An ugly girl starts off, then becomes a beauty

The new year is here, and it’s time to prepare to go to Zhijia School.

For some time before this, Sang Ling lived much more comfortably in Gao's house. With Gao Heng's medicine, he could exercise freely in Hanning Garden. He sweated a lot during daily activities, and his metabolism was faster, eliminating the accumulated things in his body. The skin on his face became smoother, and he could finally feel his waist.

The three meals a day followed the same regular pattern. In the morning and at noon, he would have some protein and carbohydrates as before. At night, he would not be completely empty-stomached, but would have some vegetables. Under Sang Feng'e's arrangement, the people in Gao's mansion also specially prepared food for Sang Ling, so she didn't have to remind him too much.

On the first day of school, Gao Heng personally sent Sang Ling there. Cheng Ai and Ya Nu, who served Sang Ling in Hanning Garden, also accompanied him along the way.

The Zhi family was not in the downtown area of ​​Chang'an, so they stayed quite a distance from Gao's house for a quiet time, so they got up early that day. Gao Heng sat in the carriage at the back, and Sang Ling lay by the window of the carriage in front to watch the street scene in the city for a while, and then fell asleep in Cheng's arms.

In a daze, she heard someone calling her, so she wiped the saliva from her mouth and stood up. Old Cheng smiled and lifted the carriage curtain. When she looked up, she saw Ya Nu waiting by the side with a book bag. Gao Heng also strode over and gave her a few more instructions, "The teacher has a good temper, and he can't control all the students here. Just focus on studying your lessons and don't get distracted."

This is obvious. Those who come here are young children of officials, and naturally some of them are spoiled. Zhi Qutong is old, so he will definitely not be able to subdue them.

She nodded and responded solemnly, "Yes, cousin."

"Take a rest at si hour, and then go to Qingshan Temple to have a meal. I will come to pick you up and take you back home at you hour."

"Yes, cousin." She followed suit.

Gao Heng seemed to be still thinking about what he wanted to say, but he heard a voice, "Brother Aman!"

A rough voice drew both of their gazes in the same direction. Not far away, on a maple muddy road, there was a snow-white precious horse walking, and on it sat a handsome young man with a short robe and trousers. He was a little stout and tall. He held the reins in one hand and the whip in the other, and there was a servant holding a book bag following beside him.

"Xuanwen." Gao Heng immediately walked quickly to the young man.

Sang Ling then got off the carriage with her skirt lifted and followed in slow steps.

"When you sent someone to talk to me two days ago, I wanted to invite you out for a drink. Your subordinates said that you went to Huiyang with General Sang, but I didn't expect you to come here in person today."

"I sent my sister to school. I mentioned this to you before."

As he spoke, the young man glanced at Sang Ling, but only for a moment before quickly looking away.

This must be the Nie Ce that my cousin mentioned earlier. In the early part of the month, Sang Ling was chatting with her aunt, and she heard her talk about some students in the school. This young Marquis Nie was quite famous, and his family were all nobles. His grandfather was the former prime minister Nie Da, his biological mother Madam Zhaoyu was the younger sister of the current queen, and his father was the famous Marquis Mu Wu of the imperial dynasty. He died on the battlefield in the first year of Jiansi, and the title was personally bestowed by the emperor, so the title was passed down to him.

But when he was young, this man was also a notorious devil in Chang'an City. Nie Taigong decided to send him to the northwest for training. When he was fifteen years old, he led his army to rescue the prefect of Zhangye from the Turks. At the beginning of last year, he was summoned back by the emperor himself and was appointed a general. He spent ten days a month studying at Tianshang Zhi's house, and the rest of the time he was training troops in Tianliang Camp. From time to time, he would go to the palace to pay homage to the emperor and empress.

"My sister Sang Ling." Gao Heng pulled her out.

"Nie Ce, with the courtesy name Xuanwen." The young man opposite took the initiative to bow. When he looked up again, there was a smile in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

Sang Ling did not turn around immediately, almost out of habit, waiting for the scrutinizing gaze to come at her - even though her face had recovered a lot now, it was still not as pretty as that of an ordinary girl, and her figure was fatter than that of an ordinary girl. In fact, the two skinny girls put together were not as wide as one of her sides. If the person opposite saw such a description for the first time, he would certainly be stunned.

But after waiting for a while, Nie Ce did not look at him again, and turned to talk to Gao Heng again. Sang Ling was stunned, and then he remembered to return the greeting quickly.

She couldn't help but be surprised: He wasn't staring at her?

After the two men finished exchanging greetings, it was time to enter Zhi Mansion. Sang Ling paused in front of the gate, slowly looked back, and saw Gao Heng lifting the curtain and watching her go.

Then he gave him a smile.

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There were few students in the hall during the first two days. There were always lazy people among the children of the powerful and wealthy. This was the coldest time of the year in early spring, so these pampered second-generation officials were naturally lazy.

Sang Ling has been attending classes seriously these days. With fewer people in the hall, she can concentrate more. Zhi Qutong is worthy of being the former Grand Tutor. He has his own set of rules for teaching and educating people, and occasionally inserts a few folk stories, so that the teaching is never rigid.

After a short break, several classmates either went to the garden to play or went to the bathroom. There were only two people sitting in the study room. Sang Ling's eyes were still on the bamboo slips.

I studied so meticulously that I didn't pay any attention to the eyes behind me.

Nie Ce had no interest in these studies. The only reason he came to the Zhi family's academy was because his grandfather forced him to do so.

But he did not move away - Gao Aman's cousin, and the eldest daughter of General Sang, inevitably aroused his curiosity, so he took a few more glances. Unexpectedly, every time he looked at her, she was either listening seriously or concentrating on the book, without any falsehood.

Although this girl is fat, she loves reading.

But he also knew the character of every student here. In the end, how many of them really studied?

Zhi Qutong is now in his eighties and has no energy to take care of anything else except teaching. He even hired an assistant teacher in the middle of last year, but he was unable to control the noisy students - after all, they were all children of noble families, so even if he wanted to take care of them, he would only control the surface of the matter, and they were not afraid of him.

Over time, a culture of laissez-faire was formed in the academies, and even if there were a few people who really studied, they were led astray and became lazy, and even the daughters of wealthy families were the same.

He couldn't help but sneer, wanting to see how long this daughter of the Sang family could stay so serious.