During the year of mourning for Zhao Fangyu, the eldest lady was not idle either. Aunt Xuehuan, the etiquette master in Meng Yanzhen's palace, was invited to give Zhao Fangyu private lessons. She wrote a letter back to Longxi to tell Old Master Li that there were some matters at home, so Longxi didn't need to worry about Zhao Fangyu's marriage anymore.

When Shi Er Lang heard the news, he was stunned for a moment and stopped talking. He was absent-minded for several days. If his uncle had not saved his life on the battlefield, he would have had a bowl-sized scar on his neck.

After the war, Shillang returned home and Qillang was waiting for him in the courtyard.

Others don’t know what Twelve Lang feels for Zhao Fangyu, but Seventh Lang knows.

Qilang also knew that there must be some internal reasons why Zhao Fangyu did not marry Longxi, but he did not find out anything. He only knew that the Zhao family intended to send Zhao Fangyu to the palace.

So Qillang brought some wine and went to find Shillang to get drunk.

"I know she is a flower I can't pick."

Shi Erlang looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and the smile he forced out was bitter and inexpressible: "My mother doesn't like her background, so how can she like a warrior like me?"

"I failed to convince my mother to arrange a marriage for me. I was one step late. Now it will be impossible in the future."

Qilang was speechless and patted Shierlang's shoulder silently.

Shierlang of Longxi did not marry the girl he liked the first time. Shierlang was important, but not that important. So for everyone, not being able to marry his beloved was not a big deal that deserved to be taken seriously.

Li Lin was happy because of the news that Zhao Fangyu was going to enter the palace. She felt that her niece's chances of winning had greatly increased!

When Shi Erlang received news about Zhao Fangyu again, Zhao Fangyu had already entered the palace.

Taking advantage of the fact that the emperor was holding another beauty contest in spring, the Zhao family naturally sent Zhao Fangyu into the palace. At the same time, with the efforts of the eldest lady, Zhao Fangyu's final destination was not the harem of a certain prince, but an ordinary female official in the Shangyi Bureau.

At the same time, Zhang family's eldest daughter Zhang Yingying also entered the palace this year.

During the selection, Zhao Fangyu once saw from afar this woman who was in passionate love with several princes.

After all, she is the heroine and she is indeed good-looking, but in Zhao Fangyu's opinion, she is only pretty and has no character, and is not at all comparable to her older sister Zhao Fangjin.

Zhao Fangjin was already married, and not long after Zhao Fangyu entered the palace, she sent a message saying that she was three months pregnant.

Thinking of Zhao Fangjin's age, Zhao Fangyu couldn't help but worry.

The childbirth environment in ancient times was extremely difficult, and women gave birth at a very young age for the first time, so the first birth was mostly difficult.

Zhao Fangyu wanted to help but was powerless. He could only remind Zhao Fangjin in the letter to control his diet, move more when free, do some simple exercises, prepare two more midwives, and have a reliable old mother by his side.

The eldest lady would naturally tell Zhao Fangjin these words, but Zhao Fangyu was always worried because he couldn't see them.

Zhao Fangjin's life became much more leisurely after she became pregnant. Her mother-in-law took over the household duties, and she just focused on preparing for the birth of her child. She would send a thick stack of letters home every month.

In the main hall, there was burning the refreshing incense sent by the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Zhao Fangyu didn't like the smell very much, but he never changed it.

What she was worried about was that if some important person came to the Sutra Hall one day, and something went wrong, the blame would be placed on her.

In fact, in the few months since Zhao Fangyu came, the Sutra Hall has been peaceful and no master has ever come.

The female clerks who took shifts with Zhao Fangyu all thought that Zhao Fangyu was secretly tripped up by some thieves and ended up in the Sutra Repository. Otherwise, with Zhao Fangyu's character and appearance, how could she have gotten to the Sutra Repository and become a female clerk with an honorary title outside the official ranks?

Later, seeing that no one had ever come to cause trouble for Zhao Fangyu, and Zhao Fangyu did not show any resentment at all, he suppressed his doubts and worked with Zhao Fangyu at ease.

It was the fifteenth day again. A woman wearing a light red palace maid's dress and with two maids' hair combed into her hair walked into the Sutra Hall with a smile on her face. She handed a chicken-wing wood carved lacquer food box and a thick family letter to Zhao Fangyu.

"Hello, Miss Runyi. I have just received some news today. The beauty asked me to bring it to you."

The person who came was Meng Yanzhen's maid, named Lan Ye. It was she who brought Zhao Fangyu to the Sutra Hall.

Zhao Fangyu was not from a royal family, and he entered the palace only to avoid disaster. He had no intention of marrying up to a rich and powerful man. It was easy for him to hide a girl in such a huge palace.

As soon as he received the news, Meng Yanzhen searched the palace and finally found a sparsely populated Sutra Hall in the hands of the Shangyi Bureau and stuffed Zhao Fangyu in.

The palace had strict rules and regulations. Zhao Fangyu did not want to be treated specially and considered herself a girl from an ordinary family. She let Shangguan give her a name and never argued for herself.

Therefore, Runyi was the name Zhao Fangyu used when he was on official business in the palace.

But Miss Zhang shined brightly in the palace. The Third Prince and the First Prince almost fought over her during the selection, and in the end His Majesty did not arrange a marriage for her, like Zhao Fangyu, and arranged her into the Six Shangs and Twenty-Four Departments.

But gold will always shine, and trouble-makers will always stir up trouble.

This famous female protagonist who traveled through time and space in a novel not only wrote a famous poem about chrysanthemum that became sung all over Beijing, but also said when Shangguan gave her the name that her body and hair were given by her parents, and her name was also given by her parents, which was full of her parents' deep love for their daughter and should not be easily changed.

On the first day after entering the palace, he made enemies with his superiors. It was really reckless.

Zhao Fangyu took the gift with a smile, thanked her, and waited for Lan Ye to drink a cup of tea before personally seeing her off.

Zhao Fangyu's Sutra Hall was quiet and peaceful, and he used to live there peacefully. He would spend a day with a pot of tea, a plate of cakes, and two books in the pavilion.

Occasionally, when someone made a mistake, they would be called to a regular meeting, and life there became more comfortable than when they were at the Zhao family.

The cleaning of the Sutra Hall was done by a maidservant nearby. She was a female clerk in the Twenty-Four Departments. Although she was not a meritorious official, she was still a managerial position. She had little work to do by herself, and basically did light work like copying book lists.

There was no one around, so Zhao Fangjin leaned on the small couch in front of the window and read the letter from home that Zhao Fangjin had sent.

The letter said that she was not pregnant yet and Song Bai treated her very well, taking her out for outings during his days off. However, she was not allowed to eat outside and was kept away from cold things. Later, he even forbade her to eat homemade ice balls. She was only served warm and nourishing dishes every day, which made her lose her appetite.

At the end of the letter, Zhao Fanglan was mentioned.

After Zhao Fanglan was sent to the countryside, Aunt Zhang was poisoned to death. Her mother had planned so much for her, but in the end she died without a word of comfort.

It is said that when Zhao Fanglan learned of Aunt Zhang's death, she could not speak, but her teeth were opening and closing, and her expression was ferocious, just like a swearing street shrew.

Zhao Fangyu was in a good mood and used the small ceramic stove to make himself a cup of boiled water.

"What's your name? Are you derelict in your duty in broad daylight?" A clear and beautiful female voice was heard, and the next moment, Zhao Fangyu heard the voice of the eldest prince.

"Is such a sneaky and cunning person worthy of being a palace maid?"

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