and sentence, trying to use the simplest language to explain the matter clearly.
For this, the two top students of the Golden Scale Academy stayed up all night. They wrote a thick stack of useless drafts, but they could not finalize it.
It was not that they had obsessive-compulsive disorder of perfection, nor was it that they did not have enough knowledge. It was just that the more they wrote about it, the more difficult it was for them. However, they had to bite the bullet and write it. That was why they hesitated and wasted a lot of manuscripts.
From dusk till dawn, the two of them discussed for several hours before finally finalizing the draft.
"I was wondering why my head was a little dizzy … It's already the second day …"
Sun Lan walked to the window and opened it. The golden morning light poured through the gap and shrouded them, as if they were wearing a thin layer of golden gauze. Feng Yi's eyes were used to the darkness and candlelight. Suddenly being shone by the cold but exceptionally bright morning light, his sore eyeballs could not help but protest. He subconsciously raised his hand to cover his eyes to block the morning light. Only then did he feel much better.
"It's getting late. I'll ask someone to prepare warm water to wash up."
After washing up, he would catch up on his sleep lest he suddenly died from cultivating all night.
Feng Yi slowly got up from the mat. Although he was careful, his mind was a little muddled. His feet were so soft as if he was stepping on cotton.
Before he ordered, the servant informed him that the eldest lady of the Feng family and the eldest lady of the Qiguan family had come to visit.
"Why is Jinghui here?"
Changsheng was understandable because the two families lived very close to each other. Changsheng liked to visit Feng Yi to play since he was young. However, Jinghui could not understand. The relationship between the two families was not that close. She came to visit early in the morning.
Thinking of this, his slow brain finally thought of someone.
Feng Yi turned his gaze to Sun Lan, who was immersed in cultivating. Her reaction was even slower than his. She was still in a state of confusion.
He thought that he knew the main reason why Qiguan Jinghui suddenly came to visit.
"Wash your face. Don't go out to meet people with an oily face and dull eyes."
Even though they were so familiar with each other, the young man still did not want the woman to see his oily face and unwashed eye sores.
Even if these two were handsome young men, which young man who could make a young girl yearn for love hadn't been carefully groomed?
"Brother Rong Li, I'm here to find you."
Cheerful voices drifted into the room, dispersing the originally heavy atmosphere, as if injecting vitality into the air.
By the time Chang Sheng and Lu Ta arrived, Feng Yi and the others had already been served by the servants to wash their faces with warm water. When the warm and steamy towels touched their faces, they quivered and their muddled minds became slightly clearer. She carefully brushed her teeth twice with dental powder, rinsed her mouth with warm water, combed her long hair again, and put on the accessories on her waist. Not long after, there were two fresh and refreshing young men.
"Why are you here so early?" Feng Yi only came out to meet him after she was done tidying up. "Have you had breakfast?"
Changsheng said, "Not yet."
Feng Yi took the opportunity to say, "Then let's have breakfast together before we talk about anything else."
"Brother Rong Li, look at the dark circles under your and Lan's eyes. You were so worried that you didn't sleep last night?"
Changsheng smiled and squinted her eyes. Her smiling eyes glanced at the dark circles under their eyes, and then looked at their low spirits. She immediately guessed that these two companions had been cultivating for an entire night. However, the gloating in her words was too obvious. Feng Yi knocked on her head.
"Great, the two of you came all the way here just to see how pathetic the two of us are?"
Changsheng smiled and said, "This is just along the way. I originally wanted to imitate Sister Jinghui and give Brother Rong Li a difficult problem …"
Feng Yi's smile froze. Now, when he heard the word "difficult", he was a little afraid.
If Qiguan Jinghui did not set a good example for Changsheng, how could she teach bad people?
Without waiting for him to say anything, Changsheng used a handkerchief to gently stroke the dark circles under his eyes and said with distress, "After seeing you, I can't bear to do it."
Although he didn't say any warm words, those few simple words made Feng Yi feel warm.
Look, Changsheng was the cute one. Qiguan Jinghui was the Rakshasa wearing a cute fake skin.
Sun Lan looked at the two showing off their affection as if there was no one else around. He faintly had the illusion that his stomach was bloated.
He was not a fool. If he did not show his misery to gain sympathy at this time, then when would he do it?
After the four of them had breakfast, Changsheng asked, "How does Lan plan to solve the problem raised by Sister Jinghui?"
Sun Lan took out a few pieces of paper from his sleeve. He was a little perturbed. This was the answer sheet that he and his companions wrote after staying up all night cultivating.
Qiguan Jinghui did not really force him. She was just making things difficult for him. It did not matter if Sun Lan could not achieve it, as long as he had the intention.
Seeing that Sun Lan really took out the "answer sheet", she was a little curious and wanted to take a look.
She did not know how many points the two "scholars" in front of her could produce after a night of painstaking effort.
Changsheng also came over to take a look. The two were originally smiling, but the more they read, the more serious their gazes became.
At the end, Changsheng said, "No."
Jinghui folded the few pieces of paper neatly and said, "I don't agree either."
The Golden Scale Academy taught everything. The teachers paid more attention to the combination of teaching materials and practical matters. The higher the grade, the closer the content was to the real situation. Jinghui and Changsheng were not in the same grade, but their grades were among the best in the Golden Scale Academy.
They were taught by the great scholars in school, and at home, they had their families to give them special attention. It was understandable that they were not excellent.
Changsheng was born in the Feng family. Her grandfather, Feng Ren, was one of the big shots in the Golden Scale Academy. It was too easy for her to give them special attention.
Qiguan Jinghui's grandfather was the great scholar in Hejian, Wei Yuan. Old Master Wei Yuan also moved here to retire, and he could teach his granddaughter at the same time.
Even though the two had not really finished their apprenticeship, their political sense was not inferior to Fengyi's. Because of their family background, they were even more sensitive.
After reading the contents of the booklet, they knew what made Fengyi and the others stay up all night. The more they read, the more frightened they were, so they immediately rejected it.
"Do you know what will happen to you if the contents of the booklet are leaked?" Changsheng showed a rare solemn expression, "This booklet involves the interests of too many people. Those whose interests are at stake can't touch Duke Lanting, but it's easy for them to touch you."
It was not as simple as having two heads of household, there were also suggestions for tax changes.
When it comes to taxes, once it's started, it can't be stopped.
Just by looking at the first few suggestions for changes, Changsheng knew that if this thing was leaked, it would bring disaster to Sun Lan and the others.
Even if they had the protection of their elders, as long as there was such a "stain", their future career would be in jeopardy.
Jinghui also regretted it.
If she had known that Sun Lan would have this idea, she would not have used this to make things difficult for them. It would have been better to use a gentle method to have a good conversation.
She knew Sun Lan's temperament, so Qiguan Jinghui was not worried that she would waste her life in the backyard like other women.
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